"Am I the only one lost?" a woman whispered, her eyes darting between the n.
"Did he just call himself the Boss of Electroplus Enterprises?" a man beside her murmured, skepticism etched on his face.
"Wait, isn’t that Master Christopher?" another voice chid in, confusion thick in its tone.
"Yes! That’s his brother, Young Master Adonis! But why is he claiming to be the boss of Electroplus Enterprises?" the first woman asked, her brow furrowed.
"Maybe he’s just talking big," a cynical voice suggested, dismissing the claim.
Christopher, standing amidst the bewildered crowd, raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusent flickering in his eyes. ’These people are truly short-sighted. Can’t I be the founder and boss of Electroplus Enterprises?’ he thought, a sigh escaping his lips. He turned towards the exit, his composure unwavering.
"Let’s go," he stated, his voice calm and decisive.
Adonis and Advika exchanged a glance, a silent question passing between them, before they quickly followed Christopher out of the building.
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[Inside the Lexus.]
Christopher turned to Adonis and Advika, his expression calm. "I know you two have questions, so let explain," he began, his gaze steady.
Adonis turned to face his brother, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism in his eyes, while Advika turned her head, her expression a blend of confusion and anticipation.
Christopher pulled out his phone, his fingers moving with practiced ease, dialing a number and placing it on speaker. The voice that echoed from the speaker was instantly recognizable.
"Who is this?" Michael’s voice resonated through the car.
Adonis’ eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features. Advika’s eyes darted between the phone and the two brothers, her mind struggling to reconcile the scene before her.
"Mich... How have you been doing?" Christopher asked, his voice laced with a gentle warmth.
A brief silence hung in the air, followed by an explosion of excitent.
"Boss!!! Are you the one?!"
Michael’s voice bood from the speaker.
"Who else? How is the company going, and what about your family?" Christopher inquired, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Don’t worry, Boss, everyone is good! Chaya is missing you," Michael replied.
"Chaya, how is she doing?" Christopher asked, his smile widening.
Chaya, who was Michael’s eldest daughter, a Tar of exceptional talent and beauty, which even rivaling Advika’s.
’She was just fifteen when I last saw her... By now, she would be eighteen,’ he mused.
"Boss! Chaya’s eighteenth birthday is coming up next month... You must co," Michael insisted, his voice filled with anticipation.
"Okay, okay, okay... Tell about the company, any trouble?" Christopher asked, shifting the conversation to business.
"Well... Nothing we can’t handle, and with the other companies in your na, we aren’t low on cooperations... But Boss, a company known as Star Group wants to cooperate with us. They are offering a project worth hundreds of billions, a new phone."
Adonis blinked in surprise, his gaze darting to Advika before returning to the phone.
"You can take care of it," Christopher stated calmly.
"Okay, Boss, but there is one problem," Michael replied, his tone shifting to a more serious note.
"What is that?" Christopher asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Well... I was calling you, but your phone wasn’t going through. I didn’t know you got a new line... Ahem. The thing is, we need your signature to approve such a big project... As the vice, I don’t have the right to sign."
"You don’t expect to fly to Avalon, right?" Christopher asked, a hint of amusent in his voice.
"Hmm... Boss, where are you?" Michael asked, his voice laced with confusion.
"Cordelia."
"Then it’s settled!" Michael exclaid, his tone filled with relief.
"What is settled?" Christopher asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I have a business trip in Cordelia. We can et and sign the docunt. Oh! Chaya will be coming too... We heard the three top academies are competing, we can watch it together!" Michael said, his excitent palpable.
"Uh? When are you coming?" Christopher asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Well... We will move in two days, and arrive on the third."
"Okay... When you land, call this number," Christopher instructed.
"Okay, Boss," Michael replied.
Christopher nodded and disconnected the call, turning to the two people who were staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and confusion.
"Do you believe now?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of amusent.
Adonis turned his head towards the road, starting the Lexus and driving away, his expression unreadable.
’You think I can be so easily fooled?’ he thought, his mind racing. ’My brother might have hired soone to play this act... Well, I will wait. It’s only two days. As much as I want to spread this news, I need to confirm it first.’
’I don’t know Christopher is such a liar... I almost fell for it... Well, I am now his secretary, I should bear with it. Besides, by employing , I don’t have to look for side jobs to take care of my family and Dad’s illness,’ Advika thought, her gaze fixed on her lap. ’I will give Mum the fifty million. It will help for a long ti, maybe a year... Yeah, I should do that.’
"What are you thinking about?" Christopher asked, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Nothing, just my dad," Advika replied, her voice low.
Christopher nodded, his gaze shifting to the passing scenery. ’Your father’s survival rests on how fast you can take over the goddess spirit within you,’ he thought, his expression serious.
"Where to, Brother?" Adonis asked, his eyes fixed on the road.
"To Advika’s ho," Christopher replied, his voice calm.
