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Chapter 245: This is a Dead End (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: This is a Dead End (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Under the dreary sky, a hazy curtain of rain enveloped the streets.

The elderly man in a long overcoat walked to the shelter of an eave, folded his umbrella, and shook off the droplets.

Directly across from the eave where he stood, a massive screen mounted on a building was broadcasting news about the Dawn City mayoral election.

Since midnight, Dawn City had begun voting for its Mayor, with the most popular candidate being the nonpartisan Christos, who had no significant backing and became the top contender with campaign promises such as healthcare reform.

Watching the man in a suit, brimming with confidence on the television, the elderly man furrowed his brows slightly.

While most of the elderly man’s peers believed this was just another politician out to make money through campaigning, the Elderly had actually looked into this person’s background and seriously studied his behavioral patterns.

If this man were to become the Mayor of Dawn City, it would not be good news for the Consortium.

As the Elderly watched the screen across the street, the door behind him slowly opened, and a young waiter walked out, looking at the elderly man with a smile,

"Elderly, Mr. Yalid has been waiting for a while."

"Hmm."

The Elderly casually handed his umbrella to the waiter and entered the house, hanging his overcoat and hat on a coat rack nearby.

The entire house was eerily quiet, with the flickering fire illuminating the spacious room.

This wasn’t the tavern from the previous night, but the fire seemed the same.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Flock."

Yalid, dressed in silver silk waistcoat and a pristine white shirt underneath, took a simplistic red wine from the cabinet, uncorked the bottle, and carefully poured the liquid into a decanter.

"What did you ask me here for?"

The Elderly sat calmly on the sofa, watching Yalid who was holding the decanter.

"Mr. Flock, as I said, I am good friends with Jamie," Yalid smiled,

"So, I have learned many things about you from Jamie. For instance, how you once miraculously turned several of the Nolanka Group’s production lines from loss to profit with your efficient management, preserving the lifeblood of the Nolanka Group. You’re truly a heroic figure, and the management system you left behind is still in place within the Nolanka Group."

"Jamie really is a fool."

The Elderly leaned back on the sofa with a snort.

Talking recklessly about his family matters to an outsider could hardly be described as anything but foolish.

"But he is your son after all, isn’t he?"

Yalid placed the decanter on the bar and walked over with a smile.

He sat opposite the Elderly. "You are here to protect him now, but what if one day you’re not? Who will protect him then? He has been drawn into the vortex of power, enjoyed wealth and luxury, so naturally, he cannot retire to become an ordinary person..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but he knew the Elderly understood his implication.

"So, you called me here today to say these things?"

The Elderly looked at him with calm eyes.

He was neither angry nor about to storm off but instead quietly observed Yalid.

Like an old yet robust fox watching a lively but frail cub.

"It seems you’ve guessed my purpose, so I’ll speak plainly," Yalid smiled, leaning back on the sofa,

"I wonder, Mr. Flock, what do you think about the position of chairman of the Nolanka Group’s board of directors? Ultimate power can protect your family."

"Sorry, I’m not interested."

Upon hearing Yalid’s words, the Elderly shook his head and slowly got up.

Yalid knew this old fox was not easily fooled. He rose gradually, pressing a switch on his bracelet.

A heavy door opened from the side of a bookshelf, revealing a deep staircase leading downward.

"Would Mr. Flock be interested in coming down to see some ’little toys’?"

Yalid squinted at the Elderly.

"I’m not interested in whatever you’ve stolen from the arsenal."

The Elderly shook his head, turned, and began to walk away.

"Perhaps there are other things that might interest you?"

Yalid laughed.

This Old Geezer has been going around in circles, yet he hasn’t taken a single step forward.

"Oh."

The Elderly watched Yalid closely.

The two shared a knowing smile.

Both men were cunning as foxes and naturally understood each other’s intentions.

Yalid, leading the Elderly, descended the staircase step by step. After passing through a long, dark corridor, they arrived at a spacious and brightly lit underground chamber.

A group of uniformed individuals without any insignia were busily loading up small arms and equipment.

"Actually, we have already purchased this entire building," Yalid calmly explained, "the interior of the building has been connected by us, and once the time is right, these weapons and equipment can be lifted directly from underground to the top floor."

"So, you plan to use these things to attack the City Defense Army’s special squad?"

The Elderly asked calmly.

This statement pointed out two issues with Yalid’s plan.

Firstly, these weapons were not strong enough; breaking through the special squad’s defenses was almost impossible.

Secondly, and more importantly, Yalid had implied last night that the City Defense Army would not intervene, but today they had locked down the entire city and were even protecting He Ao, meaning that the City Defense Army had not sided with them or chosen to overlook the situation but had been playing both sides to maintain balance.

This was tantamount to questioning Yalid’s capabilities.

This serious doubt was the reason why the Elderly had not agreed outright to cooperate with Yalid.

Yalid had not demonstrated his worth.

"These things alone aren’t enough."

Yalid let out a soft laugh, leading the Elderly to a massive metal door at the far end of the basement.

Yalid opened the door using biometric authentication.

As the door slowly opened to the sides, a towering steel-frame shaft appeared before them.

And at the center of this shaft stood a colossal mechanical construct.

"What is this?"

The Elderly’s mouth fell open slightly as he stared blankly at the mechanical construct.

"If Vian dies at its hands," Yalid looked at the Elderly, "Mr. Flock, do you think the City Defense Army will have any other choice?"

"Why are you so determined to kill Vian?"

The Elderly paused for a moment before asking softly.

"Mr. Flock, what Vian is doing now and what he might do in the future involves not only the Nord Consortium and the Nolanka Consortium but also all the Federation’s conglomerates, and even the fate of the entire Federation,"

The huge and exquisite mechanical construct was reflected deeply in Yalid’s pupils, looking eerily cold, "any great fire starts from a tiny spark, so we must extinguish every last spark. Whatever it takes, Vian must die. His position is too special; as long as he lives, he will continue to influence others, affecting the stability of the entire Federation’s order."

"This isn’t my personal opinion," Yalid turned to look at the Elderly beside him, "these were the words of the Chairman of the Board of Directors of our group."

"Are you referring to Mr. Pierpont?" The Elderly’s tone paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the giant mechanical construct, "It seems you have been planning this for a long time, but this device obviously cannot breach the special squad’s defense before reinforcements from the City Defense Army arrive."

"Yes," Yalid sighed softly and then laughed, "but the City Defense Army can only protect Vian’s residence, not guard Vian in person all the time."

"Vian won’t be foolish enough to leave his villa."

The Elderly stated calmly.

"But what if he has no choice but to go out?" Yalid shifted his gaze away from the steel-frame shaft,

"Mr. Flock, that Kyle who killed Vian’s parents has already arrived in Kaye City, and that ’Masked Man Chaos,’ who has recently caused a great commotion in Kaye City, just happens to be Kyle’s ’adopted son’. Do you think that Chaos chose this time to come to Kaye City by coincidence? If he does something,

Mr. Flock, do you think Vian will let the murderer of his parents continue to roam free without punishment?

Although I don’t know how he survived that explosion, the Goddess of Luck does not favor the same fortunate one twice."

Yalid’s gaze was fixed on the Elderly’s face, his lips slowly curling into a cold smile,

"This is a trap with no escape, Mr. Flock. Vian has no other choice."