Finally Leon outperformed the arena and successfully won the challenge from Sean. He got out of the car and waved his arms, showing Leon's smiling face grinning at his victory against Sean. All the spectators applauded and cheered Leon. They didn't expect that a country man could beat Sean."I didn't expect Sean to lose to a country boy? That's embarrassing, right?" Said a spectator."You're right, Mr. Sean can't meet us, he'll be so embarrassed that he'll cover his face." "Hahaha" said the audience laughing at him, it became a joke of the audience who supported him or hated him."Wouldn't his title as defending champion be gone now, defeated by that country boy, it's really embarrassing for Mr. Sean.Hearing the chatter of the audience Leon just smiled slightly, "He will finally get his reward" Leon said. But for Sean who lost the challenge it was emotional, he got out and compared the doors of his Lamborghini. He recalled that this was a nightmare for him and muttered in annoyanc

*"NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!"** Sean shrieked, his voice shrill. An attack of 60% in less than two minutes? This was total annihilation, a tactic only used by the financial gods in Wilten Hill.He glared at Leon. The village man looked relaxed, as if he was enjoying the evening scenery, not destroying a family conglomeration. Those eyes, now, were no longer innocent. They were the eyes of the grim reaper.“Is this your doing?!” Sean almost crawled toward Leon, his arrogant tone replaced by disgusting fear.“Whose else would it be, Mr. Sean?” Leon answered. “The business world is cruel, especially for those who are too confident and rely on the big names of their superiors. You underestimated me too much.”Sean was trembling, his hands frantically trying to dial Anomali Wilson’s number. Only Wilson could ask Mr. Whangzou to stop the rampage on the stock exchange. However, every call to Anomali, or Mr. Whangzou's own number, was rerouted to a busy tone, as if the lifeline was deliberately

The call cut off abruptly. Sean stared at his phone, then at the evaporating drink in front of him. His lips thinned. "It's been too long since I was back in this cesspit," he muttered. A new weight now pressed upon his shoulders, yet a sliver of hope glimmered within the surrounding darkness.He downed the strong liquor in one gulp. The sharp fluid scorched his throat, leaving a bitter aftertaste that perfectly matched his defeat. The coldness seeped deep into his stomach, seemingly filling the void he’d felt. The indifferent bartender continued cleaning the bar with an empty look. The smoke grew thicker, but Sean barely noticed. He stood, exited the bar, and headed toward the meeting point. A light drizzle began wetting the city, clinging to his cheeks like tears he couldn't shed.The old warehouse in the East District had long been notorious as Dion Walker’s primary underground operation base. Sean, who had occasionally visited for questionable business transactions, knew the area

The corner of Dion Walker's lips curved up. The smile was cold, cynical, and full of ill intent, as if a demonic laugh had been reborn in this dirty world. It was a promise of chaos, of total annihilation. The dim light created gruesome shadows on his face, further deepening the malevolence emanating from him, an energy that was held in check but would soon be unleashed. Sean's gaze shifted from Dion to the three massive bodyguards. Undoubtedly, they understood their boss’s intentions. The same sinister smiles greeted him from all three."Interesting. I will provide the resources, and you will execute the plan." His voice now sounded calm, almost pleasant, yet with a concealed threat. He reached for a bottle of aged whiskey from the desk drawer, pouring it into two glasses. The scent of alcohol stung, blending with the dust in the air. "Ensure Celine’s products become public garbage. Leave no trace of good reputation behind. Make people believe that Celine’s company is as disgusting a

Leon clenched his jaw. TCE was a common residue from industrial solvents, or the result of a powerful machine cleaner. The level 0.05 ppm might seem insignificant to an ordinary person, but for Leon, who had installed super-sensitive sensors, it was a clear sign of intentional contamination. He knew it. This substance was very difficult to trace when scattered sparsely."Sean... Dion..." Leon hissed. The names felt like slicing knives. He recognized a dirty tactic, a worrying scheme. The timing, coupled with the nature of the substance, made him certain this was no accident, and it had all happened even before this opening event. He realized this was a premeditated and incredibly vicious trap, so brutal it could cripple everything very quickly.He walked through the factory's pristine corridors, his heart filled with blazing but restrained anger. He had to act carefully, as he didn't want anyone to suspect him or entrust Celine solely with managing the factory. Several employees greet