Chapter 9
You made the wrong enemies
"Yes and I know who did it too."Jarvis began narrating, he's voice was low yet carried weight that drew everyone's attention.
He didn't reveal the name immediately, savoring the tension in the atmosphere, the anticipation palpable among all of them.
The room was silent. The only sound was the groans of brook who was beaten and barely breathing.
Jarvis let out a deep breath before he continued."Marco, did you ever find it strange that the same day you were returning was the same day I was attacked?"
Marco frowned, his brows furrowed immediately once he knew the implication of Jarvis's words. "I hadn't thought about it, Young Master," he admitted with a thoughtful expression. "But now that you mention it, it does seem too much of a coincidence."
Marco knew what Jarvis was trying to say. If it was truly found out that there was a spy, then Marco himself would be at fault.
After all, it was him who brought the external members, and it was only him that knew the location of Jarvis. He suddenly remembered what he told Jarvis before leaving.
Jarvis saw through all of Marco's thought and merely smiled, 'he would make a good bodyguard in the future.' Jarvis muttered to himself before continuing.
"If I'm not mistaken," Jarvis eyes scanned the room. "Marco never briefed any of you on my location until earlier today."
"Isn't that right, Marco."
"Yes, Young Master." Marco couldn't even look Jarvis in the eye. He's expression downcast because everything Jarvis said kept on aligning.
The thought of him being the cause of harm to Jarvis just couldn't sit well with him. Already, Jarvis had been abandoned by Vincent Moretti because of him.
The implication of Jarvis words hung heavily in the air as he continued, "but all of a sudden in the afternoon, I was attacked by none other than the people I hid from."
"About two hours after, all of you came to my doorstep. I reported my situation to Marco," Jarvis eyes looked down again at brook. "Each and everyone was shocked by the news except someone, and that person is brook."
The room tension increased, each person was caught in a web of Jarvis deductions. As Jarvis's gaze remained fixed on Brook, the silence was similar to that of a graveyard.
Brook, still on the floor and struggling for breath let out a ragged laugh, defiance flickering in his eyes despite his half dead state. "So you think you've got it all figured out, huh? You're just a spoilt brat playing detective."
"Brook, I am surprised you still have such a backbone in this situation." Jarvis mused, "but unfortunately, I've found you out."
You were the only one not surprised by the attack Jarvis pressed on, he's voice firm. "So brook do you admit that you're the one."
Jarvis said all this, but in truth, this wasn't how Jarvis found out.
Jarvis got the prompts from the system once he defeated Brook coupled with the number of allies the system showed him.
Jarvis knew there was only one spy who gave intel to the lycon gang.
" Are you going to still pretend, or you'll just confess," Jarvis pressed on.
Brook laugh turned into a cough as tried to move, but he managed to sneer through the pain. "You think you're so smart with your little gang of misfits. But you don't know what you're going to face."
"The Lycon gang already knows about your little get-together with just 4 persons. What do you think you can do to a 500-man gang? They will crush you, and I'll be there to relish the show."
Sylvia, who has been quietly watching the exchange. From beginning to end, she had not said a single word but at this moment, her usually calm demeanour was replaced by a surge of anger.
She stepped forward, her hand slipped into the folds if her jacket, fingers closing around the hilt of a flying knife.
"You made a mistake, brook." Sylvia suddenly moved in a blur
"Swish."
The knife flew from Sylvia's hand with deadly precision, slicing through the air with a whispering sound that seemed to echo in the silent room
Thud!
It found its mark in an instant, embedding itself in brook's left eyeball, until it hit the cranium. The sound resonated like the final toll of a bell.
Brook's whole body became lifeless, the defiance in his gazed flickered, then dimmed, leaving behind a hollow stare. He slumped forward, the last of his strength fading away, and the room fell into heavy silence, broken only by the wind outside.
Sylvia stood still, her breathing calm as of nothing happened, he surge of anger in her eyes slowly fading as she looked at Brook's dead body.
"You made the wrong enemies," Sylvia said quietly, but her voice reverberated throughout the whole room.
Jarvis watched the whole scene unfold, and he was stuck with a mixture of emotions within him. Relief from Brook's death, and shock and fear for sylvia welled up inside him
From beginning to end, Jarvis couldn't see the way Sylvia killed brook. It only took a breath time.
Thank you Sylvia," Jarvis said, his voice steady but tinged with the gravity of what just happened. He turned to the others, his gaze sweeping over Marco and Yomi.
With a deep breath Jarvis said, "This is just the beginning. We need to be ready for whatever comes next."
Marco nodded. The tension in his shoulders eased as he stepped forward. "We need to build our own strength," he said, echoing Jarvis's thoughts
"If we're going to take on the Lycon Gang, we'll need something of our own, and lastly, we need to be prepared."
"True." Jarvis nodded, the path ahead clear in his mind. "We'll form our own gang," he said softly, his voice conveyed to everyone in the room "one that's loyal, strong and can even go against my father."
Jarvis knew that this was just a starting point. They had dealt with a traitor in their midst and now it was time for them to build something greater, something hat could withstand the bloody fights to come.
But what they didn't know was that on Brook's jacket, a small red light was blinking. A silent alarm sent to the Lycon Gang, alerting them to the downfall of their spy.
In a huge bar, up to 100 people were gathered, some drinking, some at the table playing poker while some were doing something unspeakable with the ladies in their