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Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 70 A Nuclear Attack
The heavy silence in the room was broken only by the low hum of the air conditioning as Austin leaned over the polished table. His fingers drummed absently, but his eyes were sharp, focused on the large screen in front of him, flashing the latest intelligence reports.The atmosphere in the Blake family headquarters had shifted in the last few days, and Austin could feel it—something was coming."Another one, huh?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. He didn’t need to look up to know that James was standing at the door, arms crossed, eyes trained on him like a sentry. James had always been good at reading the room, and Austin trusted him to stay on top of the business. "Yeah. They sent a missile this time," James replied, his tone tight, controlled. "A nuclear warhead, if we’re to believe the reports from the radar system."Austin’s lips curled into a tight smile, though there was no humor in it. "And we stopped it?""Yeah," James said, stepping closer, "but not before
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 71 Public Support
Two weeks had passed since the Titans launched their missile, the one that nearly decimated a portion of the Blake family’s territory with its nuclear payload. The world was still reeling from the attack, but what nobody expected was Austin Blake’s response—or rather, his lack of one.The Blake family didn’t retaliate. There were no bombings, no threats of war, no immediate bloodshed. Instead, Austin did something most would call foolish: he played the long game. He opened up the family’s resources to the public, to the victims of the missile attack. People who had lost their homes, their livelihoods, or even their lives in the blast zone, were given compensation. Not just monetary handouts, but real support. Rebuilding efforts, aid, housing, and medical help were dispatched swiftly and with precision. It was the kind of response no one expected from the powerful mafia leader. It was the kind of response that made the public start to look at Austin Blake in a different light.And
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 72 Manager Tom's Warning
The office was heavy with tension. The sound of Alice’s heels echoed across the hard tile as she stood there, staring down at Manager Tom, her daughter beside her, looking far too calm for the situation. Tom was red in the face, hands planted on the desk, a thin sheen of sweat gathering on his brow. He looked like he was about to pop a vein.“Are you crazy?” Tom’s voice was low but seething with anger. He leaned across the desk, glaring at Alice and her daughter. His eyes were hard, burning with a mix of disbelief and fear. “You want me to do what?” He repeated, his voice gaining strength as his frustration boiled over. “You want me to write an article about Austin—tell the world he used to work here as some pauper? Really?”Alice didn’t flinch. She had her game face on, the same cold, calculated expression that had gotten her through every deal, every scheme in the years she had spent in the underworld. But even she could see the rage in Tom’s eyes. This wasn’t going to be easy.“
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 73 Make Them Disappear
The training room reeked of sweat and determination. Austin stretched his neck, the crack of his joints echoing off the walls. His muscles ached, but it was the kind of pain he thrived on—proof of progress. The cultivation had been grueling, but the surge of energy coursing through him told him it was worth every second. Fifth stage, and he could feel the power clawing to the surface. The world felt smaller somehow, almost laughably insignificant, and he liked it that way.He grabbed a towel, wiped his face, and made his way upstairs. The staff had already prepared his meal, the aroma wafting through the sprawling estate. Austin ate in silence, his mind already shifting gears to the day ahead. The food was a formality; the real fuel was the power he’d accumulated in that room.The meeting with the refinery delegates was quick and efficient, just the way Austin liked things. He didn’t care much for pleasantries, and neither did they. They presented numbers, discussed strategies for e
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 74 Into Tech Space
James adjusted his tie, the silk knot smooth and precise, a small detail in the grand machinery he and Austin operated. The man had been at Austin’s side for years, climbing through the ranks of the Blake family to become his most trusted aide. They’d come a long way, but today was something different—something monumental.“Everything is finalized,” James said, his voice steady as he slid a thick folder onto Austin’s desk. “We now own controlling shares in four of the five major tech conglomerates globally. The fifth…” He hesitated, knowing what Austin’s response would be.Austin didn’t bother looking up from the tablet he was reading. “What about the fifth?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, a warning for James to tread carefully.“They refused, sir. Their CEO thinks he’s untouchable. Claims he has the support of the Council and the Titans.” James watched Austin closely, waiting for his reaction.Austin chuckled, setting the tablet down and leaning back in his chair.
