My Werewolf System

965  I'm Not Scared Of You

“Your orders, sir?” the large guard asked, raising his hand and looking back over his shoulder.

Sitting with two more guards opposite him was a man in a large blue suit, stretched to its limit over his belly, with one button ready to explode like a bullet at any moment. The man’s hair was balding, combed back in a futile attempt to cover it up.

“Those brats!” Sir Ken shouted. “I’m the mayor of Clusterfield, and I’m about to have a meeting soon. Their fighting knocked the coffee over my trousers. Are they going to pay for a new pair of trousers? These people weren’t even meant to be in this cabin in the first place! People like them never learn because it’s ingrained by their parents, these uneducated scum. You can’t just punish them; you have to punish the root of the problem. Bring their parents and deal with the two brats so they can’t say a word.”

One of the guards stood up and immediately went through the cabin door, presumably to search for the parents.

With the order given, the remaining guard raised his hand in delight, ready to swing.

“Hey, don’t you think it’s unfair? You weigh around twenty times what these two little children weigh,” a voice said.

The two kids, holding their hands under their chins, turned around to see who was talking. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“It’s the mister who knows nothing about the AFC,” the boy sniffled.

“If he makes them angry, won’t we get hit even more?” the girl started to sob. They did not see the weak, small man they had met earlier as their savior; far from it.

“Mind your own business,” the guard said.

“This matter is not of concern to you unless you want to get the whole of Clusterfield on your bad side,” Sir Ken said, still sitting in his seat and overhearing the conversation.

“I know your type,” Gary spoke as he continued to move forward and now stood just shy of reaching out and grabbing the guard. He could get a good look at Sir Ken and the guard now. “You, the big one, took this job so you could abuse your power. Have a chance to show off those muscles and fighting skills of yours, a legal way just to do some damage, so you let your fists fly about. And you,” Gary said, looking at Sir Ken now, “are someone who uses their position of power and sees themselves above everyone else, that is, until they meet someone higher than them.”

Sir Ken didn’t care for Gary’s words and instead gave a new order.

“Get rid of him as well, and make sure the people in Clusterfield are aware of this person’s misdoings. You messed with the wrong person. You should have kept out of it, but now not just you will suffer but those in your town and everyone else.”

The large guard raised his hand again, this time making it into a fist. When he threw it out, he aimed to strike Gary.

The two kids closed their eyes, fearing the worst, and before they knew it, they heard a loud bang.

Slowly, they opened their eyes and, to their surprise, saw the large man had crashed into the door, his eyes rolled back into his head.

“What... what happened... did the guy who knows nothing about the AFC... do that?” the kids asked as they stared at Gary, who had his fist out.

“That’s good,” Gary thought to himself. “I could tell he was human, so it was good that I held back my strength.”

If Gary had hit the man any harder, the guard would have gone flying through the door.

The kids didn’t see how the stranger had dealt with the first guard, but they were there to witness the second one.

One of the other men stood up from his seat and leapt up, throwing a punch. Gary dodged it while throwing a clean hit right across the guard’s chin. It was a lighter hit than his first strike, causing the man to feel a little wobbly on his feet before falling back down into his seat.

“It would be better if you stayed down,” Gary stated.

The two kids suddenly had stars in their eyes. It was the first time they had seen a real fight so close. Watching someone avoid punches so cleanly and deliver them back confidently was something they had only imagined.

“Haha!” Sir Ken started to laugh while in his seat. “So you’re good at fighting, but that doesn’t mean anything. Although many people think that the strength of one’s fist rules this world, that is not quite the case. It’s the strength of those who rule those fists. Do you know Clusterfield is a tier 2 city? A city that I am in charge of, including everyone involved in it. I’m not afraid because if something happens to me, you will receive punishment far worse.”

The door tried to slide open a few times, but the weight of the fallen man made it hard until it was yanked to the side, and the guard rushed in, looking at his fallen ally.

“What happened here?” the guard asked. Following behind him, there was a woman who seemed startled, and behind her, there was someone else.

“Who has caused this mess?” a man asked in a white and gold uniform with the badge of White Rose on his clothing.

“Ah, Ryan, it’s been a while,” Sir Ken said, looking at the White Rose agent. “This man was just threatening me and took out two of my powerful guards. I’m sure he’s an Altered, so this is in your jurisdiction to take care of him, right?”

Hearing these words and watching from the back, Kai couldn’t help but slap his own face.

“I told you, trouble always follows him,” Austin smiled.

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