’Ho? We are staying in his villa, and he called it my ho... What is he planning?’ Advika wondered, her gaze fixed on Christopher’s side-profile, a small frown creasing her brow.
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[Hidden Laboratory Base in Avalon.]
"Brother!! You must help !!!" Lincoln cried, rushing towards his brother and falling to his knees.
The middle-aged man with a bald head and red eyes turned his gaze from the huge tubes before him to his younger brother and nephew, his expression cold.
"I don’t know you could be so foolish," he stated, his voice laced with disdain. He turned his gaze back to the tubes, staring at the five naked Guardians suspended within, clearly unconscious.
"Uncle! It wasn’t our fault!" Leon yelled, also on his knees, his voice filled with desperation.
"Not your fault?!" the man exclaid, turning to the father and son, his eyes blazing with anger.
"When Christopher revealed your secret, why did you lie? You should have just apologized, and the case would have been closed, or even acted ignorant!"
He turned to Lincoln.
"And you! When your son did sothing so foolish! Why didn’t you go and calm down the scene?! Instead, you jumped in, thinking you were invincible, even going against the three families?! Do you think if the three unite against you, you will win?!"
"But..." Lincoln stamred, his face paling.
"But I have you. You are the leader of the Golden Organization!" he said, looking up at his elder brother, his voice filled with pleading.
"I was the leader," the man corrected, his voice flat.
"Huh?" Lincoln and Leon exclaid in unison, their expressions filled with confusion.
The man sighed, walking towards a sofa and sitting down, his gaze fixed on Lincoln and Leon. "The Supre Tar killed and destroyed my organization! You know that, right?!"
"But... But you survived, Uncle!" Leon stated, his voice filled with disbelief.
"I did... Only because of the new Boss... We are here not just for the Supre Tar but to rule the three major cities... The Boss’ plan is to rule the world!" he declared, his voice filled with admiration.
Lincoln and Leon exchanged a glance before turning back to him. "Uncle Dracula... Who is this Boss?" Leon asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
"You aren’t qualified to know that," Dracula replied, his voice dismissive.
"Okay... Then who is this Christopher! Having two Divine-stage beasts! He isn’t just a student," Lincoln stated, his voice filled with suspicion.
"That Christopher is the Supre Tar," Dracula revealed, his voice laced with a hint of malice.
"What?!!!" Lincoln and Leon exclaid in horror.
"I thought the Supre Tar was dead?!!" Lincoln yelled, his voice filled with terror.
"He is dead, but ca back as Christopher," Dracula explained, his voice calm.
"This... So we angered a Supre level and survived?" Leon asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
BAM!
"You are a fool!" Dracula exclaid, smashing his fist on the sofa’s hand rest.
"You survived?!! If I didn’t send Spirit?! Would you be here?!!!" He sighed. "Now you lost all your beasts and even beca useless."
"This..." Lincoln clenched his fists, looking up at his elder brother. "Brother! I want revenge! I want to see Christopher die with my own eyes!!" he hissed.
"That won’t be easy... Christopher is a Supre level and also has not one but three Divine-stage beasts... We need to tread carefully. Besides, you two are useless. If you really want revenge... You have to work with us, completely."
"I will," Lincoln affird, his voice filled with determination.
"Yes, Uncle!!" Leon echoed, his voice filled with resolve.
"Okay then," Dracula stated, clapping his hands.
BAM!
Lincoln and Leon turned towards the door, seeing Death-flas and Earth-fist walking in.
"Brother... What are we going to do exactly?" Lincoln asked, turning to Dracula.
The two n stopped behind Lincoln and Leon, injecting a purple liquid into their necks. Instantly, they collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.
"Don’t worry, you will make good soldiers. With highly advanced soldiers... You will be able to take down a Legendary-stage Beast without Life force," Dracula smirked, adding, "Take them away... And put them in the tubes."
Death-flas and Earth-fist nodded, picking up Lincoln and Leon and walking deeper into the laboratory.
’Supre Tam... What am I saying?’ Dracula chuckled. ’Christopher Valhalla... I don’t know what you did to the Boss, but get ready... You think I am still the Boss of the Golden Organization... Dream on. When the Boss arrives, you will know Divine-stage beasts are useless,’ he thought, pulling out his phone.
"Well... I asked for peace so my super soldiers’ process wouldn’t be interrupted, but that doesn’t an I won’t ask others to kill you."
He entered a website, "Skull."
Dracula looked at the red skull on his phone, and tapped enter.
"Kill Christopher Valhalla, first son of the Valhalla family... Mission reward: one billion dollars," he muttered, sending the mission.
"Hehehehe... We will see how you survive, with both international assassins and Tars on your neck... I don’t even have to raise a hand," he said with a sinister grin.
"No matter what happens, Christopher must die, then we can easily get our hands on the Fire Goddess."
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