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?

Mr. Atticus let out a sigh, nodding in acknowledgment. "Very well, Mr. Jonathan. I respect

up, Mr. Atticus extended his hand,

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

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

watched and heard their entire

he doesn't seem like he has any plans to snatch

you wouldn't think the same.' Felix replied, his eyes affixed on Mr. Atticus who entered his hovercar with

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

should I

"Make it barren."

"Consider it done."

***

sun dipped below the horizon, casting a

hue over the sprawling expanse of Jonathan's temporary

far as the eye could see,

black vehicle approached discreetly, stopping just out of view. From it emerged Mr. Atticus' assistant, holding a metallic briefcase

an air of quiet efficiency...Dressed in

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

above his head, seemingly scanning the

briefcase, the assistant took out several

he poured the veils inside automatic sprayers before attaching

he made a weird-sounding whistle and the birds immediately spread out across the

moment the birds toggled into the depths of the forest, spraying the toxic substance over the fertile

the life force seemed to drain away

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

watch on his device and leaned against the

the assistant, everything was being watched and recorded by Nidam as he was using his shadow abilities to hide himself

their farms? How can they do this?" Ravager said with a solemn tone as he watched the live feed from

is that they have the antidote to

wants to buy a barren land, Mr. Atticus will be the sole party interested in buying it and he can lowball the price as much as his

"Devious indeed."