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Asher did not reply and just waited . 

It might seem like he wasn't showing much respect, but he simply wasn't a man of many words.

The fact that he was here meant he was at least giving James some respect. 

He still needed the boss of this school because he had promised his mother he would finish high school.

James didn't dislike this side of Asher. It was easier to deal with people who just wanted money.

In fact, he was more cautious of those who kept flattering him because they tended to stick around like parasites.

But Asher was different; give him a job, and he'd do it without any fuss, all business, no emotions.

"Want a smoke?" he offered as he pulled one from his pocket. His lackey lit the cigarette, and he took a puff.

"I don't smoke," Asher replied bluntly. 

"Suit yourself," James chuckled, not bothered by his words.

"So, speaking of why you're here, I have a job for you, a very important one," 

Seeing that Asher wasn't planning to speak, James decided to lay out the job.

"So, you and my guys will lead the charge to teach the other school a lesson for trying to mess with our territory," he explained, detailing the mission. It was the usual school turf war.

Asher sighed to himself, thinking how unnecessary this turf war was.

'Some kids have so much time to waste,' he thought.

However, he had to go along with James if he wanted to maintain the perks he was getting.

His mother's hospital bills were also something he needed to think about, and this was an opportunity for him to earn money. 

Usually, for an additional job, he would get a bonus of 1000 credits for every person he beat up. If he beat up 30 students, that would be 30,000 credits, enough to settle her bills for next month.

"Take this with you," James handed him a walkie-talkie." I'll relay the message, and you go where I tell you to," 

"Okay," Asher nodded and turned around, leading the group that would follow him.

Just as he was about to leave the restroom, James called out to him.

"By the way, there's a guy in the other group called Black hound. If you meet him, I want you to cripple him. I'll give you 10 times the usual if you take him down," James offered with a sly grin on his face.

Asher gave him a double take, nodded, and then quietly exited the restroom.

As far as he was concerned, students weren't a problem. He hadn't encountered anyone who could beat him in a fight yet.

Even a gangster wouldn't stand a chance against him, so taking on a bunch of kids was a piece of cake.

Inside the Restroom .

James and some of his most trusted people remained.

"Boss, is that guy really enough to beat the blackhound?" asked by Bobby. 

The blackhound had a notorious reputation around their territory.

It was said that he sent 50 students to the hospital after they ganged up on him. He was big, strong, and mean—just looking at him would make others cower in fear.

"I don't care if he beats that black hound or not," James chuckled, making his real intentions clear.

He wanted to see Asher tested against someone with a real reputation. If he failed to deliver, he'd be out of luck—and out of payment.

"Boss, about that thing... are we really going to do it?" Bobby shifted the conversation.

Now they were talking about something much deeper than the turf war.

A grin stretched across James' face as he replied, "If we pull that off, we're talking about a whopping 1,000,000 credits in one shot."

"1-- 1 million credits?" Bobby instinctively backed down after hearing that amount.

A million credits was a huge sum for students like them.

To put that in perspective, the monthly cash inflow from their extortion only amounted to 120,000+ credits per month, and most of it was shared among key personnel .

"That's just the beginning. If we do a good job, then we might really be acknowledge as an established gang. When that happens, all of us would be able to get better-paying jobs,"

Right now, they were just a school gang, but his vision reached far beyond that.

He wanted to upgrade, to become a real big boss. That's why he kept Asher with him.

He knew that a fighter like Asher was a valuable asset; if properly utilized, his skills would give their gang an edge. 

'Now, show me what you're capable of. Prove you're the key to my success,'

Asher's performance in this turf war would be the make-or-break moment for his worth.