World Order System: The Mafia
Oath

Two days passed after that incident. At Silverstone everything seemed to be going as usual.

There are no signs of any major movement, as many people think.

After the luxury cars returned across the streets of the city, to get out of there. Silverstone is back as it was.

Development continues to be done. Even everything looks fast. This is increasingly felt because more and more World Orders need workers from various fields.

However, it was not the same as what was happening in the other cities at the moment. In Blacksteel, Timothy Flare, who had died down, became so angry.

"Royal ... What do you mean no news, asshole?!"

Rooney was nervous in front of Timothy Flare. It was because what he had promised, did not match the reality that followed him.

"M-ma-sorry, Mr. Flare ... I lost contact with him ... "

"Female!!"

The glass he was holding had just broken on the floor\, right next to the man's foot. "!! ... !!"

Timothy Flare is really angry. Right now, his head was as if it was being trampled by someone. Despite hearing the news about him, he did not know the person at all.

"Mr Flare ... Allow me to deal with this as soon as possible. I'll—"

Rooney could not finish his words, as Timothy Flare interrupted by holding both of his lapels.

"What are you going to do, huh?! ... What can you do, asshole?!"

Rooney swallowed his saliva. Of course he could do nothing, without the permission or command of the man who was asking without needing this answer.

Timothy took off the collar, after slightly pushing. He then turned around and sat on the sofa on the second floor terrace of his house.

He looked at his mobile phone that had since trembled with no interest in answering him. However, when he saw whose name was listed there, his forehead wrinkled.

He directly swiped the screen up and pressed the speaker button.

"You called me at the wrong time, asshole!! ... What do you want, Halland F**kin Fargo?!"

Halaand who was across there, did not immediately reply. It makes a sense of annoyance in the head of the Team, increasing.

He had almost intended to slam the phone, but Halaand Fargo's voice was heard there.

"Two of my sons, dead by the same man Timy ... As babtis' father they ... What are you gonna do, my old friend?"

Hearing that, Timothy Flare's eyes widened. He immediately turned off the hardener button and brought the phone closer to his ear.

"Halaand, say!"

"I want nothing more than to avenge this, Timy ... What good am I to do it all, if no one will inherit it ... "

"I'm calling you, to take your vows, man ... "

Timothy Flare swallowed his saliva, when he heard the now desperate voice, holding a grudge in every word he spoke.

"Maand ... I can help you to avenge you ... So, you don't have to think about that. I—"

Timothy Flare could not continue his words, Because across the street, Halaand Fargo immediately shouted.

"Timy you\, you son of a bitch!! ... I'm not begging for your help\, you son of a b****h ... !!"

Timothy Flare's eyes widened when he heard Halland Fargo yelling like that at him.

"Friends ... Be calm! I understand ... I understand!"

Since following the man who was talking to Halaand Fargo on this phone, Rooney had never once seen Timothy Flare speak with this tone and expression.

He certainly knows who Halaand Fargo is. Before, for Rooney himself, the man and his family were just a second-rate network, trying to line up his boss position at the Elevens.

But no matter how hard he tried. After a dozen or maybe even decades, the man had never managed to do so.

Now, he witnessed for himself how the way Timothy Flare who was thought to be the strongest among the eleven people in the Elevens spoke to him.

The position of the two seemed to be equal, Even now Halaand looks to dominate the initiator of The Elevens organization itself.

"Quiet? ... You're asking me to calm down? ... Please say, Timy ... If I die alone I can't calm down, how can I live with a situation like this ... Timothy Flare ... ?!

Timothy's heart immediately beat harder, as Halaand spoke his full name clearly, but in a different tone.

It was as if confirming that there was no more bargaining after the name he mentioned.

It took some time for him to regain his self-control. Now, Team Face turned flat.

"Halaand Elliot Fargo ... Do you think it's worth it?"

This question, he would only say once to the person across the street. So, Halaand had to be careful to answer it.

A few seconds of time passed. But Halaand has not yet spoken across there. The team hopes the man disconnects and disengages his intentions right now.

There was no word of retreat if he welcomed the question. At least, that's what they believed all along, and that's what kept them both alive until their current age.

But hope is only hope. A second later, Halaand across the street began to speak with great emphasis, with each word bound by an oath.

Just hearing it, made Timothy Flare, goosebumps.

"For the sake of Elliot's ill-gotten blood flowing through my body ... I take the oath that binds your life  ... I want their blood all ... To water the graves of my two sons ... Timothy Elliot Flare ... !"