Heaven Domain (Iwan Cliff)

Chapter 64 A Shock to Cleveque City

Chapter 64 A Shock to Cleveque City

Triston's eyes flashed with coldness. The reason why he came here with Blake was to stall Charles and the others by keeping them staying at City Hall to avoid them making trouble outside.

Charles gradually calmed down because of the advice from his teacher who promoted him from a nobody to his current position. He believed in his teacher's foresight. Besides, Charles also knew the one who was able to destroy almost all the factories of Morgan Group overnight must be too powerful to be dealt with by him as only a head of department in Cleveque City. But such a loss wasn't what he wished for as a leader of Cleveque City for so many years.

Thinking of this, Charles sighed deeply and said with mixed feelings, "I'm sorry, Mr. Walken and Mr. Piper. But please make allowances for me since I'm the leader of the city and all I want is a better future for it. As the most influential company in Cleveque City, Morgan Group plays a vital role, so I'm afraid such a change in the leadership will give rise to negative influences."

"Well, Morgan Group ... Morgan Group ... Jason Morgan," Blake sneered with contempt, as a way of showing his contempt for Jason.

Charles frowned as he looked at Blake in confusion. "Mr. Piper, what's wrong? Do you have a point to make?"

Blake wiped his sneer off, gave a meaningful look at Charles, and then said slowly in a deep voice, "Mr. Crawford, have you forgotten something? Or do you need me to remind you of it? Do you believe Morgan Group was established by such a bastard as Jason Morgan? It's so ridiculous."

Then Blake didn't say anything else and he just kept sneering, looking at Charles as if he was a fool, his aura ascending, as well as Triston's to permeate the air in the room.

"What did you say? Wait ... what do you mean? But didn't that person who established the group die long ago? Besides, Jason was also injured in the process of rescuing him. Wait a second. Mr. Piper, do you mean the one behind you is that person?" At this moment, Charles was greatly shocked because he had heard of this legendary figure in Cleveque City seven years ago before he rose to the head of City Hall. This figure established Morgan Group as a part-time job during his sophomore year and expanded this small business into a public company, which earned him a reputation as a businessman of genius in Cleveque City's business circles. At that time, almost all the tycoons in this city had great expectations of him. But on the verge of his graduation and Morgan Group's going public, he was hunted and killed in rivers.

"Mr. Crawford, don't comment on nor probe into it since this is about someone who you and even your superiors can't afford to offend. Otherwise, you'll be just asking for trouble," Triston said meaningfully as he lowered his head, playing with the teacup in his hands. As for Blake, he was sneering at Triston's side.

Hearing his words, Charles was astounded and hurriedly nodded, thinking he would be relieved if it was that legendary figure who came back to take over Morgan Group. In that case, this company would definitely be soon restored to its former glory and even be more powerful even if it was in a terrible condition. After all, he was the real owner of Morgan Group.

From what Charles heard, he believed there must be something else going on behind that accident and it was likely to be Jason who stabbed that figure in the back.

At this time, Charles fell silent, as well as the others present in the big conference room. All of them put down their phones, as a way of not interfering in this matter anymore.

At the same time, a similar story happened in the Waldorf family's meeting hall in Cleveque City which contained nearly all the tycoons in the business circles of this city, as well as Lucas from

Southpool City, Dawson and Eden from Pasoland City. As outsiders, the three of them showed no fear while confronting those tycoons.

As the lord of the Waldorf family, Bob Waldorf was seated at the head of the table and frowned deeply as he looked at the three of them seriously, asking, "Mr. Mond, Mr. Gill, and Mr. Addison, on behalf of Cleveque City's business circles, I'm asking you if you're related to what happened to Morgan Group last night. Besides, are you aiming at only Morgan Group or the Cleveque City's business circles?" As soon as he finished speaking, all the tycoons fixed their eyes on the three of them.

Seated at the end of the table, Lucas took a sip of tea casually before smiling faintly and replying, "Mr. Waldorf and the other counterparts in Cleveque City, please don't worry. We promise to only aim at Morgan Group and not to involve any other companies."

Hearing his words, Carl Bass, another lord of the Bass family asked, "Then how can you convince us that what you said is for real?"

When Carl finished speaking, the hall was instantly shrouded in a heavy silence. Everyone shared the same worry as Carl since there was no guarantee that the three of them and the force behind them would do something to other companies.

Smiling, Lucas kept silent. At this time, Dawson looked up, saying, "Well, do you think Morgan Group isn't enough for us and we're aiming at the whole business circles in Cleveque City?"

Hearing that, all the tycoons present were shocked at their ambition. It turned out that they not only aimed at Morgan Group but also the other companies. What greedy and ambitious they were. More importantly, it was far from talk since they had made their move so decisively.

As those tycoons' expressions kept changing, Eden directly sneered, "Enough already! Everyone, don't go too far! I'm not as easy-going as Mr. Mond and Mr. Gill, so let's cut the crap. I'm telling you

one thing. We're only aiming at Morgan Group and you can come to its rescue if you want. We're discussing it with you, but you don't appreciate it and instead, you're suspicious of our motives. We've shown enough respect for you! No one is allowed to delay our master's plan, or you'll be our next target!"

