All Chapters of The Sovereign Auditor: World Liquidation.: Chapter 11
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22 chapters
Chapter 11: The Price of Survival
The black arrow was buried deep in the wood of the tenement wall, the carbon-fiber shaft vibrating so fast it was a blur. The crimson silk attached to it fluttered in the cold night wind, a bloody tongue mocking me.I didn't blink. I looked at the countdown burning in my retinas.[05:41:12...]Five hours and change. Five hours until the Iron Fist Sect came to collect my head.Old Lu moved fast for a man who had been a drunk ten minutes ago. He darted forward for a pile of scrap metal near the trash fire, his hands closing around a rusted three-foot metal pipe. He swung it once, testing the weight. The air whistled."They’re early," Lu growled. He didn't look like a strategist. He looked like a cornered wolf. "That arrow is a ranging shot. They're watching us from the skyline. Master, get behind the stairs. I’ll hold the throat of the alley."I didn't move. I just watched the arrow. "Put the pipe down, Lu.""You don't understand," Lu snapped, his eyes darting to the dark rooftops. "Th
Chapter 12: Paying Off the Executioners
The matte-black blades sang as they cleared their sheaths. Ten arcs of cold steel, reflecting the dying embers of the trash fire."Don't move, Han Sen," Old Lu’s voice hissed from the shadows. "Look at the leader. Third vertebra. He’s favoring his left hip; he’s got a bad pivot. The one on your right? He’s heavy on his heels. If he lunges, let him fall."I didn't adjust my stance. I just stood there, hands in my pockets. "I hear you, Lu.""The three in the back," Lu continued, his voice tight with calculated intensity. "They’re holding their breath and they’re the support. They’ll wait for you to commit, then they’ll gut you from the side. Don't commit, keep them guessing."The lead assassin laughed, a low, grating sound behind his red silk mask. "Guessing? There’s no guessing here, old man. There’s only the sound of a neck snapping. You think a drunk and a janitor can read the Iron Fist?""I'm not a janitor anymore," I said, my voice flat. "And Lu isn't just a drunk.""You're a dead
Chapter 13: A Change in Management
The silence in the courtyard stayed heavy for three seconds. Then, a soft clatter broke it. One of the men in the back opened his hand. His curved blade hit the concrete with a dull clang, then another blade fell and then another. Within thirty seconds, all ten weapons were lying in the mud. The assassins just stood there, staring at me. Their shoulders had gone slack. Their aggressive stances were completely gone. They looked at me like I was a god of wealth.The leader took a slow breath. He reached up, untied the red silk from his face, and tossed it to the ground. He looked about thirty. He had a long scar running down his jaw, and his skin was pale from sweat. He dropped both knees onto the wet floor."My name is Song Lin," he said. His voice was thick. "The Iron Fist Sect pays us pennies, they treat us like stray dogs. You saved my mother. My life belongs to you now."I looked down at him. I kept my hands in my pockets. "Get up." Song Lin didn't move right away. "Master Han, t
Chapter 14: Evicting the Corrupt
The tires of our car squeaked against the wet asphalt outside the hospital. I didn't wait for Old Lu to turn off the engine. I slammed the door and walked inside. Lu hurried right behind me, his cheap shoes squeaking on the tiled floors. We hit the elevator. The button for the eighth floor felt greasy under my thumb. The elevator rose slowly, the metal cables rattling inside the shaft. When the doors opened, the corridor was a mess. Three uniform guards were already wheeling my sister's metal bed out of her private suite. Yue lay there, her face white, her eyes closed. Her IV stand was wobbling on its loose wheels."Stop right there," I said. The guards stopped. Director Sun stood behind them, wiping his forehead with a damp tissue. His white coat was unbuttoned, showing a shirt stained with sweat."Mr. Han," Sun stammered, stepping forward. His hands were shaking. "You're here. Look, you have to understand. I have no choice.""Move her back inside," I said. "I can't," Sun said, hi
Chapter 15: The Bio-Gen Discovery
Two security guards grabbed Director Sun by his arms. He kicked his feet, but his slippery black shoes couldn't get a grip on the floor. They dragged him straight down the corridor toward the service elevator."You can't do this!" Sun yelled. "I've worked here for twelve years!"Nobody answered him. The hospital staff stood by the nursing station, keeping their heads down. The new security team I bought didn't say a word either. They just threw him into the elevator and slammed the metal gate shut.I walked back into the luxury suite. Old Lu was already shifting Yue's pillows. We moved her bed back into the corner, right next to the monitoring equipment, her breathing was steady. The digital screen showed her heart rate was sixty-two beats per minute."Is she safe now?" Lu asked, dropping his hands. "For now," I said. "Lock the door."Lu walked over and turned the heavy brass deadbolt, it clicked into place. Then he sat down at the small wooden table in the corner, pulling his scratch
