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.

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

for a few moments...Then, with

talk him out of his decision,

could be seen sitting in a different cafe while

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

had mastered the eavesdropping ability to the point, that he could easily zone out all other noises and focus on a single vibrational sound wave across

far is he planning to

slightest with the current development. After all, the plot of land belonged to

in letting beasts cause a mess as well. As for

it would force Jonathan to hand it over to the

to use a loophole and snatch the territory

and they readied

window to catch them red-handed

***

Many days later...

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

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

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

been camping here ever since Felix heard about the beasts' invasion. Trusting that Mr. Atticus' assistant would have to come personally to oversee the operation, they set up

sounded from a distance. A moment later, the

the truck was covered, but an occasional muffed growl or roar escaped from within, hinting

He approached the back of the truck cautiously and began to

team,' Nidam

the doors open, Nidam emerged from the shadows with

'How?!'

ashen as he realized he'd been caught in the

wasn't stupid to not assume that Jonathan might have prepared defensive measures

he would go to the law enforcement office or hire a private

he kicked off

they were being watched ever since they stepped inside the

"GO!"