As Eden spoke, he lifted his sword and chopped the table. Then he looked at Bob who was frowning at him with a gloomy face, sneering, "You're the lord of the Waldorf family, right? Don't be mad. I don't mean you're a good-for-nothing." He glanced around the hall and said coldly with contempt, "Listen, in my eyes, all of you present are good-for-nothings. You can choose to confront us. But we have nothing to fear!"

When he finished speaking, all the tycoons were instantly boiling with rage, staring at Eden who looked back at them coldly with the sword in his hands. But a while later, these tycoons dropped their gaze, including Bob and Carl since they didn't dare to make an enemy of the formidable force behind Eden, Dawson, and Lucas. Besides, they learned that Triston and Blake had blocked the exit of City Hall.

Much later on, Bob sighed deeply and said to Eden, "Come on, Mr. Addison, stop your old game of bluff by threatening us with a sword. On behalf of Cleveque City's business circles, I promise not to interfere in your move targeted at Morgan Group."

"Good, Bob. This is the answer I want. If you had said so earlier, a lot of trouble should have been saved." Eden grunted smugly and then looked at Dawson and Lucas, saying, "Look, as I said, only the carrot and stick is the best way to deal with such difficult guys. Your friendly negotiation is just a waste of time."

Lucas just looked at Eden with a smile without any comment while Dawson found what he did so embarrassing and was rather ashamed of Eden who made such a scene in Cleveque City. Hearing Eden's words, Dawson lowered his head to pretend he didn't know him at all.

Bob also laughed it off before breathing deeply and looking at Lucas, saying slowly, "Mr. Mond, could you do us a favor by introducing us to that legendary figure when he stops by Cleveque City in the future?"

Lucas picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and nodded with a smile. "Of course. I'll be glad to offer any help as long as you cooperate this time. I can convey your request to my master, but I'm not sure whether he'll see you. It's up to him. To put it bluntly, you're just nobodies in my master's eyes although you're elites in Cleveque City."

Bob, Carl, and the others were all shocked at what he said. They believed that Lucas wouldn't bother to tell such a lie, so it meant that the force behind Lucas was indeed formidable.

But Bob still didn't give up and tried to sound Lucas out once again by pretending to say to him worriedly, "Thanks, Mr. Mond. But I have to remind you of the existence of Max White who has tens of thousands of soldiers working for him to guard Cleveque City for many years as God of War. Even if City Hall and we don't interfere in your move, you will still get into possible trouble once Max is in your way. So are you sure you don't have to remind your master of it?"

When Bob finished speaking, Lucas just stared at him silently and contemptuously with a sneer on his face and so did Dawson and Eden, thinking Bob was too arrogant to know that a God of War didn't deserve to be Iwan's rival at all.

Almost at the same time, inside the building of Cleveque City's Military Headquarters in the suburbs, a powerhouse on the level of God of War who was 187cm tall and of sturdy build, was boiling with rage, standing up slowly with a gloomy face. It was Max White, the God of War guarding Cleveque City.

Not long ago, he got a call from City Hall and Patrol Department who asked him for help. Since the whole city was in flames overnight and shrouded in thick smoke. he couldn't stand it any longer. His eyes flashing with a murderous look, Max snorted, "What a bold provocation and what a ridiculous

ambition of attempting to annex Morgan Group! How dare those idiots make trouble in Cleveque City in my territory without my permission? Since they're asking for trouble, I'll teach them a lesson."

When he finished speaking, he headed outside to lead his soldiers to crush the riot. But just as he stepped out of the door, a sword which was several inches long was suddenly directed at him. Max's expression instantly changed because the aura of God of War emitted by the sword seemed to be even stronger than his.

Without any weapons in his hands, Max immediately stepped back for several inches until he kept the sword at a distance. Subsequently, a powerhouse with an overwhelming air of God of War walked through the door opposite him slowly, holding a long sword. It was Josh Piper, God of War of the Central Region.

"Josh! Are you crazy? How can you direct your sword at me?" Max instantly got angry upon recognizing it was Josh, his friend. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

But at the moment, Josh was expressionless and icy, with a murderous look in his eyes. He held the sword and fixed his eyes on Max, saying in a deep voice, "Don't move! Just stay here, or I'll kill you!"

Max stared back at him in disbelief, opened his mouth, and shouted to the outside, "Is there anyone outside? Come in! Josh Piper, stop daydreaming about getting your way in my territory!"

But he got no response. Much later on, just as Max was about to snarl again, a nervous voice came from outside. "Mr. White, we ... we can get inside since we've been surrounded."

At this time, on the training ground outside the building gathered tens of thousands of soldiers from Cleveque City's Military Headquarters. They were surrounded by thousands of tanks and military vehicles which arrived at some point. Hundreds of armed helicopters hovering over the base of Military Headquarters were targeting them.

As Max looked out of the window at the sight outside, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat that dripped down his cheek and soaked the clothes on his back in an instant.