School Bullies, Meet My 109 Big Sisters Chapter 12
Further in the distance, my seventh sister, Isotta Bianco, had somehow summoned a unit of international mercenaries. Their firepower was ferocious, cutting off every last escape route for the enemy.
I sat in the cold chair in the basement, staring at the crisscrossing blaze of gunfire on the screen. My
hands were shaking, but my gaze had never been more resolute.
All of a sudden, a thunderous explosion rang out. The safe room door behind me, supposedly capable of
withstanding a rocket attack, was blasted wide open.
Three masked men charged in with their guns aimed straight at me.
My mind went completely blank.
At the very last second, a panel in the ceiling above me slid open without a sound.
Dressed in a skintight black tactical suit, Martina descended from the ventilation shaft upside down, landing with the lethal grace of a hunting leopard.
“Lay a hand on Dante, and you’re dead!”
She took on three gunmen single-handedly, her movements so fast that she was nothing but a blur.
In the split second they were locked in combat, I lunged toward the wall and slammed my palm down on
the red alarm button.
A piercing siren wailed through the entire basement. Within three seconds, more of my sisters burst
through the door.
The battle ended half an hour later.
All 12 infiltrators, including Mr. Moretti, had been captured.
In the underground interrogation room, Mr. Moretti was tied to a chair. Even though he was covered in blood, he was still grinning savagely.
“We’re only the vanguard. Scorpio’s main force is already massed at the border, waiting for our signal.
You can’t protect Dante forever.”
Sofia remained stone-faced and gave nothing more than a chilling laugh.
“Who said anything about protecting him forever?”
She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
“Elena, has that missile application been approved yet?”
That was when I learned that Elena, under the guise of a military district exercise, had applied for a live- fire drill, and the designated drill zone was right near Scorpio Organization’s stronghold across the
border.
Sofia hung up on the call and turned back to look at me, her voice calm yet carrying the weight of a thunderstorm.
“Dante, let us teach you one final lesson. The best way to deal with evil is not to defend against it, but to make sure they never dare to attack again.”
Three hours later, the international news channels broke in with an urgent bulletin.
In the border mountains of a neighboring country, a devastating explosion of an unknown origin set off a massive landslide, burying what appeared to have been an armed group’s camp. It was believed that
there were no survivors.
The crisis was over.
Yet, I couldn’t sleep that night.
I got up and walked out to the living room, where I found Sofia sitting alone, smoking in the dark.
“Sofia.” I walked up to her and looked into her bloodshot eyes. “I want to learn how to defend myself.”
I then paused and took a deep breath before speaking the words that I’d been turning over in my mind for
a long time.
“And also how to manage the family business.”
Sofia’s hand, the one holding the cigarette, gave a sharp tremble.
She looked up, her eyes instantly rimmed red.
“Alright, we’ll all teach you.”
From that day on, I lived a double life.
During the day, I was just an ordinary high school student, buried in books and cramming for the SAT.
At night, different sisters took turns teaching me combat, finance, law, intel analysis, and more.
I discovered that I actually enjoyed all of it.
On the day of the SAT, all 109 sisters showed up wearing bright red “Victory” T-shirts.
A motorcade-a chaotic mix of Rolls-Royce, military jeeps, and limited-edition supercars-stretched from our front door all the way to the exam venue.
Reporters who had caught wind of the spectacle swarmed over, aiming their cameras and microphones
at Sofia.
“We’re just an ordinary family cheering on our younger brother,” Sofia replied, her face perfectly
composed.
The reporters looked at the tank, its cannon polished to a gleaming shine, and fell into stunned silence.
