Dragon Clan, First Word of Power: Gojo Satoru

Chapter 59: Run immediately upon encountering an S-rank enemy! That's an order!

"Turn off the headlights!" Old Tang, the leader at the front, shouted, then turned and added, "There's a terrifying S-class Su An in Kassel. You all need to stay hidden and not expose yourselves!"

The orders were passed on one after another until they reached Old Tang, who looked disdainful and thought to himself, "I'm an elite hunter, how terrifying can a student be?"

Several team members asked curiously, "What would happen if we encountered him?"

"Run! Run now!" the team leader said sternly.

"Really?"

"Dump all weapons and flee in all directions immediately. That might give you a chance to survive." The team leader wasn't joking at all. After he said those words, the team members couldn't help but shiver.

"What if you can't escape?"

The team leader gave the member who asked the question a look that said, "You're an idiot."

"Then leave your last words and will, and depart from this world in peace."

"That terrifying?"

"That S-class student is more terrifying than you can imagine."

"If you're really unlucky enough to have to confront him head-on, you might not even be left with ashes. Don't try to risk fighting that monster, that's my advice." The team leader said seriously in a low voice.

"Received!"

The motorcycle team, exchanging hushed conversations, expertly turned off their lights and engines, and quietly parked beside the winding mountain road, hidden under the maple trees.

There were no streetlights on the mountain road, so no one could spot the dark convoy.

Old Tang quickly realized just how timely that order was.

A few minutes later, the roar of a helicopter came from directly above. It was a black helicopter with dazzling spotlights, flying straight up to the mountainside.

Old Tang could vaguely make out the silver World Tree emblem painted on the fuselage. They were lucky; the spotlights didn't shine on them.

"We're less than a kilometer from our target. We'll approach on foot, without making a sound."

The team leader gave a sharp order.

"The 'cargo' is on that plane; it will be immediately sealed in the 'ice cellar.' Infiltrate according to each of your instructions, find it, and don't alert anyone, especially that S-class student."

I repeat, do not confront that S-class student head-on; he could wipe out our entire convoy by himself.

Once successful, the money will be deposited into your respective accounts. We have always been very trustworthy.

Old Tang didn't like this team leader. He was always acting mysteriously, probably hiding some kind of voice-changing device in his helmet, as his voice was synthesized electronically. Moreover, he always liked to exaggerate. How could a student possibly wipe out a well-trained hunter team?

Old Tang's curiosity grew even stronger. What exactly did this S-class look like that the team leader had repeatedly warned him to stay away from?

Actually, he sometimes thinks that he would be very interested in trying exciting tasks even if he wasn't paid; he's a very adventurous and wild man.

Even the most powerful monsters have weaknesses; they're not invincible. Old Tang is still young and strong, and his skills haven't diminished. He might even be able to put up a fight against that S-class monster.

The S-level photo was passed around among the team members until it finally reached Lao Tang.

Old Tang glanced at the photo casually, then his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The photo is a close-up of a boy's face, his features are youthful under a black hat, his nose is straight, and he has blue eyes.

Those familiar blue eyes! Those familiar cold, piercing gazes!

It's him! That monster from the hospital! It was actually him!

That terrifying monster that destroyed a hospital!

That monster that almost took Old Tang's life!

The blue-eyed boy from the last mission left him with too many traumas. If it weren't for a mysterious little boy who came to his aid, Old Tang probably would have been cremated by now.

Old Tang's hands trembled slightly, and for a moment he felt that the photo was somewhat heavy, casting a shadow over this seemingly sure-fire job order.

No, Old Tang likes to make money through adventure, but he never wanted to earn money for his own cremation!

Only a fool would do something like earning money but not spending it! He still remembered that boy who fired a blue light that engulfed half a building.

He's going to fight that monster head-on! Me, fight that monster? Isn't that giving Old Tang too much credit?

No, no, this mission has to be terminated...

The team leader noticed that Old Tang was trembling all over and asked in confusion, "Why are you trembling? Do you need to use the restroom?"

"I..." Old Tang struggled to speak and leave when another photo was passed to him.

He froze, his trembling stopped, and he stared blankly at the yellow jar in the photo.

A kind of ephemeral emotion dissipated in his heart, and he felt a void within him.

No, it's not that there's a void now, it's been empty for a long time, and this void needs something very, very important to fill it.

Old Tang suddenly had a strong urge to see the jar, even though the jar was inanimate and the word "see" couldn't be used—it was grammatically incorrect—but he just had the urge to see the jar no matter what.

The impulse came so strongly that it even overwhelmed the fear of the blue-eyed boy.

The team leader patted Lao Tang with some concern: "It's just a mission, is it necessary to be so nervous that you cry? If it really comes to it, you can still quit now."

Old Tang wiped his face blankly, wondering when he had become so tearful.

But he quickly realized what he meant and shook his head. "Quit! What do you mean, quit! I'm not quitting!"

"I can see you're shaking. That S-level record is indeed quite frightening..." Before the team leader could finish speaking, Old Tang interrupted him.

"I'm number 13, the kind that charges forward without hesitation!"

Old Tang stared intently at the yellow bottle in the photo, silently making up his mind.

As long as I don't confront that blue-eyed boy head-on, everything will be fine. I'll grab the bottle and run onto the waiting helicopter. The blue-eyed monster can't possibly sneak up on me from behind, can he?

Beep!

The team leader distributed detailed instructions to everyone in the convoy. Everyone took out their phones, held them to their ears, and remained silent for a few seconds after turning them on.

"Number 13, your entry direction is due south. Use the prepared magnetic card to enter."

It won't trigger the alarm system. Once inside, you'll see a map of Kassel College carved into the ground. There you'll find a building called "Odin's Pavilion," where new instructions will be given.

A monotonous female voice came from the phone, and then the call was automatically disconnected.

"These people should trust the experts! What kind of orders and tasks are these? It's like she's a tour guide! Does she think she's talking to a child?" Old Tang was a little dissatisfied with this kind of instruction.

His companions had already infiltrated into the darkness according to their orders; he was the last one remaining.

That's when he remembered something terrible...

He has had no sense of direction since he was a child, so he has no concept of "due south".

He now wished that the tour guide-like woman had given him more detailed instructions, but no matter how many times he dialed back, his phone kept telling him that the number he was calling did not exist.

"There's no other way. If you're a man, you can fight your way out with a gun, right? So what if he's an S-rank? He's good at fighting, but what if he's fast? I'm known as 'Speedy Legs' on Hunter Network. I won't admit defeat when it comes to escaping."

As Old Tang encouraged himself, he looked at the yellow bottle in the photo, his heart filled with a strange emotion.

That was an emotion that shouldn't have appeared at this moment; it came so unexpectedly.

It's called longing.