..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
. . When Mr. Davis led Silas Katz and the rest of the gold card officials to Mark’s office, a collective sense of curiosity was evident on people’s faces. The air was thick with unspoken questions. Why was Silas Katz, a man of such formidable reputation, after Mark? What could have prompted such an unexpected visit? The tension in the department was palpable as all the workers tried to piece together what was happening. None of them could tear their eyes away from Silas Katz, hoping to find some answers in his actions or expressions. When the door to Mark’s office finally swung open, it revealed Landon, Mark, Clarissa, and Cuban inside. But what no one expected—what left everyone completely stunned—was that Silas Katz, the powerful and influential figure they all knew, would bow toward Landon. The sight was shocking, to say the least. Even Clarissa, Mark, and Cuban were left speechless, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing. ‘Why is the all-powerful Silas Katz bowing t
. . Landon’s smile widened as he gazed at the unfortunate trio. “From this day forward, you three are officially fired from Grey Group, and you will be arrested immediately for fraud. Take them away!” When the trio heard Landon’s declaration, it was as if their worst nightmare had come true, manifesting right before their very eyes. The weight of his words crashed down on them, shattering any hope they had left. The company’s security guards, who had already arrived at the scene, wasted no time in following Landon’s orders. They began to drag the trio out of the office, their grip firm and unyielding. However, Clarissa, Mark, and Cuban were not ready to accept their fates so easily. Desperation clawed at them, and they all fell to Landon’s feet, resisting the efforts of the security guards who were trying to take them away. “Landon, please! I know I did you wrong, but please, find it in your heart to forgive me,” Clarissa pleaded, her voice choked with tears as they streamed down
. . Just as a figurative bazooka struck within the department of Grey Group, another exploded throughout the entire region of Autumnvale. The shockwaves reverberated far and wide, unsettling everyone from the highest echelons of society to the common folk on the streets. After the humiliating defeat of George Anderson and the complete decimation of the Megatron military base, a powerful institution once considered indomitable, the citizens of Autumnvale began to question the true strength of the Anderson family. The Andersons had long been one of the most feared and respected families in the entire region. One of the main reasons for this fear was George Anderson himself, the patriarch of the family, who was renowned as a peak Divine Slayer Martial Artist—a title that struck fear into the hearts of many. To add to his fearsome reputation, George also commanded Megatron, a military base that was not only well-equipped with advanced weaponry, including war tanks, but also housed a for
..The Anderson Residence.The Anderson residence appeared as serene and orderly as it did on any regular day. The guards were stationed diligently at their designated posts, ever watchful, and the maids were busily engaged in their daily chores. Everything was calm and peaceful—until a loud, urgent scream echoed from the main gate."Open the main gate! Sir Hendrix has just returned!"The announcement, made with a booming voice, sent shockwaves through the estate. Every servant and guard froze momentarily, their bodies tensing as the weight of the proclamation settled in. Not a single one of them had failed to hear of Sir Hendrix’s glorious and monumental feat in battle. They were all acutely aware of his overwhelming power, and none of them dared to show even a hint of disrespect. With someone of Sir Hendrix’s caliber, maintaining perfect behavior was the only option. The last thing any of them wanted was to incur his wrath.The guards quickly assembled, forming a line at attention
. . "Dad," Hendrix said with a confident grin, "this Landon must be incredibly strong. I can’t wait to face him in battle." Just as Hendrix let out those words in excitement, his attention was suddenly seized by a booming voice that echoed through the room. The sound was so powerful that everyone in the room heard it clearly, and along with it came the overwhelming sensation of a very strong and formidable aura. “Greetings, citizens of Autumnvale, and citizens of the entire world! I am Golden Zeus, a messenger sent here by the Martial Arts Alliance to inform the world that the Deadly Path to the South will commence right here in Autumnvale in seven days!" The moment Hendrix, Carolyn, and George heard the proclamation, their expressions all changed dramatically. It was as if the weight of the message sank into each of them at once, altering the atmosphere in the room. A wide, almost predatory smile spread across Hendrix’s face as he absorbed the announcement. “Looks like I'll be