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 75 Removing A Traitor
Austin sat at the head of the long, polished table in a chamber beneath the Blake family estate. The room was filled with power. Each person here represented influence—political, financial, or physical. Together, they were the Shadow Council, a rising force meant to challenge the Big Five.Senator Hayes leaned back in his chair, watching the discussion with the sharp eyes of a predator. King Tade, silent and brooding, radiated a quiet authority from his end of the table. Shanks, ever the cynic, tapped his fingers against the wood, his expression skeptical.Austin stood, his calm gaze sweeping across them. “We have made progress. The Moroni convoy was just the start. The Big Five are vulnerable, but we must move carefully. One wrong step, and this council could fall apart.”Shanks snorted. “Careful? That’s not exactly a winning strategy, Blake. The Big Five didn’t get to the top by playing nice.”“They also didn’t get there by underestimating their opponents,” Austin countered smoothly
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 76 Manager Tom's Escape
Manager Tom sat in his office, staring at the framed photograph on his desk. It was a relic of a simpler time when his biggest concern had been balancing the books or dealing with an unruly courier. Now, his hands shook as he reached for the glass of whiskey by his side. The news of Alice and Lana’s sudden disappearances had been all over the underground grapevine. He didn’t need to be a genius to figure out who was behind it. Austin Blake. Tom wiped the sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand. He had barely slept since the news broke. The idea of Austin’s shadow looming over him, even indirectly, was enough to keep him awake at night. It wasn’t guilt—not entirely. Tom had seen plenty of people fall by the wayside in his line of work. But this? This was different. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair. His mind raced with possibilities. Run? Hide? Apologize? None of it felt like a safe option. The decision became clearer as the days passed. Tom couldn’t
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 77 Evans Embarrassed
Evans stood on the balcony overlooking the grand ballroom. The chandeliers cast a warm glow over the sea of attendees, all dressed to the nines, sipping expensive champagne, and pretending they cared about charity. He hated every single one of them. “Smile, boss,” Paul said from behind him, handing him a fresh drink. “The cameras are watching.” Evans turned, forcing his lips into a tight grin. His face felt like it would crack. “They’re watching, alright,” he muttered, downing the whiskey in one swig. “But this isn’t for them. This is for the board.” Paul smirked. “The upper echelons breathing down your neck again?” “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Evans said, his voice low. He leaned on the railing, his knuckles white against the dark wood. “They think I’ve lost control. Think I’m reckless. But they were all there when we greenlit the missile, weren’t they?” Paul nodded. “Hypocrites, the lot of them. But this? This charity stunt will smooth things over.” Evans scoffed. “If on
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100 Gone
The room was heavy with tension. The air thick, as if the walls themselves could sense the finality of what was about to unfold. Austin stood at the center of the secret basement, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the people who had stood by him, helped him build this empire. The Blake family Elders, Senator Hayes, Farhan, and the others—his closest allies—were all gathered, eyes filled with something more than just respect.It was the weight of a journey, a history, and an unspoken understanding that this chapter was closing."Well, it’s time," Austin said, his voice calm but edged with determination. His words hung in the air for a moment before they sank into the hearts of those around him. Farhan stood beside him, arms crossed, his usual bravado replaced with a quiet, contemplative air. The years had changed them both. They had grown older, more thoughtful, more burdened by the responsibilities they’d carried for so long. Yet their connection remained unshaken. The bond of
99 Old Buddies
The whiskey glass in Austin's hand was half empty, the amber liquid swirling around as he tapped his fingers lightly against the rim. His mind, sharp as ever, wasn't focused on the business of the day. Instead, it was on the conversation that had been simmering in his mind for weeks now. Across from him sat Farhan Maleq and James, two of the few men who had stuck by him through thick and thin, who had seen him rise and fall, and now, who were part of the very foundation he had built. They weren’t just allies anymore; they were family.Farhan leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on Austin. The years had changed him, just as they had changed Austin, but there was a familiarity in the air. It was the kind of silence you could only share with people who had seen you at your worst and still stuck around. The weight of the world they’d carried together was too much for just words to explain.James, ever the quiet one, was staring into his glass, eyes unfocused but filled with a k
98 New Lives
The room buzzed with quiet murmurs and soft laughter, a stark contrast to the bloody chaos of just a few years ago. The grand hall of the Blake estate was draped in gold and white, the colors of celebration and unity. Every corner of the room radiated opulence, a testament to the new world order that Austin had built with his iron will. Emma sat in an intricately carved chair at the center of the stage, her face glowing with a mixture of pride and exhaustion. The twins lay in her arms, swaddled in soft fabrics that probably cost more than the average person’s yearly salary. Austin stood next to her, his towering frame exuding authority even as his gaze softened every time it flickered to the babies. The crowd of global elites, Mafia heads, and influential dignitaries stood below, glasses raised in celebration. Farhan, representing the El Maleq, stepped forward to speak. “To the future of our world,” he began, his voice smooth and commanding. “And to the two children who symbol
