Bully Lord

Part-230

And so, the days passed with Tony and Mark trailing James, reporting back to Lemon at the end of each day. They described how James spent his time—hanging out with Ryan and Sourov, occasionally helping out at the Judo Club, and, more recently, meeting with Carlos, the swordsmanship instructor. Lemon listened intently, trying to piece together why Fire Fly might be interested in James. So far, there was nothing out of the ordinary. James was a smart kid, sure, but nothing about him seemed to warrant Fire Fly’s attention.

But Lemon knew better than to question Rahat’s motives. Fire Fly always had its reasons, even if they weren’t immediately clear.

For now, Lemon would do what he was told. He would watch James, keep his distance, and bide his time. But the anger inside him simmered, just beneath the surface, waiting for the day when he could finally settle the score.

Because no matter what Rahat had said, Lemon wasn’t about to let James off the hook that easily. Not after what he had done.

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As the days passed, Lemon's plan unfolded. Tony and Mark reported back daily, their updates filling him with a mix of irritation and envy. James was thriving, seemingly unaffected by Lemon's presence. He was still immersed in his studies and training for the upcoming swordsmanship class, his bond with Ryan and Sourov strengthening.

Meanwhile, Lemon grew increasingly agitated. The more he watched, the more he wanted to confront James. But each time he felt the urge rise, he remembered Rahat's warning: **just observe**. It felt like a prison sentence, shackling him to his resentment while he watched his enemy flourish.

One day, after receiving another report from Tony and Mark about James spending time with Mili, Lemon felt his anger boil over. How could James just go on living his life while he was stuck in this hell?

He slammed his fist on the table, catching the attention of a few nearby students. The humiliation of his past—of being taken down by James—washed over him once again, and he could feel the blood rush to his face. He had to do something, anything, to reclaim his power.

Lemon’s mind raced with possibilities. He thought back to the days when he ruled the school where his seat was just after Four Bully Emperors, the fear he instilled in others, the way they backed away at the mere sight of him. Now, he felt like a ghost, lurking in the shadows while James took center stage.

But as the anger simmered within him, a new idea formed—a way to turn the tables without directly confronting James. He could manipulate the situation from the sidelines. If he couldn’t attack head-on, he could sow seeds of doubt, spread rumors, or even set traps. After all, he had two loyal followers who could help execute his plans without getting caught.

Lemon spent the next few days concocting a strategy. He would have Tony and Mark spread subtle rumors about James. It was a way to destabilize his social standing and make him vulnerable. If James's friends turned against him, if his reputation suffered, then maybe, just maybe, Lemon could regain a sense of control.