Mysterious Trillionaire Kingpin

5: Finding the young master

Noah stared at the shattered pieces of the console on the ground.

For a moment, everything around him went still.

The curses from the guards, and the video people were secretly recording with their phones.

None of it mattered, not anymore.

The only thing he could see was the shattered game console, the only thing that reminded him of his parents, even though he had never known them.

The sisters at the orphanage home told him he had it on him when an old man brought him in, with the necklace where his name was engraved around his neck.

Noah was on the silver necklace which the sisters resulted in calling him with.

Aside from these two, there was nothing else that told him who his parents truly were.

The game actually stopped working three years ago, yet Noah wouldn't dispose of it.

Because with it, he could at least feel a sense of belonging.

He pushed away from the guards with renewed strength he didn't know he had and rushed towards it.

His hands trembled as he slowly bent down and picked up the broken pieces. Where the screen should have been, a lone card stared back.

His chest tightened violently. The card must be from his father.

“You should’ve just handed over the money quietly,” one of the guards sneered.

Another laughed. “What kind of grown man treasures a cheap toy like that?”

“Take the money from him!” The manager shouted out of nowhere.

Noah lowered his head for a moment, thinking. Then, something inside him snapped.

The air around him suddenly felt heavier.

The guard closest to him stepped forward again. “Now, hand the money over and we will_”

BAM!

Noah’s fist slammed into the man’s jaw with terrifying force, shutting him up instantly.

The guard spun through the air and crashed into a table, splintering it apart.

Everyone froze, even Noah.

He stared at his own fist in disbelief. How was he able to do that?

The last two guards charged at him furiously but Noah moved instinctively. 

One tried grabbing him from behind but Noah twisted, grabbed the man’s arm, and threw him clean over his shoulder.

CRASH!

The man smashed into a wine shelf.

The last guard swung a baton toward Noah’s head but Noah caught it midair.

The guard’s eyes widened. “What the…”

SNAP!

The metal baton bent inside Noah’s grip like soft plastic.

Silence filled the restaurant. Even the manager turned pale.

Noah's breathing became ragged as strange flashes suddenly appeared in his mind.

A tall man was teaching him how to fight. There was a massive golden emblem.

And a deep voice said. “You are born to stand above everyone.”

The images vanished instantly and Noah staggered backward slightly.

“What did I just do? What was all that?” he muttered, still unable to process what had really happened.

Nobody dared approach him anymore.

The manager swallowed hard before shouting shakily, “Y-You’re insane! Get out of my restaurant!”

Noah clenched the broken game console tightly and ran out.

He stopped outside the restaurant and looked down at the shattered game console in his hands. He gently pulled out the card inside it.

It was a card he was familiar with. At the centre of the card was a king, drawn in the classic mirrored double-ended style, with a sword that points upward while the letter K stood at the top left and bottom right corners.

Confusion clouded Noah's mind. What could this mean? Most importantly, why would it be in the console? Also, what were the images he saw just a few minutes ago?

Could it be related to him? 

Noah didn't remember anything from his past. Could his memory be coming back now?

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Meanwhile, far away in a luxurious black vehicle, the PA, Mike glanced back at an elderly man in a white suit.

Gilbert Chase.

He was a popular private doctor in the whole of Casington.

“The appointment has been set sir and we will...”

A sharp electronic alert suddenly rang out, cutting through what Mike was saying.

Gilbert sat upright, unable to believe what he was hearing. The phone in his hand had never gone off for ten years.

His eyes narrowed toward the glowing phone before him.

A red signal blinked repeatedly on the screen.

IDENTITY CHIP DETECTED.

Gilbert’s breathing became uneven.

After ten years, the chip had finally been activated.

“Young Master…” His voice trembled. “Finally, we've found you. After so long!”

Mike looked confused. “Sir? Is everything alright?”

“Turn around.”Gilbert’s expression became deadly serious.

Mike blinked once, then twice. “Have you changed your mind about attending the party with Mr Philip tomorrow?”

“This has nothing to do with him, just turn around!” Gilbert yelled, almost making Mike jump up “I have an assignment for you.”

Mike bowed slightly and relayed his message to the driver. The driver made a U-turn instantly.

“Alaric Cedric has been found,” he announced.

Shock passed through Mike. “The phone came on?”

He knew about the phone. In fact, almost everyone close to Gilbert knew there was a phone that was not used by him. The phone was specially made for the bigger boss. 

But Gilbert has always carried it around, believing the phone would reactivate at any time. The phone was the only one that could tell them where the big boss was. Gilbert lives in Casington but had to be in Brookhaven for business. Yet, he took the phone with him.

And the identity of the big boss has been unknown for years now.

“So now, you need to trace the signal immediately and find out where he is.”

Mike bowed quickly. “Yes sir!”

He took the phone from him and started to go through it. Within seconds, dozens of encrypted data streams flooded the screen.

“Boss,” Mike started. “The big boss is in the city.”

Gilbert’s pupils contracted. “What! How? The young master is in Brookhaven City? Find out exactly where he is now!”