Supremacy Games

1471 Caught Red-Handed!

A couple of days later...

Inside a plush private room of a high-end restaurant, the sounds of a string quartet playing softly could be heard. Crystal chandeliers hung above, casting a soft glow on the luxurious decor.

Jonathan sat confidently, glaring across the marble-

topped table at Mr. Atticus.

Mr. Atticus, ever the picture of sophistication, poured himself a glass of wine from a bottle perched on the table, his fingers adorned with multiple gold rings.

"I trust you've reconsidered my offer," Mr. Atticus began, swirling the wine in his glass, a faint smug expression playing on his face.

Jonathan's eyes flashed with anger. "You think by destroying my land, you could force me into selling? You've got another thing coming, Atticus. That land means more to me than you can fathom. Even if every blade of grass on it withers, I won't sell it to the likes of you!"

Mr. Atticus leaned forward, his face inches from Jonathan's, the smile vanishing. "First of all, I have done nothing to your land, so keep your false allegations to yourself. Secondly, I am merely here to do you a favor, not the other way around."

"Heh, you think anyone would want to get anywhere on your land in its current state? You must be out of your mind." He sneered.

Jonathan leaned in as well, their faces almost touching. "I know what you did. And I will make sure you pay for it."

Pulling back, Mr. Atticus sighed, feigning disappointment. "What a pity, Mr. Jonathan. I was hoping we could come to a mutually beneficial agreement."

"Beneficial?! I will show you beneficial. Just you wait, I ain't dropping this."

"We will see about that."

Mr. Atticus turned on his heel and left the restaurant, not wanting to waste any more of his breath.

After he returned to his car, he reached out to his assistant again and updated him on the situation.

"Do we wait until his anger subsides? He will sell it sooner or later as he can't afford to pay taxes on a useless piece of land." The assistant said.

long, so no." Mr. Atticus ordered coldly,

moments...Then, with a

talk him out of his decision, but he understood his

sitting in a different cafe while having a

seemed engrossed in the news, in reality, his ears were zoned on the conversation between Mr.

that he could easily zone out all other noises and focus on a single

How far is he planning

After all, the plot of land belonged to Elder Kraken and the fact he allowed it to get poisoned was already rude

beasts cause a

that if beasts invaded the land, it would force Jonathan

have contacts that would allow him to use a loophole and snatch the territory before Jonathan

up with his squad and they readied to make their move after the assistant brought the beasts

best window to catch them red-handed in the

***

Many days later...

of darkness, broken only by the sliver

Jonathan's land, an eerie silence hung in the air, but the faint, distant sounds of nocturnal creatures could be

his squad waited in ambush. They were equipped with night vision goggles that gave the landscape an ethereal green

been camping here ever since Felix heard about the beasts' invasion. Trusting that Mr. Atticus' assistant would have

from a distance. A moment later, the silhouette of a truck, barely visible in the dim light, approached

an occasional muffed growl or roar

out from the driver's seat. He approached the back of the

team,' Nidam uttered

doors open, Nidam emerged from the shadows with an authoritative shout, "LAW

'How?!'

he realized he'd been caught in

to not assume that Jonathan might have prepared defensive measures in his territory after

made his people keep an eye over him to see if he would go to the law enforcement office

of such sort happened, he kicked off his

he had no clue that they were being watched

"GO!"