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, "Release

moments...Then, with a heavy breath, he

out of his decision, but he understood

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

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

easily zone out all other noises and focus on a single vibrational sound wave across kilometers of

far is he

all, the plot of land belonged to Elder Kraken and the fact he allowed it

beasts cause a mess

land, it would force Jonathan to hand

would allow him to use

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

the best window to

***

Many days later...

night was draped in a cloak of darkness, broken only by the sliver of a crescent moon

eerie silence hung in the

his squad waited in ambush. They were equipped with

about the beasts' invasion. Trusting that Mr. Atticus' assistant

the silhouette of a truck,

muffed growl or roar

out from the driver's seat. He approached the back of the truck cautiously and began to unlock the

team,' Nidam

doors open, Nidam emerged from the

'How?!'

as he realized he'd been

wasn't stupid to not assume that Jonathan might have prepared defensive measures in his territory after

eye over him to see if he would go to

of such sort happened, he kicked off his plan in

being watched ever since they stepped inside the

"GO!"