Chapter 135: Contractor 2

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Agenchra raised his hand, and the page that was large enough to cover a wall became a small piece of paper. He pointed to the paper, and the single sheet became two. Then, he held up both of the pieces of paper and looked at Junhyuk.

"Put your hand on them."

Junhyuk placed his hand on them, imprinting his fingerprint.

"Repeat after me, 'I, Junhyuk Lee, will do my best to follow this contract. I promise.' Easy, huh?"

Junhyuk's eyes widened slightly, and he said, "I, Junhyuk Lee, will do my best to follow this contract. I promise."

When he said "promise," a chain made of light come out of the paper and bound him to the contract. The light soon disappeared, and Junhyuk stared at Agenchra. He took one piece of paper for himself and gave the other to Junhyuk.

"You should read it at least once."

"I think so too."

Agenchra smiled.

"Then, be ready next Friday at 8:00 p.m. I wish you victory."

"Thanks."

Agenchra raised his hand and drew a big square in the middle of the air. He pushed the square, and a space opened. He went inside it and disappeared. He had said he was the Dimensional Battlefield's Chief Contract Manager for Team Three, and his powers were beyond what Junhyuk had imagined. Maybe even heroes couldn't touch people like that?

Junhyuk shook his head and summoned his Kasha. The Kasha perched on his shoulder, and he said, "Sarang."

"What is it?"

He was hearing her voice, but it felt different from the phone. The phone felt computerized somehow, but the Kasha spoke in Sarang's voice. It was fun and astounding.

"I want to know if you are safe."

"I'm good. Is there a problem?"

"Something did happen. There is a Champions' Battlefield for champions!"

"Really? Then you'll go to two battlefields?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to be OK?"

Junhyuk chuckled and said, "I'll have infinite revives in the Champions' Battlefield."

"That's nice!" Sarang answered cheerily, and Junhyuk fell on his bed. He had the contract in his left hand, and he placed the Kasha on his belly.

"Because I became a champion, everything changes. A contractor came by."

"A contractor?"

"The Dimensional Battlefield's Chief Contract Manager for Team Three. I think management is bigger than I thought."

"There must be a lot of behind all this. It has to be a big operation, bigger than we ever imagined."

"Right."

So far, he had only tried to survive the battlefield and didn't bother to find out more, but the more he found out, the more he understood that management was beyond his reach. They could stop time and summon people from different dimensions. You could very well say that they were like gods.

Junhyuk got up.

"Get some rest. Don't show your Kasha to other people, so use the burner phone."

"Hm. I like the Kasha better."

"Then, go to sleep."

Junhyuk sent the Kasha away and got up from the bed. He looked over his contract. It was long enough to cover an entire wall of his home, but he could get through it. It contained a lot information, but he wanted to know more.

It felt funny to read it at that point because he had already signed it. Artlan had told him they wouldn't cheat him, and he trusted Artlan.

It was like getting insurance. They told you not to read the entire contract, and it all depended on how much the insurance agent could be trusted during the process. Friends who already had insurance would tell their other friends to trust the agent. Sometimes, people lost a lot of money by getting the wrong insurance, but Artlan was like a mentor to him. Artlan had saved his life many times and currently trained him. He trusted what Artlan had said, but just in case, he was still reading over the contract.

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Planes didn't fly on Fridays, so airports were packed on Saturdays. However, Anna got on the plane comfortably.

Stephen and Anna took their seats at first class. Stephen helped her get on the plane. She was still wearing sunglasses, and her right arm was bandaged. She moved unnaturally.

Anna sat next to her dad, and the secret service agents sat around them. There were only two of them in first class, two other men.

Soon, the plane took off, and Anna leaned back on her chair. She put her earbuds on, and Stephen sighed. He was a diplomat, and his daughter had been attacked by a robber and lost her eyes. Her arm wouldn't recover either. It would take a miracle for her to regain her disposition. She had always loved motorcycles, and Stephen felt guilty. He had lost his status as a diplomat. When they returned home, he planned to spend some time with her.

The plane rose high up and leveled off. Two men from business class got up and got into first class, and the secret service agents tried to stop them.

Pht, pht!

They had turned to look at the business class men when two other men in first class got up and shot the agents. Other secret service agents in the plane got up, but the stewardesses were aiming pistols at their heads.

