"Mr. Joseph, I’ve brought Vocco and Huber’s secretary. So, what do you plan to do with them?" Jordi’s words carried a hidden meaning that only Joseph could understand. "You’ve done well. Now, I’ll entrust you with one more task," Joseph said coldly. At that moment, both Jordi and Joseph showcased their acting skills, even rivaling top-tier actors. Every word they spoke was true, yet layered with deeper meaning. Their conversation felt like code, leaving Vocco and Huber’s secretary baffled. In Vocco’s mind, Joseph was the mastermind behind everything. He felt anxious, convinced that his life could end at any moment. Joseph’s cold voice broke the silence. Jordi was startled for a moment, then his expression turned serious. "Please, Mr. Joseph, just give the order." Jordi’s actions seemed misleading, as if he were one of Joseph’s lackeys. "Kill them," Joseph said emotionlessly, shocking everyone in the room. Vocco immediately burst into tears and cried out. “Mr. Joseph, what do
It was only three hours later that Joseph realized that Mr. Suro's murder was a setup to frame him. Joseph continued moving forward, he realized that Mr. Suro was not just a personal threat but part of a much larger game of power. In the end, Joseph knew that the key to victory lay in the courage to endure and strike at the right moment. He was well aware that EGC would not leave him stranded in the midst of this game—they would continue supporting him, as long as he held his ground firmly. This time, EGC did not contact Joseph directly but conveyed crucial information to him. That night, a room at the Koland Police Department in the city of Sonya was blown apart with immense force, causing severe damage that nearly triggered a minor earthquake. The victims and casualties were key members of Mr. Suro's inner circle, yet Mr. Suro did not respond. Instead, he withdrew from the public eye, becoming reclusive and neglected by his subordinates. Joseph didn’t fully understand EGC
Jonathan’s time at the Koland Police Headquarters was used to coordinate a larger operation. This operation needed to be framed as Dragon Bo's revenge, rather than the work of EGC or any other power. Recently, Dragon Bo’s presence had almost vanished. No one knew how many of their members were still active, let alone where they were hiding. The sudden disappearance of Dragon Bo wasn’t convincing to anyone. All parties knew that with their destructive force, Dragon Bo could create chaos at any moment. In this situation, P5—the alliance of the world’s leading powers—took a firm stance. The Eurosia East Weapons Group, in the interest of safeguarding its assets, pressured Dragon Bo. Meanwhile, M North Weapons Group unexpectedly adopted an aggressive approach by closely monitoring Dragon Bo’s actions and even urging Koland to take the initiative in stopping their expansion. These developments didn’t directly affect Joseph at the moment, but EGC’s backing had placed him into the globa
Because we’re already here, it means Company G is ready to discuss matters with the Euro of West Consortium. But I need an explanation about what happened at Frantastica Restaurant. That’s only fair, right?” Joseph said firmly. “Of course. That’s exactly why I wanted to meet with you, Mr. Joseph,” Vanilla responded seriously. Vanilla then explained that, as a core member of the Euro of West Consortium, she was responsible for reviewing industry performance in their region. The incident at the restaurant involving Kamdy became a burden that Vanilla had to address. “We’ve submitted a full report to the consortium board,” she said. “But our main concern is how Company G—and you, personally—view this situation.” Joseph remained calm, understanding that maintaining a good relationship with the Euro of West Consortium was a wise decision. After all, keeping balance in business was part of his strategy. Finally, Joseph began the conversation with a thoughtful tone. “In that case, i
"How did that happen?" Joseph frowned. "It's most likely the work of an external force," Jacky continued. "Some of our businesses are working with people from Stogu for trade on the northern border. We have three trade routes, and on each route, dozens of our teams regularly transport goods like ginseng, antiques, and deer antlers for trade." "But recently, two of the routes have lost contact, and all the people transporting the goods have disappeared. Now, all trade routes have been suspended, and no one dares to continue because they're afraid of the danger." Joseph asked, "What’s your next move?" Jacky replied, "I immediately sent twenty members of G Alliance in two teams to investigate, but they haven't returned yet. I suspect it’s the people from Stogu. The area is vast and sparsely populated, making them hard to track. If the Stogu forces are involved, things will get more complicated." Joseph was silent for a moment, then said, "I’ll handle this myself. Tell the G All
"Yes, Mr. Joseph!" Juneth answered firmly. "Oh, Mr. Joseph, the G Alliance in Leeds has been growing rapidly lately. Do you want to see it?" Juneth offered. Joseph smiled. "Let's check it out." The driver immediately turned the car toward the outskirts of Leeds. Half an hour later, they arrived at a modest building. Above the entrance, it read: J-Guezz Orphanage. Katty looked at the orphanage with wide eyes. "This orphanage was built in your name, Mr. Joseph," Juneth explained. Inside, the sound of children reading aloud, full of energy, could be heard. They entered the building. "There are 30 orphans here from Leeds and nearby cities," Juneth continued. "Most of them come from very tough backgrounds. Some were even rescued from human trafficking, where their limbs were broken to be used for begging." "We, from the G Alliance, saved these children and registered them for a better future. All the costs are covered by the companies under G Alliance." They stopped i
