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Japan, Tokyo.
21:24 PM.
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An elderly man, with a well-built body structure, white beard and a scar on his face could be seen meditating. Wearing a white kimono with the symbol of a dragon on his chest, his eyes were closed but the sound of a Shoji being slid open was heard. From it a woman in a secretary suit with a short skirt and high heels, black hair and wearing glasses would walk inside. In her hands a tablet was being held as she bowed down.
"Suoh-Sama, news has been received by our branch in Vegas."
The man stood quiet as he merely moved his head slightly to the left as the secretary continued, standing up and adjusting her glasses.
"Micheal Chapo has been murdered. The assailant being none other than… The Wolf."
The old man slowly got up as he bowed towards a shrine displaying a katana with its sheath resembling a dragon. He began to walk towards the secretary.
"Clear my schedule and organize a meeting with the Order… We have a pest to deal with."
"Yes sir."
The man's tone was cold and sharper than blades as he walked outside with the secretary following suit, swiping up and down her tablet.
"What do you think is the meaning of raising something that is meant to betray you?"
Suho asked with his gaze unchanging and facing forward with the secretary being a little bit taken aback by the question.
"I do not know, Sir. I apologize."
"It's a flaw in human nature. The belief that if we raise something with dedication and passion, it'll never betray us and follow us blindly."
The woman was a bit dumbfounded and did not dare to ask the question that was dancing on the tip of her tongue. She gulped it down out of fear and tried to resume her work but then again. Suho spoke.
"He is a result of this."
"P-Pardon?"
Suho refused to elaborate further as they got into a car and drove towards Haneda Airport. When they arrived a private jet was awaiting them with Suho getting on but as he stopped dead in his tracks, he turned around towards his secretary.
"Shivani, stay here and maintain this place to the best of your abilities. Failure will lead to your execution."
The secretary bowed down as Suho left for Paris, France.
96 hours later…
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Paris, France
Hotel De Monde.
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Suho had walked across the golden halls of Hotel De Monde, a safe haven for assassins and an outpost of the order. Dressed in a sleek white suit with his short white hair and beard combed to perfection.
He walked until he reached a massive golden door and as he pushed it open, he was met with a round table composed of 9 seats. In front of him 8 other figures stood there patiently awaiting his arrival.
"You are late, Plak {Albanian for: Old Man}."
A young man dressed in a red suit remarked, his hair silver short and wavy while drinking a glass of wine.
"Respect is demanded towards him, Ardit. He is our great leader"
A russian accent was heard from the other side of the room, a young feminine voice was heard as she walked out of the shadows, to reveal a beautiful red suit, golden locks haired while smoking a pipe, while… Puffing pink smoke?
Suho ignored the two youngins and walked past other faces which all had remained silent on his entrance as a sign of respect and humility.
As he sat down, so did the female and Ardit. With waiters serving them high class food as they all began to slowly eat.
"The wolf is alive…"
The table continued to eat peacefully as one of them refused to eat, an aura covering them. An aura of hate, despise and death.
"He would not be. If anyone more competent than her, was sent."
From across the room, a man spoke, his voice colder than any blizzard any of them had experienced. But as he finished his sentence, an echo of wood being slammed was heard.
"Watch your tongue, Kaiser."
"Sit down, child. I have experience more than you have years on this earth."
The two stared at each-other with malicious intent, if not for Suho interrupting this petty squabble with his own mighty aura.
"I did not call you here to be acting like children and pointing fingers… I have gathered all of you here to propose a deal."
The table listened with Kaiser and Ausha calming down and continuing to enjoy their food. Suho got up, his stance proudly as ever and a gaze that could cut without even needing a blade.
"As you all know, Hael was meant to be my predecessor. You all fell short to him, he dominated you, both in combat and skill. Yet here you all are, still being cast under his shadow. Even when he has gone Rogue and no longer has the support of the Order."
Everyone on the table stood quiet as from the right side of the table, 3 seats from Suho a man got up. His aura releasing blood lust only demons would emit.
"The bastard got us a few times, so what!?"
A man with a mustache, pitch black woolen coat and an eyeglass spoke with rage in his tone. A British accent could be noticed.
But then he was suddenly wounded on his chest seemingly out of nowhere, a wound that would be caused only by a sword.
"As I said. Enough of your squabbling… If it wasn't for his weakness, Hael would have murdered you all. None of you cannot possibly hold a candle to him individually and now."
Suho reached under the table and threw the deceased head of Micheal in the middle of the room. The skull which still held on to some flesh was branded with the mark of the Order. Suho stood quiet and looked at the skull.
"He is provoking us…"
"No, this is a threat. Hael used to send warnings to his targets through sending them body parts or envelopes filled with cash. Dude puts Threat in the world Threatful."
Two voices were heard, one coated in dark robes and a mask with only one eye visible and the other a man dressed in casual modern clothing of, for a lack of a better term, "Gamer" killing the room with a bad joke.
"If you bring me Hael's head. The reward will be your utmost desire."
Suho proclaimed with a thunderous tone as the assassins all were getting ready to start their own individual hunt. The British lad had a few difficulties walking but nothing he hasn't gone through before. For the two remaining members that stayed silent during the deal. They seemed to be wearing the same clothing and with luscious blonde hair at that. Glamorous bastards.
Now that the Order has taken Hael's invitation to a bloody dance, everything is set. The players of this life or death chess game have been determined. Only servitude is forever.