Stephen felt nervous and stared at them. They weren't just aiming, but had already shot and killed some agents. Within the first class cabin, there were four men and a stewardess. One of them walked over to Anna and took off her sunglasses.

Anna frowned and opened her eyes. The man staring at her put his pistol on her head. He inspected her face and decided she was the right target, but the man suddenly turned around and shot the other members of his own group. There were two other men aiming at her, and they were killed by that man, but the man himself was also killed by the other members of their team just before they died.

The survivors all aimed at her, and she said, "Stop!"

One man and a stewardess were surprised by it and looked at their own pistols. They couldn't move after Anna had spoken. She took her earbuds off and looked around.

"I thought you would come, but why didn't you wait?"

"Are your eyes OK now?"

Anna looked at Stephen and smiled.

"Yes. Why don't you take a nap?"

"A nap?"

Stephen fell asleep, and Anna leaned him against the chair. She pulled out a satellite phone from her bag and called someone, delivering her answer.

"I accept."

"Ha-ha-ha! You made the right decision."

"I'm in the air. What should I do?"

"Don't worry. Wang has sent a fighter jet, and it will be there soon. Shanghai Pudong International Airport has people working for Wang."

"OK. My family's safety comes first. You know that, right?"

"Sure. You'll be joining us, so that's the least we can do! You will be safer than my own family."

The Algerian prince sounded happy, and Anna hung up. She looked at the man and the woman and walked over to the woman and smiled.

"Go to the pilots."

The woman obeyed her command.

"Tell them you want to get inside."

The woman picked up a phone and spoke in it. Anna could hear the copilot, so she took the phone from the woman.

"Open the door."

The door opened, and the copilot looked nervous. Anna walked over to the pilot and whispered in his ear, "Make an announcement."

"What are you talking about?"

She looked at the pilot and smiled. His eyes looked weird, and Anna looked out of the window. A fighter jet approached from the China's direction.

"The plane has technical issues, and we'll be landing at Shanghai Pudong International Airport. Announce it."

The pilot obeyed her command, and Anna slowly turned around. She would follow the fighter jet to Pudong Airport, and the Pentagram wouldn't be able to touch her anymore.

She looked at the woman and the man who had tried to kill her and said, "Tell me who sent you."

Both despaired, but there was nothing they could do.

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Doyeol heard that Anna's plane had landed at Pudong International Airport, and he knew his plan had failed. He hadn't expected that.

He called for a meeting with the other members of the Pentagram, and four faces appeared on the screens around him.

"My plan has failed," he said.

Charles grimaced.

"What happened?"

"They landed at Pudong International Airport instead, and Wang was involved."

Charles sighed and shouted, "SHE IS JUST A NOVICE WHO CAN'T EVEN USE HER POWER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"If she hadn't recovered, we would have killed her," Doyeol mumbled.

Charles was filled with anger, and the old man who had been listening said, "Calm down. If we knew the Algerian prince and Wang would've been involved, we should have acted differently. We shouldn't have relied on you."

Doyeol felt extremely humiliated. They will kneel before me soon. At that point, they were talking as if it was all his fault, and Doyeol knew it was.

If Anna went to the Algerian prince, that's one thing. However, if she recovered her power, this was the worst situation possible. She would come after the members of the Pentagram at any moment.

The old man said calmly, "If Wang took her in, we will know where she is. Charles, can you give out some orders in China? What are your numbers there?"

"I have fifty agents at Pudong Airport right now. In two hours, I'll have two hundred agents in China."

Doyeol just listened. He knew how powerful Charles was, and that he was different from himself. Charles could give out orders in China, not just in America. It was the power of money."

If he was to stand tall among them, he had to change.

The old man continued calmly, "I'll find out her location, and you take care of it."

Charles looked at Doyeol. Doyeol felt humiliated, and he knew it.

"I will."

"Then, move out right away."

The screens turned off, and Doyeol leaned back on his chair.

"Whew!"

He was very frustrated, but his responsibility had gone to Charles. If he could kill Anna, Doyeol would be grateful, and if not, he wouldn't be responsible anymore. It wasn't a bad situation to be in.

"I should concentrate on my own safety."

Anna used hypnosis, and he wasn't sure who could protect him. He would have to have Jeffrey guard him.