Joseph gave a faint smile. Around forty people had gathered at the airport to welcome him, causing the security staff to grip their batons tightly and move in closer, just in case. Jacky smiled and said, "Mr. Joseph, these people are the big and small leaders from the eastern region. They all work under your command now and wanted to meet you in person. That’s why I brought them here." Jacky continued, "There were more people back at our headquarters who wanted to join the welcoming, but I was worried it would cause chaos. So I only brought a few." Joseph nodded, understanding their enthusiasm. "Alright, I'll meet them later." Jacky quickly opened the door to the Mercedes-Benz for Joseph, inviting him inside. A convoy of similar Mercedes-Benz cars followed behind, drawing attention from the people around the airport. As they drove, Joseph asked, "How's our industry doing in the eastern region?" Jacky thought for a moment and replied, "The major industries we manage are sti
Joseph decided to bring only the G Alliance members on this mission, leaving the drunk bosses behind. First, the relationship between him and the bosses wasn’t strong enough to fully trust them. Second, this mission was a test for Joseph. The bosses wanted to see how competent he was in handling a critical situation like this. “If I succeed, it’ll strengthen my position. If I fail, my power could diminish,” Joseph thought. That’s why he preferred to rely on himself. In front of the villa, six black off-road Hummers were ready. The vehicles were stocked with supplies like compressed biscuits, purified water, and chocolate. Joseph sat in the front passenger seat, while Jacky took the wheel. Four G Alliance members who had done prior investigations sat in the back. Vroom! Vroom! The Hummer’s engines roared under the moonlight, and Joseph’s convoy headed north toward Stogu. “Boss Joseph, the trade route is about 1,500 kilometers long. It’ll take us around maybe three days to r
In the Hospital Corridor The hospital corridor felt eerily quiet, though the sound of medical staff's footsteps and the occasional beeping of machines broke the silence. Joseph sat on a long bench, gripping his phone tightly, his mind wandering far. Occasionally, he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. Mr. Barta patted his son-in-law’s shoulder. "Katty is a strong woman. Trust me, she’ll be fine." Before Joseph could respond, the cry of a baby suddenly echoed from the operating room. He immediately stood up, his face filled with happiness. The operating room door opened, and a doctor stepped out, removing their mask. "Mr. Joseph?" the doctor called. "Yes, Doctor?" "Congratulations, Mr. Joseph. Your son has been born." Those words made Joseph feel like a great weight had been lifted from him. He couldn’t contain his wide smile. "Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much!" Mr. Barta raised his hands in the air. "My grandson!" he cheered. Ten minutes later, Joseph w
Then.... The sound of rapid gunfire echoed through the air! Joseph stood motionless, calmly waiting amidst the chaos. Heavy footsteps reverberated across the room. Members of the G Alliance emerged from the front door, their rifles still warm from their shots. They had taken down all of Ramond’s soldiers with flawless precision, moving like machines devoid of mercy. The G Alliance members had long trained to shoot in complete darkness, even with their eyes closed. This level of skill now allowed them to dominate their enemies despite the pitch-black conditions. “Turn on the lights,” Joseph ordered curtly, his voice authoritative. Ultra-bright flashlights snapped on, instantly illuminating the room. The light revealed a gruesome scene: twenty of Ramond’s soldiers lay lifeless on the floor, their blood pooling beneath them. The stench of gunpowder mixed with blood filled the air, causing Ramond to cough as he scanned the horrifying aftermath with fear and rage. “You…” Ram
Jennifer stood frozen in place, her body trembling, her once graceful face now etched with frustration and despair. Slowly, her hand moved to the folds of her dress, drawing out a small pistol that gleamed under the dim light. All eyes locked onto her—Joseph remained silent, his gaze as cold as ice, while Ramond sneered with a smug grin, full of disdain and mockery. Zako, usually quick to act, now watching with a mix of anxiety and helplessness. Jennifer raised the pistol to her head, her hand shaking uncontrollably. "This is all my fault..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but no one moved to stop her. She lifted her head slightly, her tear-filled eyes meeting Joseph's. Yet, there was no response from her son—no empathy, no hesitation, just a chilling, unyielding silence. Jennifer’s gaze grew vacant. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and without warning, the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the silence. Her body crumpled t
