The Pit’s hangout also served as the place where they slept. For most of the members, including Wolf himself, it was their home. They didn’t have anywhere else to go, and the only way they knew how to make money, the only place that would accept them, was here.
Inside the shop, Wolf had a makeshift office where he spent most of his time working, either adjusting his motorbike or rebuilding car parts. They were ongoing projects, like most things in his life, with no real timeline to finish them.
After having a surprisingly good night’s sleep, Wolf woke up earlier than usual. The other members were still fast asleep, scattered throughout the shop in different sections, mostly upstairs, while Wolf was already busy with another one of his projects: leveling up his character in his favorite RPG game.
"Hmm... I still can’t figure it out. That wasn’t just some regular high school brawl," Wolf said aloud. "It felt like there was something more serious behind it. And I’ll admit, I was wrong about one thing. Max might be an E-class fighter, but his experience... it feels like S-class. Just who is that kid?"
"Why are you wasting so much time thinking about a high schooler?" Sandra asked, standing behind him, her own phone in hand.
Thanks to Wolf, she had become quite addicted to the RPG game too, and right now, the two of them were in the middle of running a dungeon together, fighting side by side.
"Do you really think a kid could do that? Not even the best street gangs could pull off what he did," Wolf said, not even glancing back as he continued tapping away on his phone.
"Do what, beat up that student?" Sandra asked.
"No... control the police," Wolf replied. "If a street gang had that kind of power, I wouldn’t even call them a street gang anymore. To have influence over the police in a particular city? Didn’t you notice what happened? Dipter thought those officers were in his back pocket, he was sure of it. And then someone else showed up with even more pull? I’m excited to see what the White Tiger digs up."
Right on cue, Wolf spotted Lee walking quickly through the maze of abandoned cars, heading straight toward them. Each of his steps was heavy, urgent, something was clearly wrong.
Lee burst through the door, startling both of them.
"What is wrong with you?" Lee snapped.
"Hey, calm down," Sandra said, lowering her phone. "We know you’re part of the White Tiger, but remember, you’re the one who owes Wolf a favor."
"Yeah, well, there are limits to the kind of favors you can ask for," Lee shot back.
"What do you mean?" Wolf asked, his tone sharpening. "Is this about what I asked you last night?"
"Of course it is!" Lee shouted. "I did what you asked, I started looking into the kid from that school. Went through our connections. Everything seemed normal... but then things started to get weird."
"I was getting berated by my own group!" Lee said, his voice rising. "They started asking me why I was digging into that matter! Interrogating me, me and I’ve been a member for three years! I had to lie and say one of our clients just wanted some basic info. You’re lucky I didn’t rat you out."
"But they told me to drop it. Said to tell the client it’s something we can’t do. And if I ever got a request like that again, I was supposed to pretend I was never even asked. Wolf, I seriously felt like I was going to get killed."
Sandra’s mouth hung open in disbelief. A White Tiger member, afraid for his life? Just because of a simple request to look into someone?
"Haha!" Wolf let out a loud laugh, leaning his head back with amusement. "What an interesting man. If that’s the reaction from the mighty White Tiger... then don’t you think there’s a real chance? A chance that this kid, Max might be connected to someone even bigger than them?"
****
But he was still in it. He was still Max Stern. And Max Stern still had enemies.
"And if I had to guess... I think they were telling the truth. They weren’t behind the original incident. The one that put Max in this condition in the first place."
If Max couldn’t use the money freely, then he couldn’t use it to gather more information, especially not about the White Tiger Gang. And what he didn’t want was to bring even more targets onto his back.
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