Lucas Webb explained while marveling. Hearing this, Justin quickly turned his head away to hide his awkwardness. How was he going to explain this if they dug deeper? It would be so embarrassing! But Mr. Webb was shameless enough to reveal everything on the spot - he told the two of them Justin was the source of these products, and listed all the businesses under Justin's management that he had investigated. Seeing how excitedly he spilled the beans, Justin wanted to faint. Now he realized this guy was a complete traitor, willing to pit people to their deaths without remorse."Oh, so these products are made by your company? How on earth did you manage to develop such amazing beauty products? It's truly unbelievable." Justin started spewing nonsense off the top of his head, still not daring to reveal the System's existence. But his story was half true, half fabricated, just believable enough.Lucas Webb's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He slapped the table and said, "Brilliant! Just
As a result, Lucas Webb found himself increasingly displeased with Adrian Webb, feeling like he was in serious need of a beating.Right then, Mr. Webb happened to want to go out and play. The unlucky child had charged right into the barrel of a gun. Before he even finished speaking, Lucas Webb chased him back with a torrent of berating."You useless brat, all you do every day is spend my money gallivanting around. Starting today, you're not allowed to go anywhere, stay home and focus your mind. Also, from tomorrow you'll start learning from me how to manage the business and commerce. I'm not long for this world, when I pass everything will go to you. You need to learn how to manage things, or you'll never amount t
"Justin my boy, if you think anything of me, stay the night. My son is out cavorting, so you can have his room. I'd love to chat more about this game - I've studied chess my whole life yet you best me with ease. Please, make yourself at home.""Uncle, that's too kind, really. I can just get a hotel.""Nonsense! Now that you've come to my home, I couldn't let you stay in some hotel. Why, the media might portray it poorly come morning. Rest here tonight - if anything is lacking just say the word. I'll do my best to oblige. Now, if you have certain 'urges' there's little I can do - the missus is home,
Justin shook his head - an ordinary case of civic duty. With his skills, the rescue was easy. No need for thanks. As Justin strolled on, dismissing the matter, several men in black suits and sunglasses blocked his path, emerging from a BMW. "Mr. Wilson? Come with us please - our employer requests your presence."Justin frowned. "And who might he be? I don't just come and go at anyone's beck and call. If he wants to extend an invite, I'll need a name and status before considering it.""All will be clear if you come along."Justin scoffed. Such cloak and dagger techniques hardly inspired enthusiasm. He strode past them without a glance."Sir, our employer said we may use force if required. While regrettable, please don't make this difficult."Justin smirked. "My my, is that how your boss makes friends? I'm not interested. You're welcome to try something if you insist."Exchanging glances, the men closed in, cracking knuckles menacingly. "I'd rethink this if I were you. I'm not one t
"You must be Mr. Wilson. As expected, your youth belies your reputation," one of the middle-aged men said - John Lee, Alex's father and head of the Lee family. Beside him was Kevin Green, head of the Green family. These two were famous figures in Metropolis Central who could shake the city with a stomp of their foot. Yet here they were, gathered in this compound and even bringing their sons to give Justin face. Justin smiled coldly. Seeing a stone table and benches set up in the yard, he sauntered over, brushed off some dust, and sat down casually. Alex Lee and David Green were incensed seeing this, but were stopped by their fathers as they moved to act."That's right, it's me. What's this about? If you have business with me, you should be laying out a banquet, not gathering a crowd to stare at me. This isn't how you treat a guest." Justin was utterly fearless.John Lee's expression darkened, though as someone who hid his anger well, not like his useless shouting son. But a silent d
Justin reached under the table and pulled out a Gatling gun, its rows of menacing barrels leaving the young masters pale and unsteady, barely holding their pistols. My God, was that magic? How did he get a huge Gatling gun in here, and produce it from under the table? Was there a secret passage? No, they had sat at the table too with nothing odd. So how did it become this heavy weapon? Were they seeing ghosts?No matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't figure out it was the System's doing. Justin had collected Gatling gun fragments long ago and assembled them in his warehouse. He knew bringing it out meant no peace, but with no one to disturb them today, it was a chance to finally indulge his desire to mow things down with a Gatling gun. How could he pass up this opportunity? "What are you doing? Don't act rashly! I'm warning you, murder is a crime punishable by death. You're still young with your whole life ahead. Don't do anything crazy!"The elders were also panic
Of course, we painstakingly built up these groups from nothing, so they are like our own children, far better than these worthless sons of ours. That is why we humbly ask you to take these rotten boys in exchange for our companies.""Tiger fathers devour not their cubs, yet you'd readily offer up your sons for your companies. Such ruthlessness is unparalleled indeed," Justin remarked."You jest, sir. There is no feud between our families. This mess stems solely from these wretches offending you. So let them shoulder the consequences, as is only right. Without this lesson, they will never grow up." The two fathers were determined to sell out their own sons."Very well, seeing your utmost sincerity, I shall reluctantly accept your apology. But some debts remain between these young masters and I. Fortunately, as their fathers, you're both here today. Why don't we settle this so no lingering grudges remain? I have a poor memory and tend to forget past grievances, after all."Hearing this
"Mr. Lee, there's no need to fear me so. I don't bite. I know you bought this car for Mr. Green, but now he's given it to me. I've come to collect what's mine. Surely you won't go back on your word? I despise people who don't honor promises. Also, I tend to lash out when displeased. I'll break out odd contraptions - who knows, I might blow this place up! That would be unfortunate."Just look at what he's saying! Could John Lee not be afraid? Try to imagine, if someone came to your door with a bunch of heavy weapons, demanding you give them a car - not just any car, but that specific one - and threatening to blow your mansion to pieces if you don't comply. Could you take that? Of course not. So now he was furiously scolding his son. The boy usually didn't apply himself in his studies, instead spending his days street racing. And now look at the fine mess he'd landed them in, nearly costing his old man's life! A good-for-nothing brat like this was worse than useless. He'd be better o