THE COUNTERACT: A Man Unrivalled.

"Mr Reed, I bring urgent news !" The voice came through the speaker and it was relatively urgent.

Reed Redford was a man in his mid twenties.

His handset glued to his ears.

However his well built chest was revealed and meticulously defined. It wasn't too muscular nor too small, but just the right proportion. It was the epitome of a body that looks slim in the clothes but muscular when shirtless.

His gaze became tensed and unsteady, yet is facial identity remained unknown, giving off the feelings of majesty.

Reed felt something was not right and asked," Tell me what it's , Marcus? I don't have all day."

His expression relatively calm.

His facial imagery reflected through the glass wall and his identity was partially released.

Marcus on the other end, trembled slightly upon listening to Reed's words and quickly explained in a fast detailing pace.

"It's the old man of the Harrison. I got news, he was poisoned, and he is in critical condition as we speak."

"What.." Reed eyes suddenly went wide in shock and anger after listening to Marcus explanation.

It had to be said, that! When it came to the matters regarding the Old man of the Harrison , Reed was always vulnerable and extremely attentive, which was the course of the undeniable fact.

His entire being trembled violently and an oppressive aura was unleashed.

His face not only darken, but was also filled with extreme killing intent.

At that moment , he seemed like a complete different person.

And upon closer look, his hands trembled mechanically and his fist was tightly clenched.

The air around him freeze and everything seemed to be frozen as if time itself had stopped.

One fist of his, emitted Red flames, like that of the flames of hell, while the other exuded an air of icy aura that seemed to come from the lake of death itself.

This two negative and positive energy were like two different world of contradictory clarification, that if not suppressed on time could bring unimaginable disaster to any obstacles on their path.

Reed after a moment of impulse and assimilating the news, retrieved his anger.

He slowly released his fist.

The two oppressive energy dissipated as he calmly asked,"Tell me! How's the current situation?"

This!

Marcus was conflicted and quickly explained,"I'm afraid it's not that promising. It's like whoever orchestrated this, really vent on taking the Patriarchs life at all cost!"

"If this continues, I fear.."Marcus voice trailed off on the line.

Obviously Marcus himself doesn't want to imagine what would happen thereafter.

"However, although I'm not sure who the perpetrator was. I do believe their network is highly influence by a powerful background even I can't dig into!"

"You mean someone in the higher society was involve in this scandal! is that what you mean?" Reed said with anger palpable on his face, yet his voice seemed to be calm on the surface.

Marcus furrowed his brows and said in fear of angering Reed, his hands which held the phone trembled" I think that's the case, Mr Reed. There are possibilities of other involvement, more beyond what we see on the surface. Their methods and tactics are just too cleanly shady and untraceable. I'm afraid that was the case, Mr Reed."

""Someone dares to touch my benefactor. Then aren't they seeking untimely death!" Reed grinned.

And his glary face was demonic.

He was certain of one thing.

He would get to the root of the situation and blood shall be spilled.

He calmly sat back into the lone couch which was facing the floor to ceiling window walls.

"Now listen to what I'm about to say"

Reed gave certain instructions, while through out the whole process, Marcus payed extreme level of attention. He was also very cautious not to missed a single word.

At times Marcus only had to nod, while at other situation, gave a one or two comments.

"Okay you know what to do!"

"Yes, yes. " He responded with extreme caution of making any mistake.

Reed directly hanged up the phone.

And walked over to the floor to ceiling window.

A young lady in black leather wears and two crossed shielt sword at the back suddenly appeared beside him and bow respectfully,

"Lord, What are your orders?"

Reed reflection paved way to an unparalleled dragon.

And his aura was unleashed with the demeanor of an ancient being.

...

Meanwhile at a Residential villa , in an office like space framed with shelves of books, a man slowly placed his phone down on the table before him.

This person was non other than Marcus Aurelius. The one who was just on phone with Reed.

His forehead which had just cooled down from an intense heat derived far from fear was filled of hot sweat.

Even his hands was recked of his own sweat, and unconsciously trembled violently from fear.

He sigh heavily and relax his muscles a bit, yet the tensity of fear in his body couldn't be completely subdued.

"Luckily he didn't blame me. Otherwise, only heavens knows what would have become the fate of my entire family."

There was no faking it!

The pressure Reed presence gave him over the phone was so immense and frightening that hot sweat broke through his cold body.

If words were to get out about this, he would be seriously laughed at.

Only him knew just how terrifying Reed's identity was.

He suddenly thought of something, and his hands trembled even more. "He, he, he's truly terrifying.."

He quickly scrambled for his phone, dialed a stored number, " Mr Shawn, this is Marcus Aurelius speaking."

"Mr Marcus.." The other person was startled and at both time excited.

"What a pleasant surprise, I was just thinking about finding you to personally apologize for the other day."

The other person tone was extremely respectful.

"Are you free! I need you to do something for me?"

"Whatever Mr Marcus want, just say it and it'll be done?"

"It's not convenient over the phone, why not meet at the Centurion Dynamo?"

This..

Mr Shawn was excited.

"Of course, of course I'll be heading there right away." He quickly responded with an exciting tone.

Marcus hanged up directly and looked satisfied.

"This wouldn't do, I need to contact home, otherwise if something were to go wrong, Mr Reed wouldn't be pleased with me. I only hope he could carried this task flawlessly." He thought and quickly took his phone and dialled on a number, titled; Ronald Reagan Foxx.

...

Meanwhile on Reed side, He smiled and his presence held a superior aura that clouded the entire space.

Outside, in the sunny sky, thunder flickered.

" Now that my seclusion is over. It's high time I step out and find those park of wolves."

"Lord do you need me to go with you, just say the word and I'll have our forces find those ignorant fool's." The menacing lady spoke with a fierce tone.

"I know you are willing to prove yourself. But this things, I must personally see through."

"You, take care of things here and see to it nothing out of the book goes wrong. I'll descend the mountains, if there is something that proves difficult! You know how to reach me!"

Mylene, bowed and acknowledge Reed.

"Yes Lord."

"Hmm.. " Reed sigh and his aura spread, swaying the air around him beautifully.