. . Landon found himself forcibly taken away by the masked men, leaving both Clarissa and Cuban behind. This alone confirmed to him that the unfamiliar masked men were specifically after him. They were not there to kill him, but rather to abduct him. This made Landon wonder what business he had with these masked men—or more accurately, who was behind this abduction and what their intentions were. He knew that if he wanted to, he could have easily resisted the armed men, but doing so wouldn't help him uncover the identity of whoever was in charge. It was clear that whoever sent these masked men wanted him alive, so it made more sense to go along with them for now and meet this mysterious person face-to-face. Otherwise, they might continue sending even stronger forces to deal with him. As Landon sat in the van, his face was covered with a bag. Despite the situation, he didn’t feel particularly threatened, so he decided to take this opportunity to catch a short nap until they reached t
. . When George saw that Landon remained unfazed by his threats and continued to move towards the exit of the building, his frustration boiled over. In a voice filled with authority, he barked orders to his men in military uniforms, "Put him down! Break his legs if you have to!" At once, the soldiers who had been standing at attention sprang into action upon hearing George's command. In an instant, six highly trained men, each a peak God-level martial artist and seasoned in combat, pounced on Landon like panthers on their prey. "Get lost," Landon muttered lazily, but with a casual swipe of his hand, he sent all six military men flying in different directions within the building. They crashed into the walls and pillars, the force of their impacts causing the structure to collapse in on itself, burying everyone under the rubble. The sheer destruction was a testament to the devastating power of a battle between martial artists at the God level. The once-proud building was now reduce
. . Landon vanished from sight in an instant, disappearing before everyone’s eyes. Then, cries of pain began to fill the air as soldiers fell one by one, their lives snuffed out in quick succession. Gunshots echoed through the battlefield, desperate attempts to bring down the blur moving among the ranks of military soldiers. However, the continued fall of soldiers proved that their efforts to hit Landon were failing miserably. The sounds of agony and explosions reverberated repeatedly, but only the military soldiers lost their lives in the chaos. Before George’s stunned eyes, his entire force was decimated within thirty minutes, leaving him as the last soldier standing in the entirety of the Megatron military base. "You…" George stammered, his words caught in his throat as he stared at Landon, who stood before him with hands drenched in blood. In that moment, Landon appeared more like a demon sent from the depths of hell. Landon’s cold gaze fixed on George. "It’s just you and me n
. . Martins was in his study, deeply engrossed in a book, when the door to his study burst open without warning. The abrupt intrusion startled him, and he looked up to see his daughter, Ashley, standing there, her face flushed with urgency. “Dad! Something big has happened!” Ashley exclaimed, her voice matching the intensity of her expression. “Calm down, Ashley. What’s the matter?” Martins frowned, his face creased with curiosity as he tried to guess what news could be so important that it would cause Ashley to rush into his study without even knocking. “George Anderson and the Megatron base have fallen!” Ashley announced, her words hanging heavily in the air. “What do you mean?” Martins asked, unable to fully grasp the enormity of what she was saying. “Someone infiltrated the Megatron military base and defeated all one million soldiers stationed there, including George Anderson himself. He didn’t just defeat George; he crippled him,” Ashley reported, her voice carrying the wei
. . Martins arrived at the Anderson residence, and as he approached, he couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between George’s estate and his own. While Martins was undoubtedly wealthy and powerful, the Anderson estate was on an entirely different level—a true paradise compared to his own luxurious home. Although both men were rich and influential, George had far surpassed him in terms of power and status. As Martins reached the entrance of the grand house, he was abruptly stopped by the guards stationed at the door. “Wait here. We need to get permission from General George before you can enter,” the head guard stated firmly, showing no regard for the fact that he was speaking to someone as esteemed as Martins. Martins, however, didn’t argue. He understood that the guards were simply following strict security protocols. With the news spreading that George had been crippled, it was only natural that his security would be on high alert. George undoubtedly had many enemies who
..The following day dawned, bringing with it the aftermath of the shocking news about George Anderson's downfall. The information spread like wildfire, igniting a whirlwind of reactions from everyone who heard it. Rumors, whispers, and speculations filled the air, as people across the city responded to the dramatic turn of events in their own ways.Despite the ongoing buzz surrounding George's fall, life continued, and people had their own pressing matters to attend to. Even though the news was on everyone’s lips, other issues demanded attention as well."There’s a huge problem, Mark!" Cuban burst into Mark’s office, his face pale with fear and anxiety."What’s going on?" Mark asked, alarmed by Cuban’s disheveled appearance and obvious distress."It’s about Acquisition Inc! We’re doomed!" Cuban exclaimed, his voice quivering with panic.Mark, seemingly unfazed by Cuban’s outburst, calmly walked over to the window of his office and closed it. He then moved towards the door, intending
. . Inside Mark’s office, the atmosphere was tense. Mark, Clarissa, and Cuban had effectively abandoned their work today, focusing all their attention on resolving the pressing issue at hand. It would have been foolish for them to return to their regular tasks when such a critical matter remained unresolved. After all, if they didn’t take care of this situation, their future freedom would be at stake—this was not something they could ignore or take lightly. Their plan was simple: wait for Landon to arrive so they could blackmail him into signing the necessary papers. The stakes were high, but both Mark and Cuban were excited when they first heard Clarissa’s idea. The logic behind it was flawless in their eyes—if Clarissa’s plan worked and they succeeded in forcing Landon to sign the documents, Landon would take the fall for their crimes, and they would be free from any consequences. It would be like killing two birds with one stone. Not only would they eliminate Landon as a threat,
. . The commotion in the cubicle space began when a group of five recognizable figures stepped into the hallway of the investment department. One figure, in particular, caught everyone’s attention—someone they all recognized all too well. “Look! It’s Silas Katz!” one of the workers exclaimed in a hushed whisper. “And that’s William Zimmerman too!” another voice chimed in, equally shocked. “My goodness, what are they all doing here?” someone else muttered, bewilderment evident in their tone. The workers’ faces were a mix of surprise, curiosity, and confusion. These figures were not just any employees of Grey Group; they were all Gold Card officials, individuals with significant influence and authority within the company. Silas Katz, in particular, was rumored to be a Black Card official—a title shrouded in mystery and power, and he was standing before them in the flesh. The very presence of these officials was enough to capture the attention of the entire department. Those who had