Chapter 16: The Auditor Group is Born
The next morning came too fast. I sat in a booth at a cheap diner three blocks away from the hospital. The plastic seat was cracked, the tape fixing it scratching against my trousers and the table was sticky from old syrup.Old Lu sat across from me. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his collar was wrinkled. He didn't look at his coffee. Instead, he slid a thick stack of white registration papers across the table. The top page had an official corporate stamp on it, still wet with blue ink."It's done," Lu said. He took a small sip of his black coffee and grimaced. "The registry office opened at seven, I paid the rush fee."I looked down at the documents. "The name?""The Auditor Group," Lu said. He tapped the paper with a blunt finger. "Registered as a global investment conglomerate. We have the legal right to short assets, buy debt, and execute hostile takeovers now. We are an official entity.""Good," I said. "It's not good yet," Lu said. He pulled his tablet out and placed i
Chapter 17: Shorting the Beast
The digital numbers kept moving in the corner of my vision. Forty-eight hours, the clock was running down. I had exactly forty-eight hours to destroy Bio-Gen Corporation, or the system would take my life as the final payment.We were back in the small warehouse room we rented. The table was made of wood, covered in dust and grease. Old Lu rubbed his face with his bare hand, his fingers leaving streaks on his dry skin. He checked the screen of his tablet."The opening bell just rang," Lu said. He tapped the red button on the plastic frame. "The market is open. Bio-Gen is trading at ninety-two dollars a share.""Dump the positions," I said. "Are you sure?" Lu asked. His thumb stayed right above the glass. "Once we execute, there is no stopping. Two billion dollars is our whole capital.""Dump it," I said. "Yes," Lu said. He pressed his thumb down hard.The Auditor Group's short positions hit the market servers instantly. A massive block of twelve million shares was offered for sale. On
Chapter 18: The Elder’s Pride
The concrete on the roof was cracked. I stood near the edge, my fingers gripping the rusted iron railing. The metal left orange flakes of rust on my skin, that I didn't care about. I held my phone in my left hand, watching the trading screen. The Bio-Gen stock index was a straight line downward. It was at twelve dollars now. It had started the morning at ninety-two. "The short is hitting them hard," I muttered.Suddenly, a loud crack split the air behind me. The gravel on the roof scattered. I turned around slowly, keeping my phone in my hand. A man stood near the brick access shed. He wore traditional gray robes made of heavy silk and the hem of his robe was dusty, but his leather boots looked brand new. His hair was completely white, tied back with a leather cord. He looked about sixty, but his chest was broad. This was Elder Ma of the Iron Fist Sect."Han Sen?" Elder Ma asked. He took a slow step forward, his boots crunching on the loose gravel. "The rat who thinks he can buy th
Chapter 19: The Fall of Bio-Gen
Elder Ma gasped for air, he was a mortal old man once again. He sprawled on the concrete, his trembling hands scraping against the rough gravel of the tenement roof. His gray silk robes were completely wet from a dirty puddle of rain water. He wiped a fresh line of blood from his cracked lips and looked up at my leather boots."Zhao Tian," Ma wheezed. His voice was thin, shaky, and completely broken. "Zhao Tian sent me here. He told me to kill you today, he told me to bring your head back to the main tower before sundown.""I know," I said. "He's desperate," Ma muttered, his head dropping back down against the wet floorboards of the roof. "The family assets are frozen and he has no options left. He is losing everything."I didn't answer him, I pulled my old smartphone out of my jacket pocket. The digital clock on the system interface showed the forty-eight-hour deadline was hitting right now. The time on the screen read exactly four o'clock in the afternoon. The afternoon market bel
Chapter 20: The Trash Returns
Zhao Ming looked up from the dirt. His nose was bleeding fast, the drops of blood hitting the loose gravel between his fingers. He wiped his mouth with his torn sleeve, squinting through the dim light of the tenement courtyard. He expected to see a rival CEO. He expected to see an old billionaire or a foreign investor who had bought out his family's company.Instead, he saw me, he saw my old jacket. He saw the former errand boy he had stepped on at the hotel last week."You?" Zhao Ming gasped. His voice was high and thin. He shook his head back and forth, his face twisting up. "No, no, this is wrong. You're the delivery kid. You're the trash from the lobby.""I am Han Sen," I said. "You're a front," Zhao Ming screamed, his fingers digging deeper into the mud at my feet. He looked around the yard at Song Lin and the other nine men, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "He's a front! Who is backing you? Is it the Lin family? Is it the Murongs? Tell me who paid you to do this! A piece of garba