Chapter 83 It Is Apparent That She Is in Poor Condition
Isabella looked at Austin, half-believing, "Are you really my subordinate? I can have subordinates?"
"Of course, you're the head of the Combat Group. How could you not have subordinates?"
Austin looked at her with admiration, "You're my idol, the NO.1 of the Combat Group! You know, the Combat Group is the strongest fighting force in the organization. I really wanted to join!"
"You say you're my subordinate, but shouldn't you be in the Combat Group then?"
Isabella knew the organization was divided into several groups based on different mission types. The Combat Group was just one small team. There were other groups too, like the Hacker Group, which, as the name suggests, was a bunch of people with great computer skills, responsible for breaking through various security systems and maintaining internal communications...
"Boss, I was in the Hacker Group before joining the Combat Group. I just transferred recently."
Isabella was slightly surprised, "You were in the Hacker Group before? I heard people who can get into the Hacker Group are pretty good."
Austin disagreed, "What's so great about playing with computers? So boring. Fighting is way more fun. I just want to fight."
Isabella: "..."
She opened the organization's internal system.
At that moment, a crescent moon icon appeared on her phone.
The crescent was tinged with red, shrouded in mist, giving off an eerie feeling.
Isabella felt strangely familiar with this symbol, like she'd seen it somewhere before.
A second later, the page refreshed, and Isabella finally learned the organization's name.
"The Obsidian Circle."
The organizational framework displayed on the left showed seven groups in total, big and small.
The Combat Group was listed first, followed by the Hacker Group.
Isabella casually glanced and even spotted the Logistics Group.
"What the hell is this? Sounds like a delivery service."
"The Logistics Group is basically delivery. They're responsible for delivering goods and passing along information," Austin explained.
He added, "Actually, the Logistics Group was supposed to deliver this phone to you today, but I noticed I was nearby, so I brought it instead."
Isabella acknowledged and briefly familiarized herself with the system before closing her phone.
Austin stared at Isabella, still not recovered from his disbelief.
Before entering the café, he'd been nervous, thinking the Combat Group leader would either look fierce and menacing or give off a cold, murderous aura.
He didn't expect to see a girl who looked completely harmless.
But he didn't dare doubt the organization's combat power rankings.
He'd heard the Combat Group's power rankings were updated in real-time every week, and combat power was accumulated through completed missions. The more difficult and dangerous the mission, the bigger the gap in combat power gained after completion. Isabella's combat power in the Combat Group was already in a league of its own, more than twice that of the second-place person.
Looking at her code name in the first row of the Combat Group and the number next to it, Isabella guessed this was probably related to that extremely dangerous mission she'd completed a few months ago.
If the other person hadn't hesitated at the last moment before pulling the trigger, she'd probably be dead now.
Her current combat power value was something most people could never surpass.
Because those who'd tried to take on missions like that were already dead.
So the Combat Group's roster was constantly changing every day—people died, and new people joined.
Of course, as far as she knew, the organization never forced anyone to take missions beyond their abilities. It was just that too many people were ambitious, always wanting to gain more mission rewards and combat power, so they took those risks.
Isabella noticed it was getting late and stood up, "I need to go."
Austin looked at her and asked, "Where are you going?"
Isabella paused, "Back to school to study. I have an exam tomorrow."
Austin: "..."
First time he'd heard that The Obsidian Circle's number one Combat Group leader still needed to go to school.
She really was juggling both academics and her career.
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The day of the SAT practice test.
Stellar High School took this exam very seriously. By five o'clock, all the senior year classrooms had been set up as exam rooms, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.
In the dorm, as soon as the alarm went off, Violet, Aurora, and Scarlett all sat up in bed at the same time.
Their faces showed the tension of facing a major battle.
"Where's Isabella? Is Isabella up yet?"
Scarlett glanced at Isabella's blanket, "Not yet."
"Quick, quick, pull her up!"
This Isabella—being late on regular days was one thing, but she couldn't be late for the exam today.
Violet got out of bed and pulled Isabella out from under her blanket.
Isabella was still dazed, half-opening her eyes to look at Violet's face, "Wait, who are you? What are you doing? I'm so sleepy..."
She was about to fall back onto the bed.
Violet grabbed her, "Stop sleeping. You already can't beat Abigail, and if you're late, you'll do even worse. A thousand eyes from the whole school are watching you!"
"No, I'm so sleepy, let me sleep a bit more..."
Violet shoved clothes at her, "Quick, get dressed."
Isabella seemed still half-asleep and couldn't hear clearly, "What?"
"Get dressed!"
After Violet shouted several times with no response from Isabella, Violet gritted her teeth and just changed Isabella's clothes for her.
"Aurora, quick, brush her teeth."
"Got it."
Aurora came over with a cup and toothbrush and brushed Isabella's teeth until they were sparkling white.
"Scarlett, wash her face."
"Yes."
Scarlett came over with a wet towel and scrubbed Isabella's face clean.
Violet rushed back with breakfast and randomly stuffed a piece of bread into Isabella's mouth.
The three of them dragged Isabella to the exam room, pressed her into her seat, pulled out the exam essentials from her backpack—2B pencils, pens, ruler—and neatly arranged them on Isabella's desk before leaving with peace of mind.
Isabella opened her eyes and saw the proctor handing out test papers on the stage. She immediately woke up.
Wait.
Where was she? Was she dreaming?
Isabella picked up her pen in confusion and started working on the problems.
Strangely enough, there was a taste in her mouth that she hated.
It really annoyed her.
The exam schedule was well-arranged, and everything was finished in one day.
After the exam ended, everyone was talking about the bet between Isabella from the regular class and Abigail from the international class.
"Isabella's definitely going to lose. When can we watch her do the punishment?"
"I was in the same exam room as Isabella today. You could tell she was in bad shape, looking annoyed the whole time. She probably didn't expect our school's questions to be this hard."