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.

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

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

his decision, but he understood his

sitting in a different

he seemed engrossed in the news, in reality, his ears were zoned on the conversation

he could easily zone out all other noises and focus

beasts? How far is he planning to go?'

the plot of land belonged to Elder Kraken

cause a mess as well. As for

land, it would force Jonathan to hand it over to the government until the situation

must definitely have contacts that would allow him to use a loophole and snatch the

and they readied to

the best window to catch them red-handed

***

Many days later...

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

in the air, but the faint, distant

thick shrubs, Felix and his squad waited in ambush. They were equipped with night vision

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

the soft crunch of gravel sounded from a distance. A moment later, the

occasional muffed growl or roar

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

team,' Nidam uttered

emerged from the shadows with an authoritative shout, "LAW

'How?!'

turned ashen as he realized he'd

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

people keep an eye over him to see if he

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

were being watched ever since they stepped inside the

"GO!"