The dim light from the chandelier cast sharp shadows across Joseph’s cold face. His eyes scanned the room sharply, observing each person within it. Jacky tried to speak, but no sound escaped his lips. He was barely hanging on, his life slipping away. Joseph glanced briefly at Jacky before redirecting his focus to the three figures before him. Jennifer abruptly stood, clutching a nearly empty wine glass in her trembling hand. Her face was pale, and though she tried to mask her nerves, her shaking fingers betrayed her unease. Ramond, in contrast, lounged casually in his chair, legs crossed as if there were nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, Zako appeared far more alert, his eyes darting between Joseph and the exit. “So,” Joseph’s deep, cold voice shattered the silence, “I come here and find myself... entertained by quite the show.” Jennifer quickly drank the rest of her wine, trying to steady herself. But as Joseph’s gaze locked onto hers, she froze. The woman, typically full
The room was dark and empty. Only the sound of Jacky’s footsteps echoed, filling the oppressive silence. His eyes scanned every corner, his pistol aimed forward, ready for any threat. But there was nothing—no Ramond, no Jennifer, no Zako. Only the cold air brushing against his skin like an invisible menace.Jacky growled, kicking over an old wooden chair that lay in the middle of the room. “Damn it! They escaped!” he yelled, his anger burning hot. He rubbed his temples, trying to steady the frustration boiling inside him. But before he could plan his next move, something unexpected happened.Out of nowhere, a coarse cloth wrapped tightly around his face. Someone yanked a bag over his head, cutting off his vision entirely.Jacky struggled, punching and thrashing, but his attacker was strong. Two firm hands restrained him with precision. Within seconds, he was forced into a chair, his body tied down with ropes that quickly bound his wrists and ankles.“Who are you?!” Jacky shouted, his
In the basement...The damp atmosphere clung to the space, making the air feel oppressively heavy.At the center of the room stood an old wooden table strewn with papers and maps. In one corner, Ramond sat on a worn-out chair, dressed in a faded shirt. Despite his simple appearance, his chilling aura remained unmistakable.The creaking of the wooden door broke the silence. Jennifer appeared, carrying two large bags filled with food supplies and water bottles. Her once-elegant dress now looked slightly disheveled, as if the long journey to this hidden place had drained her energy."Ramond," she said softly, lowering the bags onto the floor. "I brought food and necessities to last you a few days. I hope it’s enough."Ramond lifted his head, a faint smile forming on his lips—a smile that was both calming and enigmatic. "My darling," he greeted her warmly, his tone as smooth as ever. "You never fail to impress me."Jennifer lowered her gaze, avoiding his penetrating stare.Ramond rose fro
Ramond was a name well-known among the global elite, not only for his ruthlessness but also for his uncanny ability to manipulate. However, behind the mask of power he always wore, there was a hidden truth: Ramond owned nothing. Everything—his wealth, assets, and the networks he wielded—belonged to Jennifer. A woman trapped in her blind love for Ramond for years, she had made him a symbol of power in the eyes of the world.Jennifer’s love became a vulnerability that Ramond exploited without hesitation. He played his role flawlessly, presenting himself as a charismatic yet dangerous leader within the global elite circles. Jennifer even elevated him to the position of leader of the global elite, ensuring that all resources were at his disposal. Under his influence, many leaders in the network were willing to take extreme measures to achieve their objectives—whether it was dominating specific economic sectors, manipulating politics, or mercilessly destroying rivals.Ramond became a symbo
Joseph stood abruptly and said nothing. He cast a cold glance at his mother before turning and walking away. His firm steps echoed as he exited the grand mansion, with Gawali silently following close behind. The tense atmosphere was palpable, yet not a word was spoken between them until both Joseph and Gawali were inside the sleek black car. Once the car door shut, Joseph leaned back, staring straight ahead with an expressionless face. Gawali, seated in the driver’s seat, finally broke the silence, his tone cautious. “Sir, should I contact Interpol immediately? If Ramond is truly involved in your grandfather’s death, we can make him an international fugitive.”“No need,” Joseph interrupted, his tone decisive. “I’ll find him myself. I’ll deal with him personally. No one else is allowed to interfere until I’m satisfied.”Gawali gave a slight nod, understanding it wasn’t the time to argue.Joseph added, “Contact Jacky.”“Tell him to prepare the team. I need them ready for my next orders
The grand mansion was silent, with only the sound of Joseph and Gawali's footsteps echoing against the marble floors.Joseph stepped into the vast living room, its high ceilings adorned with sparkling crystal chandeliers.At the center of the room stood a golden sofa, strikingly prominent amidst the luxurious Persian carpet surrounding it.Joseph’s eyes immediately caught the figure of a woman standing near the large window. Jennifer, draped elegantly in white satin pajamas, stood poised as she gazed out. Her neatly combed hair reflected the faint light from the chandelier, and her face remained expressionless as usual.Joseph exhaled deeply, throwing himself onto the golden sofa with a casual yet calculated demeanor. He crossed one leg over his knee and stared at his mother with a mocking gaze.“So, my mom is still the same as ever,” he said sharply. “will awake when hear commotion.”Jennifer turned slowly, her expression betraying no reaction to his jab. With measured grace, she app