Supremacy Games

1470 A Devious Tactic!

The Next Morning...

In a lavish lounge with golden lightning and a soft interior, Jonathan and Mr. Atticus were seen sitting at a mahogany table.

The serene view of the city of Hope outside the window only added to the ambiance.

Jonathan, dressed in a crisp white suit, sat on one end of a mahogany table, a relaxed smile playing on his lips. Opposite him, Mr. Atticus, always impeccable in his dark tailored suit, had a steely glint in his eyes.

"Mr. Jonathan," Mr. Atticus began smoothly, "I've heard a lot about your recent acquisition near Hope. It's prime land, perfect for development."

Jonathan took a sip from his wine glass, nodding appreciatively. "Yes, it's a beautiful piece of land. I've had my eye on it for a while."

Atticus leaned forward, the weight of his presence pressing down on the table. "I'm prepared to offer you a generous sum for it. Think of the profit you'd make."

Jonathan chuckled, "It's not about the money, Mr. Atticus. I've done well for myself, and that plot is where I plan to retire."

Unfazed, Mr. Atticus tried another angle, "How about a partnership then? You will receive royalties from anything produced on your land."

Jonathan shook his head, still smiling. "I appreciate the offer, but it's a personal project. That land means more to me than just profit."

"Name your price. Everyone has one."

Jonathan leaned back, locking eyes with Atticus. "Some things, Mr. Atticus, are priceless. And for me, that plot of land is one of them."

"Is that so?"

Mr. Atticus' soft attitude began to disparate...His eyes became colder as he stared at Jonathan.

As a businessman, he would never consider using illegal methods if the legal path could lead to the same results.

But now?

thick with unsaid words and power dynamics. Finally, Mr. Atticus let out a sigh,

Mr. Atticus extended his hand, which Jonathan shook

for your time," Mr. Atticus said, his tone gracious but with an

Atticus left the lounge, Jonathan watched him, wondering if he really had given up on the plot

Felix complemented Jonathan...He had watched and heard their entire discussion from a

seem like he has any plans

you were seeing his face now, you wouldn't think the same.' Felix replied, his eyes affixed on Mr. Atticus who entered his hovercar with an icy

was right in his assumption as the moment Mr. Atticus stepped inside the car, he reached out to his assistant and sneered. "He said he wanted to retire in it, let's see if he will have

should

"Make it barren."

"Consider it done."

***

the horizon, casting

over the sprawling expanse of

far as the eye could see, with

black vehicle approached discreetly, stopping just out of view. From it

thin, and had an air of quiet efficiency...Dressed in all

and a pack of crow-like blackbirds emerged from the back

above his head, seemingly scanning the new

the briefcase, the assistant took out several small vials filled with a dark,

and then he poured the veils inside automatic sprayers before attaching them

the process...When he was done, he made a weird-sounding whistle and the birds

were activated the moment the birds toggled into the depths of the forest,

the life force

and small animals fled, sensing the imminent danger, and the ground itself became hard and

half a day.' The assistant timed his watch on his device and leaned against the car, waiting patiently for the birds to finish

watched and recorded by Nidam as

farms? How can they do this?" Ravager said with a solemn tone as he watched

is that they have the antidote

other people's lands, forcing them to sell them cheaply." Miss Sanae said coldly, "Since no one wants to buy a barren land, Mr. Atticus will be the sole party interested in buying it and he

"Devious indeed."