Surviving As The Villainess
Chapter 62 - The Society

Dozens of people gathered in an abandoned old building on the outskirts of the city. They wear black, no matter men or women. On their faces were clearly confused feelings, they did not know why they were suddenly gathered in a place like this. As long as they joined this illegal organization, they had never once been asked to gather. They are free to do whatever the carcass they leave behind is not smelled by the police.

"What's going on?"

No wonder if they are wondering, because currently almost all members of the organization who have the rank gathered in a place. It's a very rare sight.

"I have orders to come here."

"I'm the same."

Everyone whispered to each other, asking what really happened.

The atmosphere in the old building was so quiet, there were only wild plants accompanying. Dust was strewn everywhere and winds could enter from any angle adding to the spring chill.

Tap...

Everyone inside the building shifted their focus to the source of the sound.

The sound of footsteps rang out from the entrance, breaking the enveloping silence of the night. People who were confused now began to be silent to see a figure who walked up to them.

The figure exuded an aura that was so pressing, the dark green suit he wore looked very contrasting with his white skin.

His name is Harry, the leader of the most dangerous criminal organization in Elish.

Harry broke up the crowd by walking straight into the front row, behind which he was followed by several people dressed in all black as well. Arriving at the front, he greeted everyone with his baritone voice.

"Who is he?"

"Not knowing."

"Why is he there?"

The commotion began when Harry suddenly stood before dozens of members of the organization. They were surprised that someone dared to stand in front of the executive members confidently.

"Good night, looks like it's the first time we've met." Harry opened the conversation, his face so flat with no expression. He looked at all the members who came with his cold blue eyes.

"Who are you?"

Someone asked me something that made most people in this room curious. He felt a little scared from feeling Harry's unusual aura. As a person who had lived in the underworld for so many years he could judge people just by his carrier and Harry was one of the people he could not touch carelessly.

The look in his eyes was apathetic, perhaps if Harry saw someone dead in front of him he wouldn't blink.

"Include me, he's Harry, the leader of the organization." Someone suddenly came from the second floor. He went down the stairs and introduced Harry to the others.

Cerberus.

Cerberus is a three-headed dog from Greek mythology. It is said that the dog is the pet of the King of the underworld, the world where people die.

This large, carefully moving organization was named Cerberus. They are engaged in many fields, ranging from human trafficking, buying and selling illegal organs, buying and selling illegal firearms, and gambling. Everything is controlled by this organization.

Although the police were able to catch Cerberus' tail, they were able to cut it off at any time. Dogs belonging to Hades will not be caught so easily, there they will imprison people who dare to fight them to lose their minds.

This terrible organization is led by someone known as Harry. No one knows his real name but he is often called by that name. Feon was one of the people who knew Harry personally, he often worked directly under his orders and followed all the decisions he made.

Harry is someone who is arguably young enough to lead an organization of this size but his ability is guaranteed. Even though he was already over the golden age at 35, he was still among the youngest leaders. There has never been a leader of such a large organization under the age of 40.

"That's impossible."

"He's even younger than me."

"With such a face he is the head of the organization?"

The people who saw what Harry was like would definitely not believe that he was the leader of the organization. They were skeptical when they saw Harry's face, who was in his thirties. Although on his face there were quite obvious wounds, people still could not take him for granted. After all during this time the brand had never heard anything about the head of the organization, nor did they know what his face looked like. It could have been Harry who was an impostor trying to fool them.

"You don't need to be suspicious, because what's in front of you right now is the leader." Feon tried to make the person in this room believe him.

After all, Harry had never shown himself all this time so the doubts that existed in the hearts of the members were not something unfounded.

Seeing people who didn't believe who he was actually made Harry feel like getting things done right now. He didn't care if they trusted his identity or not, but to continue his plan he should be able to move everyone gathered here.

For the grand plan he had been putting together for so many years.

"I don't care if you believe it or not." Harry took the gun from under his coat and raised it to his face, making only half of his face visible.

His two eyes did not reveal any expression, completely blank like a emotionless robot.

"What do you want to do with that firearm?" Someone from the crowd shouted .arah when he saw Harry pull out a gun.

He walked in very fast steps towards Harry but when he was a meter away, Harry pressed the trigger and shot the man right in the heart.

Although the people who were here were used to seeing the murder but when Harry killed the person without blinking they felt very surprised and there was a little fear perched in the heart.

"But if you choose to rebel, I will not hesitate to take the lives of everyone in this room." Continue Harry.

They were one of the pieces that mattered to his plan but if they decided to question everything about Harry, he would not think twice about wiping it all out. For what to feel sorry for, pawns like them could be replaced at any time.

Hasn't he always done that?

Seeing Harry's calm yet oppressive manner, the people in the room began to believe in his identity a little. What's more, Feon as the most famous figure in the organization said it directly.

The people in this room are not stupid, as people whose lives are always accompanied by their deaths are aware that Harry is not an ordinary person.

Although they were doubtful, they could still read one's eyes.

Everyone fell silent and decided to trust Harry. All greeted Harry by lowering their feet and bending them, as if what they were greeting was a King not an ordinary person.

Seeing everyone bow before him, Harry's face still did not show any expression.

He just stared at everyone with his two blue eyes so deeply.

In a moment, the plans he had made over the years could be executed even faster.

He could not wait to see how the city of Elishien was when it was decorated by blood.

TB