Castes
4

"Casta?"

Vladimir frowned.

"They are organizations that move in a hidden way, more hidden than our organization. If we only hide from the public shadows of society, it is very different from those who hide from the shadows of dark organizations like us. This issue grew even bigger after Chain's death and the members could be anyone, it could be you, me, or even your little one."

Kara shrugged her shoulders. Take one grape at the table.

"What is the purpose of the organization?"

Alvan asked curiously. He began to be a little interested in the topic.

"Nobody knows, and definitely not a treasure." Alvan blisters slowly.

The caste has indeed been widely discussed by the organization's officials. Elder Sog was reluctant to discuss matters that smelled the issue of caste, it could damage his mood because the issue made him worried about his power that could be destroyed anytime.

"Casta members were already widespread throughout the organization. I know that members of one organization are indeed entered into other organizations but are more threatening if the incoming one is from the Caste organization. He can pass information to his top and then, Boom, your organization's destroyed with nothing left."

Kara chews the wine slowly. His hand turned a cup of wine.

"I did not believe the issue because for me it was just a diversion of issues to damage the attention of the head of the organization in business. But, after you tell me this, I start to believe a little."

Alvan stood up from his seat after looking at the clock on his wrist.

"I have something else to do, thank you very much for today's meeting."

Alvan bent his body, bowed also by Kara. It is a long-standing tradition between heads of organizations to respect each other and evidence that there is no grudge or resentment after the meeting.

"Casta yes.."

Vladimir mutters.

"Have you ever met any of his members?"

Vladimir shakes.

"Is it so hidden that we never see it?"

Alvan's hands repeatedly pressed the horn to drive away the merchant. Traders are disrupting the road.

The merchant put his cart in the middle of the road. Then, his friend took out an AK-47 automatic rifle. Alvan and Vladimir who saw him immediately lowered their heads. The barrage of bullets hit like rainwater, quickly piercing through the car's glass. Alvan was trapped, he inevitably stepped on the gas. Rotating steering. Alvan's car squeaks. People running.

"Who's that bastard?"

Alvan was still busy turning the steering wheel while holding his shot-hit hand.

"Maybe he is Pagata who is not happy with our arrival."

"That's impossible, Vladimir. They are good trusted people between organizations. They never stab from behind. After all, what makes them unhappy with our arrival?"

Not dry Alvan's lips. Three motorized men came from behind chasing Alvan and Vladimir.

The bullet did not stop hitting the car window. Alvan stepped on the car brakes, making 3 motorcycles behind him hit 2 merchant carts and another one bounced because it was hit by an Alvan car.

Alvan picked up his firearm in the trunk of the car and shot out three bikers who were chasing him.

At first glance Alvan saw a red K-shaped tattoo on the motorcycle rider's neck.

The tattoo looked familiar to Alvan. Looks like he's seen that tattoo somewhere.

"Alvan, get in the car. We gotta get out of here!"

Vladimir was shouting from the car.

****

"What are you thinking?"

Vladimir saw the look on Alvan's agitated face inside the plane.

"Stop it. I saw the tattoo on the neck of the guy who was chasing us, and it looked familiar. I think I've seen it somewhere."

"Maybe it's just your feelings, Alvan." Alvan's private pilot named Moon patted Alvan's shoulder. The moon had turned on the auto pilot, he was just about to grab a cold drink and accidentally heard Alvan and Vladimir chatter.

Vladimir confirmed his sitting position while covering his face with a magazine, ready for bed.

Alvan looked at Vladimir. Right, this is the past.

****

Acong helps Alvan to find the perpetrator of his grandfather's murder. Police are still busy chasing and looking for evidence. A week later, the perpetrator was caught in elite housing.

The number of perpetrators is five. They did not want to answer police questions until they were beaten many times.

"They refused to answer."

The police captain rubbed his face.

"Are they bound to each other?"

"Yes, they have the same tattoo."

The police captain's men handed him some photographs.

The tattoo is in the shape of the letter K in red.

Five lawyers at once came to the police station to free the five perpetrators of the murder of Mr. Mul out of the lawsuit.

The trial takes place tomorrow. It is very easy for lawyers to win the trial. Five free killers.

They are free easily. How could? Alvan laughed at the news.

"I'm sorry, son. All this because.-"

Alvan stood up from his seat, then beat the police captain in the face until his nose was broken. Ten policemen tried to stop him, but nothing worked. Ten adults fainted against one teenage boy.

"Fuck all of you! Letting a killer roam out there just for the money! Damn, motherfucker, motherfucker! How can a commoner like me trust you, the protector of society!" Alvan's hand raised the gun he took from the police. Threatening anyone who gets in the way.

Alvan came out of the police station with a hand full of blood. Some of the police tried to stop him with guns, but he passed out, just like the other police.

Since then, Alvan has been a fugitive of the police. They ransacked the entire wooden stilt house of Mr. Mul, nothing, the teenager was no longer in his house.

Alvan becomes Acong's loyal man. He goes wherever Acong goes. The village thug boss protects Alvan and in return Alvan helps Acong in the market.

"Who are you?! How dare you slow down, Huh!"

A fish merchant pointed a butcher knife at Alvan.

Without further ado Alvan struck the merchant's hand until the knife he was holding bounced away.

"I came here well, sir. What's with this father? Is it because I've been looking good lately, so you're free and can be arbitrary?"

The fight is inevitable. Five fish traders fight five market thugs.

It wasn't until ten minutes, Alvan had already won the fight. Security came through. The fish merchant did not want to lose, they reported Alvan and his men to the police.

"wasn't this the man who was always your fugitive, cop sir?"

The policeman nodded slowly.

A week later the police came to secure the whole market thug.

Surprisingly, Alvan was not arrested. Acong had already paid the police not to arrest Alvan because Alvan was his only valuable man.

The fish merchants were getting angry. They reported Alvan to the next village organization. The organization laughed, "hahaha, it has nothing to do with us at all, sir. Even if it's profitable, it's at least a little."

The fish merchant went home, ashamed. Acong expels fish traders who have provoked other market traders. How can Acong expel market traders? Acong has worked with the market owner, even he is well known by the upper class, his level is like a manager.

Ten years passed. Throughout the year Alvan never met his friends again. Acong decides to retire from the dark world, all his power given to Alvan.

Five more years. Alvan has now increased his power, not just in the village market. Alvan now controlled the entire city market and the spice trade. The young man was no longer the one who was looking. But, who has a market.

Over twenty markets were already in his hands. Ten modern markets and ten more traditional markets. Despite his success, Alvan never forgot his mother. Every once a week, want him as busy as he is, he must always take the time to visit the mental hospital, see his mother. Even though his mother never recognized him.

Alvan Council 1's father was never seen. I don't know where that bastard is. Alvan never cared about his father.