"Who are the Iron Fangs? How many mbers are part of that group? How strong are they? And who is the strongest person in the group? Do they have any powerful backing?"
Radan frowned at Simon’s questions, and in the next second, he scoffed.
"And why should I answer your questions after threatening ?"
Simon expected this, and his lips curled up slightly. He nonchalantly shrugged.
"Who knows? Maybe I might do sothing foolish that would give you the opportunity to arrest and punish more than this. Committing a second offense in less than a week cannot be ignored."
"Bullshit." Radan imdiately spat with anger in his eyes. "If anything’s going to happen between you and the Iron Fangs, it’s happening outside the academy. The laws of the academy have no power outside the walls and gates of the academy."
Simon chuckled with a light smile behind his mask.
"Oh. You got . I thought you’d be fooled by that."
Radan’s left eye twitched in anger.
What did Simon take him for?
A fool.
"Since you have nothing else to say, then let’s go. I’ll take you to where you’ll pay your fine and you can leave."
Simon shook his head and waved his right index finger.
"Not yet."
"What?" Radan frowned.
"Tell what I want to know, or I’ll make sure a deep and thorough investigation is done on you. Every skeleton you have in your cupboard would be unveiled, and I don’t mind being in serious debt to this."
"What?!"
This ti around, Radan could not help but jump in anger.
Bam!
He slamd his hands on the table, his eyes spewing flas of anger as he glared at Simon.
"You threatened the first ti, and I peacefully allowed you to pay a hundred and fifty rits as fine for your cris. Now, you’re threatening because I refused to give you the information you need?"
Simon calmly nodded with an indifferent gaze.
"Exactly."
Radan gritted his teeth in anger.
"What do you take for? You’re just a fucking slave and a Lesser Demon. I can kill you right here, right now!"
Despite the fact that Radan’s Supre Archfiend aura backed by his fury filled the room, Simon’s gaze was completely calm and undisturbed.
"You cannot kill because it’s against the rules. A Shadow Enforcer killing a student, especially a First Year would be punishable by death. And that’s even with the fact that I’m a slave. I am handcuffed, I am a Lesser Demon, and it’s obvious that I’m not a threat to you, so you would be killed if you killed ... Though, if you were an Inquisitor, that would be a different case. But-"
BAM!
A fist landed on Simon’s face, nearly separating his head from his neck.
Blood flew and splattered in Simon’s mask, staining his entire face as his head was flung to the side.
"You think you’re a smart ass huh?"
Radan slowly and calmly folded his sleeves with a cold expression. His eyes reflecting the sight of Simon’s head hung low and blood dripping on the ground from the bottom of his mask.
Radan’s eyes flashed with a dangerous and cruel light.
"I’ve told you before, you’re just a slave. Even if I cannot kill you, I can badly rough you up and say that it’s because you refused to cooperate during the interrogation. Do not think, you can control as you wish, slave."
Radan took a step forward, and in that mont, Simon began to laugh.
"Hahahahaha!"
Radan frowned deeply, and took a step back in caution.
"Radan you fool, don’t you know that you roughing up gives more evidence to use against you? If you don’t do as I say and give what I want, I promise you that the mont I step out of this building, I am going to report you to the Inner Council."
"And if you think that the Inner Council is foolish enough to not put together the pieces, then I don’t mind adding that to the report."
"You’re just a low ranking Interrogator, and I’m sure you can be easily disposed of and replaced by the higher ups. Don’t do sothing foolish, Radan."
Veins of anger and frustration bulged on Radan’s neck and arms as he glared at Simon, wishing to end his life, right here and now.
Simon raised his mask, then he spat out the blood in his mouth on the ground.
"See, just give the information I need on the Iron Fangs, and this can all end. We can let bygones be bygones."
Radan inhaled and exhaled deeply in fury and anger. Everything in him wanted to kill Simon in the most painful way possible, but he couldn’t.
He hated the fact that Simon knew so much about the academy’s system.
A low percentage of the total students in the academy knew about the existence of the Inner Council.
Not even all the Third Years knew about the Inner Council after spending three years in the academy, and so even believed that the Shadow Enforcers were all powerful and could do anything they wanted in the academy.
He and so of his colleagues had used this ignorance to their advantage so many tis, and even if those who had been unfairly punished or taken advantage of, later realized after so ti. There was nothing they could do because it was too late.
What pissed off Radan the most was that Simon was not only a slave, he was First Year Initiate.
And this was his FIRST DAY in the academy.
How many people can proudly say that they knew so much about the rules and regulations of their academy on the first day of school?
Radan did not expect this.
Radan hated this.
But for Simon, he was utterly and absolutely relieved that he chose to read the rules and regulations of the clan and the academy before today.
If not, he would be ignorant and his life would be more miserable than it currently was.
So seconds later, Radan spoke with gritted teeth.
"Fine. I’ll tell you what you need to know."
Simon smiled lightly behind his mask. "Great."
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