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.

staying here for long, so no." Mr. Atticus ordered coldly, "Release the

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

his decision,

could be seen sitting in a

reality, his ears were zoned on the conversation between Mr. Atticus and

that he could easily zone out

far is he planning to go?'

to Elder Kraken and the fact he allowed it to get

beasts cause a mess as well. As for

beasts invaded the land, it would force Jonathan to

him to use a loophole and snatch the territory before Jonathan could

wanting to find out, he grouped up with his squad and they readied to make their move

best window to

***

Many days later...

broken only by the sliver of a

of Jonathan's land, an eerie silence hung in the air,

thick shrubs, Felix and his squad waited in ambush. They were equipped with night vision goggles that gave the landscape an ethereal

that Mr. Atticus' assistant would have to come personally to

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

covered, but an occasional muffed growl

approached the back

Nidam uttered

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

'How?!'

turned ashen as he realized

not assume that Jonathan might have prepared defensive

he made his people keep an eye over him to see if he would

saw that nothing of such sort happened, he kicked off his plan in the depths of the

he had no clue that they were being

"GO!"