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

quiet for a few moments...Then, with a heavy breath, he replied. "Consider it

his decision,

distance, Felix could be seen sitting in a different cafe while having a journal

ears

could easily zone out all other noises and focus on a

How far is

belonged to Elder

had no interest in letting beasts cause a mess as well.

it would force Jonathan to

must definitely have contacts that would allow him to use a

out, he grouped up with his squad and they readied to make their move after the assistant

was the best window to catch

***

Many days later...

in a cloak of darkness, broken only by the sliver of a

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

and his squad waited in ambush. They were equipped with night

here ever since Felix heard about the beasts' invasion. Trusting that Mr. Atticus' assistant would have to come personally to

crunch of gravel sounded from a distance. A moment later, the silhouette of a truck, barely visible in the dim

covered, but an occasional muffed

Mr. Atticus' assistant stepped out from the driver's seat. He approached the back of the truck cautiously and began

team,' Nidam

assistant swung the doors open, Nidam emerged from the shadows with an authoritative

'How?!'

assistant's face turned ashen as he realized he'd been caught in the

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

to see if he

sort happened, he

he had no clue that they were being watched ever since they

"GO!"