97 A New World
Austin sat at the head of the table, his presence alone silencing the murmurs that rippled through the room. Representatives from the El Maleq family, the Shadow Council, and other former Mafia factions filled the massive conference hall. Farhan stood to his right, his gaze sharp and unreadable, while Senator Hayes leaned back in his chair, his face set in an expression of calm calculation. "This isn’t a negotiation," Austin said, his voice low but carrying. "This is a reality check. The days of fractured territories and petty rivalries are over. From now on, the Blake family is at the center, and I lead the world. Anyone who can’t live with that is free to leave—preferably without causing a scene." Farhan smirked slightly, but his eyes scanned the room for any signs of dissent. The silence was heavy, the weight of Austin’s words pressing down on everyone present. Senator Hayes finally spoke, his voice measured. "No one’s questioning your power, Austin. But centralizing everyth
96 Dealing With Aftermath
Austin sat at the edge of a conference table in the Blake family’s main office. The room was packed with faces that wore varying levels of exhaustion and wariness, but none could deny the determination etched into their features. Farhan leaned back in his chair, flipping a pen between his fingers, while Emma sat opposite Austin, scanning through a list of proposed actions. “The loot from the war,” Emma began, her tone sharp and deliberate, “is more than enough to compensate every major city affected by the fighting. But if we’re not careful, this could spiral into another power struggle.” Austin exhaled slowly, his hands resting on the table. “No more power struggles,” he said firmly. “We’ve had enough bloodshed. The loot is going to rebuild, educate, and unite. Anyone who tries to hoard it or weaponize it is going to wish they hadn’t.” Farhan chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “You’re asking wolves to stop hunting, mate. They’ll need more than a warning.” “They’ll ge
95 Revolutionary
The war was over, but the silence it left in its wake was deafening. Cities that had been battlegrounds now bore the scars of Austin’s conquest: shattered buildings, scorched earth, and a populace weary of the bloodshed. Yet amidst the rubble, a new world was being forged. Austin had no intention of letting the old order crawl back from the ashes. The grand hall of the Blake family’s headquarters buzzed with activity. Delegates from the former Mafia factions sat stiffly around the long table, their postures wary. Some still bore the bruises and cuts from their recent battles, their pride as battered as their bodies. Austin entered without ceremony, his presence demanding silence. Dressed in a sharp black suit, his gaze swept over the room. He didn’t need to speak for the tension to settle like a weight on everyone’s shoulders. “We’ve spent decades clawing at each other’s throats,” he began, his voice sharp, cutting through the room. “For what? Territory? Power? Pride? And where
94 Above the Ninth Stage
Austin moved through the battlefield like a force of nature, his movements precise and terrifying. His fists cracked the air with raw power, sending shockwaves that obliterated anything in their path. The thirteen ninth-stage cultivators encircled him, their Qi radiating like a blazing inferno, but there was no fear in his eyes. Only rage. The ground beneath his feet split apart as he surged forward, faster than their eyes could follow. His first strike hit the closest cultivator square in the chest. Bones shattered audibly, the man’s body folding in on itself before he was hurled across the field like a broken doll. The others hesitated for only a second before launching their counterattack. Qi blasts illuminated the battlefield, the air heavy with energy so potent it made the surrounding soldiers—cultivators and non-cultivators alike—falter. But Austin didn’t flinch. ---“Come on!” he roared, his voice booming like thunder. His figure blurred as he leapt into the fray, weaving
93 Revelation
The hospital room was deathly quiet. The faint hum of machines barely masked the steady tick of the wall clock. Lady Katerina lay on the hospital bed, her face pale but serene. The bandages on her chest hid the severity of the wound, but Austin knew better. He stood at her bedside, his broad shoulders rigid, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You asked to see me,” he said, his voice low, rough. He didn’t look at her face; he couldn’t. The woman who had been a pillar of strength for the Blake family now looked so fragile, her breaths shallow and strained. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her lips curved in a faint smile. “It’s time.” “Don’t say that,” he snapped, his tone harsher than intended. He turned to her finally, his eyes blazing with frustration and something deeper. “You’ll pull through. You always do.” Katerina’s smile widened, though it cost her. The pain etched in her features was evident. “Always so stubborn, Austin. But this... this is differ
92 Ambush
The battlefield was finally quiet, save for the groans of the wounded and the distant crackle of dying Qi flames. Victory hung heavy in the air, bitter and costly. Austin stood among the carnage, his blade still in hand, blood dripping onto the scorched earth. His chest heaved as he looked around, the faces of his allies weary but triumphant.“We did it,” Farhan said, his voice cutting through the haze. He clutched his side, blood seeping between his fingers, but his grin was defiant. “They’re finished. Their ninth-stage are gone. We’ve crushed them.”Austin nodded, his jaw tight. “This was just the beginning.”The words barely left his mouth when a piercing scream shattered the fragile calm. His head snapped toward the source, his heart dropping into his stomach. It was Katerina.---Lady Katerina stood at the command post, her focus on relaying orders to secure the retreating enemy lines. She barely saw the shadow until it was too late. A sharp pain exploded in her chest, and she st
