Returner Fantasy

Chapter 120: College:Re - Part 13 (Violence)

Going back a few hours before the welcome party of CHG - Central Highschool Graduates Organization for their new first-year members—or rather, before the Camping Event ended...---

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Dex: Tell me you got them or else I’m fucking our girlfriends.

Natan: We found them, Dex. We’re just waiting for the right opportunity to get them.

Dex: Then fucking take them already and bring them to the clubhouse.

Natan: I know. Just give us a bit more time.

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"That freak," Natan grumbled, ending his conversation with Dexter.

He was the one assigned by Dexter to handle his revenge against Jeff for breaking his nose. But that didn’t mean he was just a regular mob. He was a high-ranking member of FGH and was supposed to be the next chief if Dexter hadn’t used the position of his father, one of the previous chiefs.

He wasn’t lacking in anything as a man compared to him. Dexter might be the current chief, but Natan didn’t actually have to listen to him. Dexter wouldn’t be able to touch him if he dared to refuse the order. But it wasn’t the same for his girlfriends.

Of course, he had participated in the crime of hunting first-year college girls, blackmailing them into becoming their girlfriends. But in his defense, he truly liked the girls he hunted and didn’t abandon or pass them to other members.

However, the decision at FGH on who would have the girls could be influence by the chief, and Dexter was threatening him that he would take his girlfriends if he didn’t obey.

"If he really wanted to get back at someone just for a broken nose and cause trouble for the organization, then he should do it himself," he grumbled again, remembering the details about the person who was their primary target.

The night Dexter was hospitalized due to cumming blood, Natan received the name of their target along with the threat to his girlfriends. He immediately gathered information, thinking it would be an easy prey. They could just do what they usually did: beat the guy and take his girl as loot. However, the target was someone they couldn’t easily mess with.

He wasn’t from a wealthy family and didn’t have much influence at University. But that was only in Capital City. His influence in Central City actually surprised Natan. The guy was a high-ranking member of the largest brotherhood organization in Central City, and he had connection with one of the top fashion companies in the country.

If they messed with him directly, they might end up with an opponent far more dangerous than expected.

Yet despite knowing Natan’s report about Jeff, Dexter still insisted on revenge.

If they couldn’t mess with Jeff, then they would mess with his friends. That was the plan Natan was forced to agree to.

As if it were that easy, Natan thought as they proceeded with the plan—or rather, the plan of Dexter’s men assigned to him along with his own men.

They were going to mess with Jeff’s closest friends, Kris and Marc. Hunt their girlfriends so Kris and Marc would blame Jeff for what happened to them.

They had been following Kris and Marc’s girlfriends for two days, waiting for a chance for them to be alone so they could take them. But with how populated their university was, there was never a moment when either of them was alone. They thought a chance would appear at night as they returned to their dorms, but they had been camping for two nights straight with their college organization.

"What are we waiting for? Let’s get those girls so we can fuck them all night," said one of Dexter’s men.

"There are more than a dozen men in there. We’d be outnumbered if this turns into a brawl," Natan retorted, restraining Dexter’s man.

Their group only numbered seven men: four of his and two of Dexter’s. Although they could only spy from afar, hiding behind bushes and trees, he was sure there were a lot of second- and third-year college guys at the welcome party.

"As long as we have this, their numbers count for nothing," said another of Dexter’s men, flashing a handgun at Natan’s face.

"Do you even know how to use that?" Natan said, getting anxious at the thought that the guy might kill someone, either on the target’s side or his own.hat always told him he was still alive and that there was still hope.

The instant Jeff rushed in to try and grab the gun—and to make sure he was the only one within range—Bang!

"Jeff!"

"Jeff-senpai!"

Seeing Jeff fall to the ground, Nubia and Veena rushed toward him in panic.

Before the guy fired the next shot—even before Jeff was shot—Kris was already charging in.

"Bastard!"

Kris grabbed the arm of the guy holding the gun, twisted it so the gun pointed upward, then dislocated his elbow.

The guy let go of Marc’s girlfriend along with the gun as he stumbled to the ground, squirming and screaming in pain and agony.

"AHH! My arm! It hurts! It freaking hurts!"

With Kris picking up the gun—Bang!—firing a warning shot into the ground further away from everyone before pointing it at the calmest bastard, who seemed to be the leader, the assault finally came to an end.

The guys from their group pinned the attackers to the ground and restrained them.

"Are you still alive, Jeff?" Kris asked without looking at him, keeping his eyes and the gun directed at the leader.

"Of course I am..."

Although the Returner Luck didn’t activate, it also meant Jeff wasn’t shot in any vital area that would endanger his life. Even so, his left shoulder was bleeding...

"So getting shot actually hurts..."

—"Of course it does, idiot!"—