Part Three

"Those two again..."

Bony hands folded together were clenched tightly. Sitting inside a dark room at a round table was a total of ten middle-aged businessmen. They all had narrowed eyes and had dark eyes that held gazes of anger.

"If we had the Queen's Diamond, we could make at least a billion yen and carry out our plan," the man at one end of the table snarled. "And yet Ijiwara that idiot..."

"The Annihilator and the Death Angel, huh?" Another man mused, caressing his beard thoughtfully. "Once again I've underestimated their knowledge. They seem like such fools and yet they're a step ahead of us time and time again..."

"Now, now," another man spoke up with an icy smile. "Let's not get hasty. The Annihilator and the Death Angel are of no interest to us."

"You're right," A booming voice finally said, and everyone in the room turned to look at the man who spoke. The man leaned forward, dark eyes glistening intensely. "Our only objective right now is to demolish that MW academy--Himeji High School."

"Yes, sir."