All Chapters of THE SUPREME KING OF WEALTH : Chapter 41
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AMBUSH OF THE SUPREME KING
BANG!!! Another gunshot exploded across the tribal grounds. Panic instantly swallowed the celebration. People screamed and scattered in every direction. Mothers grabbed their children while elders stumbled behind trees in terror. Dust rose heavily into the air as hundreds of tribal people ran for their lives. “Protect the Master!” one of the guards shouted aggressively. The six able-bodied guards immediately surrounded Connor tightly and rushed him down from the podium toward the black SUV. Their rifles pointed outward while their eyes searched the forest violently. Connor remained calm despite the chaos around him. Then suddenly— PSSH! A sharp sniper sound pierced through the air. One of the guards beside Connor froze mid-step. Blood exploded from his neck. His body collapsed heavily to the ground. The crowd screamed louder. “He’s down!” Another sniper shot instantly followed. PSSH! The same guard’s head jerked violently before becoming lifeless.
WHO WALKS IN THE SHADOW?
The two black Tahoe SUVs roared violently through the forest highway, their engines tearing through the silence like beasts escaping from hell. Inside the lead vehicle, tension filled the air. “Faster!” Don Sparrow barked from the front seat. “I said move faster! We are not on a sightseeing trip!” The driver gritted his teeth and pressed harder on the accelerator. “Yes, boss!” The SUV jerked forward with even more force, swallowing the road as trees blurred past the windows. Connor remained seated in the middle seat, calm and unreadable. His stained royal regalia clung to his body, yet his posture did not break. Don Sparrow glanced at him and scoffed. “You still sit like a king even when tied up. Interesting.” One of the assassins laughed softly. “He doesn’t even look scared.” Another leaned closer. “Maybe he still doesn’t understand the situation.” Suddenly— RING… RING… Connor’s phone rang inside his pocket. Don Sparrow’s eyes narrowed immediately. “What's t
GIVE ME BACK MY POSITION!
Don Sparrow stood near Connor, bowing slightly as he watched the entrance. One of the assassins whispered, “Everyone, remain silent.” From the shadows, the figure finally emerged. An old man stepped into the weak light hanging above the warehouse. His body looked fragile, bent slightly forward, but his presence was heavy and commanding. His wrinkled skin carried years of survival and rage. Around his neck hung cowries, worn and sacred, and his ancient tribal regalia carried a bold tiger emblem on his chest. His grey hair fell loosely, and his eyes burned with bitter authority. Connor studied him silently. “So… this is him,” Connor thought. “The mastermind.” Don Sparrow immediately stepped forward and lowered his head slightly. “Lord Kharzek,” he said respectfully. At once, all the assassins raised their heads and lifted their weapons, shouting in unison, “Welcome, Lord Kharzek!”Rifles and sniper guns lifted slightly in salute, their voices echoing through the warehouse like
THE PATRIARCH RECLAIMS HIS THRONE
Connor slowly inhaled, then raised his head fully toward Lord Kharzek. The rifles aimed at him did not shake him. The tension inside the warehouse became so thick that even the assassins seemed afraid to breathe. Connor’s lips finally moved. “I’ve given you back your rightful position.” The moment the words left his mouth, one of the assassins immediately adjusted the recording device in his hand. “Recorded clearly, my lord,” the assassin said quickly. A dark smile spread across Kharzek’s aged face. “That’s good of you, kid.” His eyes narrowed proudly. “Next time, don’t start a battle you can’t finish.” Laughter exploded inside the warehouse. Don Sparrow bent slightly, laughing openly. “Did you hear him? The mighty Connor Wood finally surrendered!” Several assassins mocked him openly. “So this is the great successor?” “He folded too quickly.” “I expected more resistance.” Connor remained silent while the laughter echoed around him. But deep inside, his thoughts were calm.
