Chapter 80 Celeste
Celeste's POV
Alpha Yon always arrived early. He was the one who set up the meeting, so he had to wait for us. That's what he said.
"Alpha Greg is always on time. He really doesn't want to waste his time waiting." Alpha Yon shook his head as he stirred his teacup.
I surveyed the room curiously, even though it was no different from any other living room.
This was my first time at a nightclub in the Forbidden Forest. We weren't drunk or dancing to the music.
This pink building had many secret rooms. It was a perfect place to hold secret meetings, as only those invited could find the forest.
We rogue assassins didn't need invitations, as we could find the forest on our own.
However, despite this, Alpha Yon, Alpha Greg, and I rarely visited this place. Only our agents enjoyed seeking information here.
“You know, right beneath our feet, a slave auction is happening downstairs,” Alpha Yon said, tapping the floor lightly.
“Many rogue children, victims of war and lycans, have been found who knows where, hoping to be rescued by a kind person, acting as a hero.” Alpha Yon rubbed an apple on his black shirt before taking a bite.
“I know that.” I nodded. “They’re still auctioning off innocent children.”
I hate this place because they hold an auction every four months.
I hate myself for not being able to save those children, or prevent something like that from happening, or stop them from holding auctions forever.
“There are a lot of crazy people out there who like to buy slaves to play with,” Alpha Yon said casually, no pity in his eyes whatsoever. “As long as they exist, the auctions will continue.”
“That’s the main problem.” I sighed heavily. “We can only pretend we don’t know.”
“That’s our job,” Alpha Yon said with pride. “We know everything, but we can’t use that knowledge to save anyone. We’re sellers. We were never meant to be philanthropists.”
“I feel like the world’s number one criminal.” I picked up an apple from the coffee table and sliced it open with a knife.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Alpha Yon shrugged and chuckled. He was born a rogue assassin.
“Hey, guys. Sorry to keep you waiting.” Alpha Greg stepped in, grinning widely, showing no remorse.
He leaned back next to Alpha Yon, holding up a bottle of wine. “Come on, let’s get drunk.” He chuckled.
“Don’t be crazy.” Alpha Yon punched Alpha Greg in the upper arm. “I don’t get drunk in the afternoon.” He grinned.
The two men stared at each other, clearly planning something after our meeting.
“Okay. Since we’re all together, let’s begin the discussion.” Alpha Greg sat with his back straight, setting the bottle of wine on the coffee table. “I overheard two rogue intel discussing our group.”
“Let me guess.” Alpha Yon smiled amusedly, stroking his chin with his hand. “They must be wondering if the organization can find us.”
“Yes, that’s right.” Alpha Greg nodded. “They also hope the organization finds us because they want to visit our headquarters.”
“Then they’ll laugh and mock us?” Alpha Yon shook his head with a crooked smile. “They’ll claim they’ve won against us. It’s truly hilarious.”
Rogue intel agents work individually. They don't have bosses. They seek their own clients.
Their competition is so tight that every year, many rogue intel agents are found to have died due to murder or suicide.
Their clients can even kill them if the information they receive is inaccurate.
Since reaching a rogue assassin is far more difficult than finding rogue intel, many people depend on their information, even though it isn't always reliable.
“Those people are so strange,” I said, reminding them that this was the topic we were supposed to be discussing.
“At first, they were people who were angry with my group because we killed their boss.
Then many joined them out of curiosity about us. Now they’ve formed an organization.” I shook my head, my expression unconvinced by their decision.
“Yeah, they’ve created so many organizations on this planet. I’m getting a headache just remembering them all,” Alpha Greg complained. “So many people want to be the leader and loyal members of an organization.”
“They add color to this world,” Alpha Yon said lightly. He sipped his tea.
"Ever since they declared their organization, many eyes have been on them and us, waiting to see if they'll find us or if we'll do something to disband it." Alpha Yon smiled faintly.
This is indeed interesting to us. This is the first time a group of people has been so intent on openly exposing our existence.
"They're civilians, yet they're so bold against us." Alpha Greg shook his head, both amazed and looking at them foolishly.
“What will we do if the number of members of the organization continues to grow?” I asked them.
I discussed this with the higher-ups in my group yesterday. We decided to work with Alpha Yon and Alpha Greg to handle those people.
“If we wipe them out, everyone will fear us even more.” Alpha Greg grinned evilly as he wiggled his fingers, tempted to swing his sword at them.
“But I don’t think it will be easy to wipe them out because they don’t have a base. They only communicate by cell phone,” Alpha Yon said, looking at us all, hoping we could guess what he was thinking.
“We need to mobilize all our assassins to kill them at the same time, in different locations,” I said, one eyebrow lifting. Alpha Yon nodded.
“Mm, that won’t be easy,” Alpha Greg muttered, frowning. “They have fifty-seven members now. Even if we pool our assassins together, we’re still outnumbered.”
“We’ll never be able to mobilize all our assassins just to kill them,” Alpha Yon said. “Not all assassins have free time, and we can’t refuse a client’s request.”
We make money by killing and selling information.
If we don't receive a client's request for even a day, they'll immediately label us unprofessional.
Our clients are powerful individuals with connections far and wide.
"That organization hasn't threatened us yet, and it never will," I said, looking at each of the men. "For now, let's just monitor them. Don't let them find any clues about us."
They agreed with me.
We also discussed organizations that hunt lycans and organizations that hate werewolves. Then we had dinner, and I sipped a glass of wine.
On the way home, I received a text from Alpha Eiden and Beta Dylan. I leaned back in my seat and rested my head against the car window.
\[Is Liam asleep?\] Alpha Eiden didn't know I'd left my two sons at home since that afternoon.
\[We've completed the information on the person who paid a member of the Alpha Sifon group to send nightmares every time Alpha Eiden slept.\] Beta Dylan included a file with me that they sent to Alpha Eiden.
I was sure Alpha Eiden was delighted to hear the good news.
"Interesting." I smiled after reading the file. "Alpha Eiden definitely didn't expect the perpetrator to be his ex-girlfriend. What did he do to make her hate him so much?"
Yeah, I didn’t care about that. What I wanted to know was what Alpha Eiden would do to the woman who had kept him from sleeping peacefully for months.