The waiter hesitated, unsure if he had heard correctly. “The… Golden Special, sir?” he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief.“That’s right,” Zen confirmed, his tone as calm as ever. “Two plates, if you don’t mind.”Paul’s sneer faltered slightly as he realized what Zen had ordered. The Golden Special was the restaurant’s most expensive dish, renowned for its rarity and luxury. It cost a staggering $30,000 per plate—an amount that even Paul himself would hesitate to spend on a single meal.“You’re bluffing,” he said, trying to regain his composure. “There’s no way you can afford that.”Without a word, Zen reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a sleek, black card, handing it to the waiter. The waiter’s eyes widened as he took the card, recognizing it immediately.Around them, the murmurs in the restaurant grew louder. Whispers spread quickly as people took note of the black card Zen had handed over.“Isn’t that…?”“Yes, it is. That’s a black card.”“But only the highest of

Without warning, a thug lunged at Zen, aiming the blade at his side. But Zen was faster. He sidestepped the attack with fluid precision, grabbing the thug’s wrist and twisting it with enough force to disarm him. The switchblade clattered to the ground as Zen delivered a swift elbow to the thug’s face, sending him sprawling. Zen clenched his jaw, he had thought Natasha would want the best for herself and now she had led him straight into a trap. "In the end, you ended up like everyone else," he replied, his voice laced with disappointment. Before Natasha could respond, the man standing next to her stepped forward, a sneer on his face. "Touching, really. But we’re not here to chat. You’re coming with us, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll cooperate." Zen’s eyes flicked to the man, sizing him up. "And if I don’t?" The man chuckled, pulling out a switchblade, the sharp edge glinting under the light. "Then things get messy." Zen’s expression didn’t change, but there was a dan

As Sinclair’s car glided smoothly along the road, Zen took in the changing scenery through the window. The city’s vibrant lights began to fade, replaced by the lush greenery and tranquility of the outskirts. Sinclair, sitting opposite him, began to explain.“Welcome to Fairy Island. You know, Chief, Fairy Island is also owned by the Albrecht family,” Sinclair said, breaking the silence. “This estate made them one of the major players in the world of elite estates. To the point that it got separated from the rankings of best estates in the city.”Zen’s interest was piqued. “The Albrecht family again, huh? What makes Fairy Island so special?”Sinclair glanced briefly at Zen. “Fairy Island is a massive luxury estate, no one knows much about the person who designed Fairy island but when the land was bought and the high society saw the blueprint, Albrecht was the first family to see the vision. They hold a significant margin of shares in several major industries, which gives them unparalle

As the auctioneer stepped back up to the podium, his voice amplified and echoed through the grand hall. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, with a sly smile on his lips, "we now come to the final item of the evening, a treasure of unparalleled significance, as I had earlier said. Hidden away by none other than the God of War himself, the Monarch of Death." A murmur swept through the crowd, almost instantly. In Room D, Zen’s eyes narrowed, and his posture straightened. Sinclair, standing beside him, leaned in closer, his voice was nearly a whisper. “Chief, is this what I think it is? The box—what’s inside it?”Zen remained silent, his expression unreadable, eyes fixed on the auctioneer. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “How did they find the box? It was hidden away so carefully, so many years ago,” Zen thought to himself.The auctioneer raised his hand, signaling for silence. "The bidding will start at one hundred million dollars."A hush fell over the room. For a moment, ther

Zen and Sinclair got into a private room just off the main hall. The room was sparsely furnished, with a single table and two chairs under the dim glow of a chandelier. The thick wooden door clicked shut behind them, muffling the sounds of the ongoing auction outside. As Sinclair placed the chest on the table, Zen pulled off his gloves and flexed his fingers, his gaze locked on the box. “Well,” Sinclair said, a hint of anticipation in his voice, “Let’s see what’s inside this thing that was worth twenty billion.”Zen smirked, leaning forward as he slowly unlatched the chest. The hinges creaked softly as the lid lifted, revealing a dark, empty interior. Sinclair stared at the empty space, his mouth agape. “What the hell? It’s empty!”Zen chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course, it’s empty. It would only be empty if someone had already gotten to it first.”Sinclair stumbled back, his face pale. “Twenty billion, Chief! You just spent twenty billion on an empty box! Do you think the aucti