Bully Lord

Part-162

James and his friends made their way to the upperclassmen's area, a section of the school reserved for the older students. As they approached the common room, they noticed a group of students gathered around a table, engaged in animated conversation.

James approached one of the seniors, a tall, lanky boy with a perpetual smirk on his face. "Excuse me," he said, "do you know where Alex is?"

The senior shrugged, his expression indifferent. "I don't see him around much," he replied. "He's a bit of a loner."

Just as James was about to give up, another upperclassman stepped forward. "Why are you looking for Alex?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

Sourov, ever the diplomat, replied, "We have some business with him."

The upperclassman considered this for a moment. "Well, I think I saw him earlier," he said. "He was heading towards the rooftop."

The trio exchanged excited glances. They had finally found their target.

They followed the upperclassman's directions, climbing the stairs to the rooftop. The rooftop was a quiet, secluded spot, offering a panoramic view of the city. As they approached, they saw Alex sitting alone on the edge of the roof, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

James and his friends exchanged nervous glances. They knew that confronting Alex on his own turf was risky, but they had no other choice. They had to get the information they needed.

As James, Ryan, and Sourov approached Alex, his face lit up with a wide grin. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If it isn't the Judo Club boys. Have you finally decided to join the Taekwondo Club?"

James returned his smile, his tone equally sarcastic. "Maybe," he replied. "But I'm still undecided."

Alex's grin widened. "You should," he said. "We could use a good sparring partner."

James nodded, his eyes scanning Alex's body. He was a formidable opponent, that much was clear. But James was confident in his own abilities.

"Maybe I will," he said. "But first, I need to ask you something."

Alex's smile faded. "What is it?" he asked, his voice turning serious.

James took a deep breath. "Have you heard of an organization called Spider Eyes?" he asked. "I've heard they're involved in some shady stuff."

Alex's expression turned cold. "I've never heard of them," he replied, his voice firm.

James knew he was lying. Alex was too involved in the school's social scene to be unaware of such a prominent group. But he needed more evidence.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with doubt.

Alex's patience was wearing thin. "Look, I don't know anything about Spider Eyes," he said, his voice rising. "So don't waste your time asking something like this."

James and his friends exchanged glances. They knew they had to be more direct.

"We know you're involved," James said, his voice firm. "We have evidence."

Alex's eyes narrowed. "What kind of evidence?" he demanded.

James hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. Finally, he decided to take a risk. "We know you were working with the shopkeeper," he said. "You were helping him with the scams."