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?

and power dynamics. Finally, Mr. Atticus

Atticus extended his hand, which Jonathan

Atticus said, his tone gracious but with an undertone of

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

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

has any plans to

face now, you wouldn't think the same.' Felix replied, his eyes affixed on Mr.

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

approach should

"Make it barren."

"Consider it done."

***

the horizon,

over the sprawling expanse

far as the eye could see, with birdsong

approached discreetly, stopping just out of view. From it emerged Mr. Atticus' assistant, holding a metallic briefcase and having his face

was tall, thin, and had an air of quiet efficiency...Dressed

of crow-like blackbirds emerged from the back of the

kept hovering above his head,

briefcase, the assistant took out several small vials

the veils inside automatic sprayers

to finish the process...When he was done, he made a weird-sounding whistle and the birds immediately spread out across

moment the birds toggled into the depths of the forest,

the poison landed, the life force seemed to drain away

gray and brittle, birds and small animals fled, sensing the imminent

on his device and leaned against the car, waiting patiently for the birds

Nidam as he

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

is that they have the antidote to

cheaply." Miss Sanae said coldly, "Since no one wants to buy a barren land, Mr. Atticus will

"Devious indeed."