Lesson One

Time was like a wild donkey—once it started running, it never stopped.

Before long, May 6 arrived, and the homeless children were hauled into the classroom at Roland Cathedral.

Some of the sneakier kids tried to find a chance to skip school, but Jason kept a close eye on them.

Jason firmly believed that since he had been caught in the rain, he ought to tear up everyone else's umbrellas, so he kept every kid who wanted to skip class firmly under control.

With Roland around, there was no way he could escape anyway. In that case, none of the other kids were getting away either. They could all stay here and keep him company!

"Hehehe..." Jason flashed an evil grin.

"Boss, I really regret joining our class. Please, have mercy!" wailed a kid Jason had dragged back after catching him skipping school.

"Are you begging me or messing with me?" Jason let out a wicked laugh. "You said in front of Father Roland that you were with me. Now you think you can just back out?"

"Ahem..." Roland cleared his throat. "Class is about to start. Everyone, back to your seats."

"Boss, are you teaching us?"

"No, I hired a teacher for you." Roland shook his head.

"Oh..." Some of the students started getting ideas. If Roland were teaching, they really wouldn't dare try anything. But if it was some teacher he had hired... that was another story.

The kids from the Underworld were especially bold. They usually worked under Killer Croc, and his influence had rubbed off on them.

"Hello, class."

The teacher walked in. He looked like an unremarkable little old man, with his left sleeve hanging empty.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Hollihan."

Every student in the class straightened up, especially the kids from the Underworld. Each