LORD KHARZEK MEANS BUSINESS
The warehouse felt colder the moment Lord Kharzek mentioned the seven million dollars. The air changed again, heavy and sharp, as if everyone had been waiting for this exact question. Connor sat still, hands now free but surrounded by rifles that were already pointed at him again. Kharzek tilted his head slightly. “Now answer me properly,” he said in a low voice. “The seven million dollars budget you promised every six months… will it now be given to me under your leadership as the Master?” Connor looked at him calmly. There was no panic in his eyes, only a quiet understanding of the pressure around him. Connor simply questioned, “Given?” A short silence followed. Kharzek narrowed his eyes. “Don’t play games with me, kid.” He raised his hand sharply. “Start recording.” One assassin immediately lifted a camera and pointed it at Connor. “Recording started, my lord.” Kharzek stepped closer, his voice turning colder. “Don’t waste my time, answer clearly.” At once, several rifles
READY TO PUBLICLY DECLARE HIS POSITION
The abandoned warehouse door creaked open at dawn, letting in a pale strip of morning light that cut through the darkness where Connor had been left overnight. Dust floated in the air, and the cold silence was quickly broken by heavy footsteps approaching him. Don Sparrow stepped inside first, scanning the broken scene. His eyes landed on Connor, still slumped on the seat, his head tilted to one side, clothes torn and stained, his skin marked with bites and bruises from big rats and insects that had crawled over him throughout the night. Don Sparrow frowned sharply. “Connor! Wake up!” Connor’s eyelids fluttered slowly. His voice came weak and dry. “...morning already?” One of the assassins moved forward. “He’s still alive, my boss.” Don Sparrow clicked his tongue. “Of course he is. He’s not allowed to die yet.” He gestured coldly. “Unchain him. Untie his mouth.” The assassins hesitated for a second, then moved in quickly. The chains unlocked with a sharp click, and the ga
THE FALL OF THE SUPREME KING
The entire tribal land fell into silence as Lord Kharzek stood before the microphone with his chin raised proudly. Then suddenly, his voice thundered across the crowd. “I’VE RECLAIMED MY POSITION BACK!” The people flinched slightly at the force in his tone. Kharzek spread his arms wide like a ruler returning to his kingdom. “I’m now in charge again! This position belongs to me and it will forever belong to my name from generation to generation! Nobody born of man can take it away from my bloodline!” His eyes darkened with pride and obsession. “I’m now the tribal head as before for centuries. I’m back to my default setting.” The crowd instantly erupted into loud applause and forced cheers. “LONG LIVE LORD KHARZEK!” “WELCOME BACK, OUR LORD!” But behind those loud voices was pain. Real pain. Some people clapped while lowering their heads. Others forced smiles while fear hid inside their eyes. “He’s back again…” an old woman thought bitterly. “The suffering we escaped from i
THE COUNCIL OF SILENT PAIN
The atmosphere inside the Tarzan Council Meeting Hall felt heavy enough to suffocate anyone breathing inside it. Ancient tribal symbols were carved deeply into the stone walls while burning torches flickered quietly beside the giant pillars. The five elders were already seated in silence around the ancient tribal-designed table. Nobody spoke freely. Nobody looked relaxed. Elder Zeddicus sat with both hands folded tightly together. His sharp old eyes remained fixed on the entrance. Something about today felt deeply wrong. Then the giant doors opened. Lord Kharzek entered first with his chin raised proudly while Connor followed beside him with a calm expression. Two armed guards walked behind them silently. The elders immediately stood up. “Welcome, Master Wood.” “Welcome, Lord Kharzek.” They bowed respectfully despite the uneasiness hidden beneath their voices. One of the guards stepped forward carefully, bowed to both Connor and Kharzek, then placed a signed documen
WHAT MUST NEVER BE EXPOSED
Then Lord Kharzek finally spoke. “Don’t ever leak the secret of what happened behind the scenes to anyone.” His voice was low, but every word carried deadly pressure. Connor remained seated on the dragon throne without moving. Lord Kharzek narrowed his eyes further. “Unless you want to escalate another battle. And this time…” He leaned closer. “It will surely consume you.” The hall suddenly felt colder. “For peace to reign, just keep quiet. Even if someone questions you, don’t expose anything.” His expression darkened. “I’ve warned you. And warned you for the last time.” Connor said nothing. His fingers rested calmly on the dragon armrest while his cold eyes stared ahead. “Take my words seriously,” Kharzek continued heavily. “Or you perish.” The old ruler slowly straightened his robe. “I’m done here. I’m about to leave.” Connor finally smiled faintly. But the smile carried no warmth. It was cold. Dangerously cold. Lord Kharzek turned around to leave, but Connor’s cal
THE RETURN TO GLENWOOD VILLA
The giant doors of the Tarzan Council Meeting Hall slowly opened again with a deep metallic sound that echoed across the ancient chamber. Torch flames danced against the stone walls as several armed men entered carefully. Their black suits and disciplined movements instantly changed the atmosphere inside the hall. Mr. Davis walked at the front with his usual sharp posture while the guards behind him remained alert. The moment his eyes landed on Connor sitting calmly on the dragon throne, relief flashed across his face. He immediately raised one hand slightly. “Wait outside.” The guards stopped instantly near the entrance without questioning him. Mr. Davis continued forward alone before lowering his head respectfully. “Good day, Master.” Connor stared at him quietly for a moment before speaking. “Hope I told you to send only the guards. So why did you follow suit?” Mr. Davis quickly bowed deeper. “I’m sorry, Master. I really missed you and wanted to follow them.