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

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

his decision, but he

could be seen sitting in a different cafe while having a

the news, in reality, his ears were

he could easily zone out all other noises and focus on a single vibrational sound wave

How far is he

pleased in the slightest with the current development. After all, the plot of land belonged to Elder Kraken and the fact he allowed it to get poisoned was already rude on

beasts cause

figured out that if beasts invaded the land, it would force Jonathan to hand it over to the government until the

allow him to use

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

the best window to catch

***

Many days later...

a cloak of darkness, broken only

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

ambush. They were

beasts' invasion. Trusting that Mr. Atticus' assistant would have to come personally to oversee the operation, they set up an ambush in all

moment later, the silhouette

covered, but an occasional muffed growl or

driver's seat. He approached the back

Nidam

assistant swung the doors open, Nidam emerged from the

'How?!'

he realized he'd

assume that Jonathan might have prepared defensive measures

keep an eye over him to see if he would go to

he kicked off his plan

clue that they were being watched ever since they

"GO!"