APOCALYPSE REVENGE: I RULED THE WORLD WITH MY STORAGE SPACE

CHAPTER 6

Quinn walked to his new house.

It was perfect and with the right amount of space.

Since he came back, he had been unable to test the extent of the power he had received.

“A spatial space.” Quinn muttered.

The next moment, he thought about the space and  he blinked, only to appear in the white area again.

“I can access it just by thinking of entering it.” Quinn muttered to himself.

Currently he had nothing with him to test if this space could actually hold items.

Quinn started walking far.

Then he realised that this place was actually bigger than he thought and no matter how he tried to explore it, he just couldn't see the end.

Quinn left the spatial area

He would have Mr. Benson deliver all the goods to this place and then he could load them into the spatial space.

He took out his phone and quickly sent the new address.

Mr. Benson was quick to see the update and reacted to it.

Quinn liked the fact that the windows in this place were actually top notch.

“Okay this would be able to block the effects of the storm.” Quinn muttered.

There was nothing left for him to do at this point.

The wind outside was getting stronger, and the air was getting thicker.

“They must have announced the typhoon already.”

Quinn thought when he looked at the sky.

His phone rang and then he lifted it to his ears.

“Quinn it's me, Harold. I need to talk to you about some plan that Lisa is cooking up against you.”

Quinn smiled, any reasonable person wouldn't be able to tell that this was a trap.

However in his past life, during the apocalypse.

Harold had used this same method against him and he had been ambushed by stronger men who had robbed him of his supplies.

“I'd be on my way, Harold. Just send me the location and I'd be sure to compensate you well.”  Quinn said, ensuring to drag out the last statement.

On the other side of the phone, Harold's ears had perked up.

To think he would be satisfied twice from this plan was something he had not considered.

He quickly texted the address to Quinn and then to the men he had arranged to meet up.

Quinn walked to the kitchen in the penthouse and he looked at the knives that were already in place.

“This would be better. I don't plan to kill them.”

The only reason Harold had won in his ambush was because Quinn had been taken by surprise.

Now it was going to be the other way around.

Quinn picked a knife and just then, he received a message.

“This fool.” Quinn chuckled to himself.

It was the exact place Harold had chosen in his last life.

He brandished the knife and placed it into his back pocket, pulling down the back of his clothes to hide the gleaming blade.

Quinn went out of his apartment but then he thought about something.

“I should get a car.” He said to himself.

Hailing a taxi, he took the ride to the closest car dealership shop.

The ride was swift and in no time, Quinn walked into a building.

“Hey, I'm sorry but you can't just waltz into this place.” Someone stopped him before he could even walk towards a car.

“What do you mean?” Quinn furrowed his brows.

“Please stay away from the car, I don't want to have them re cleaned again.” The salesman frowned, taking a clean look at Quinn's dressing.

It was obvious this customer was just here to waste his time.

“I want to get a car. Something heavy like a jeep but also fast.” Quinn tried to speak to the man but he was simply ignored.

“We don't sell cars to people like you?” The salesman was utterly rude, and it made Quinn even more annoyed.

The only reason he had come to this place was because his grandfather had some shares in this company.

“Is this how rude you behave to your customers?” Quinn frowned his face.

Wasn't someone like this going to ruin the place for the company? Why was he still being kept?

The salesman chuckled, “I know a customer when I see one and it's obvious you are just here to waste my time, especially with that kind of dressing.” The salesman groaned.

This man was being stubborn.

“If you don't leave here, you'd make other customers afraid and I'd have to call the security.”

“That's a bold claim.” Quinn's eyes darkened, “I demand to speak to your manager.”

However, the salesman couldn't even be bothered.

He ignored Quinn and just went on his way.

Quinn took out his phone.

He would have to find out who was in charge of this company.

How dare they allow their biggest shareholder to be treated in such a manner?

“Good day, Carl. You are the financial officer that attended to me the other day.” Quinn said as soon as the line connected.

Carl instantly sat up on his seat when he heard the familiar voice, “Mr. Quinn Flintshire. The process will be completed tomorrow. We have received a lot of buyers for your properties too.”

Carl informed him with a smile, hoping the man would be pleased.

Quinn nodded, once he got the hands on the money, he would be able to move to bigger things.

“I'd like to contact the manager in charge of the Domino Car Dealership.”

“Is there a problem, Mr. Flintshire?” Carl said, with a brow raised.

Quinn smiled, “There's nothing much. I just need to deal with a pest.”

“Okay Sir. If you are there, I'd let the manager know and I'd also forward his contacts to you.”

“Thank you, please hurry up. I barely have time.”

Quinn said, with his eyes fixed on the rude salesman, who was now currently talking to other customers.

The number was forwarded to Quinn's phone, and in a quick moment, Quinn was able to connect to the manager.

Having been used to ridicule, Quinn had no problem, but the annoying thing was that his time was being wasted.

And that was something he couldn't tolerate.

“Good day Mr. Flintshire, I was informed that you needed my assistance.” The manager's voice was heard.

But it was too late to appease an already annoyed Quinn Flintshire.

“If you don't want to lose your job, I'd advise that you come to the lowest floor and see the behaviour of the people you hire.”