TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

Another encounter with thugs

“Is anything the matter?” Freya asked, her warm voice tinged with concern.

He smiled calmly at her, “no, I just remembered we have something to do.”

His system notification had instructed him to acquire a plot of land that was close to Fintech company and also gave him five hundred million dollars to do so.

He was stunned, but he just maintained his composure and smiled. If not, his body itched him to jump and scream in the air.

However, he took his wife to his company to get the contract.

While they were driving, she finally asked him the ome question that had been bothering her ever since they left.

“Lucas, how were you able to beat those men alone?” Her blue eyes locked on to his, prying into his mind, searching for an answer she wouldn't get in that empty mind of his.

“Uhm, you know, I just… I mean, I've been taking martial arts classes, so…” he smiled sheepishly. He was such a bad lier and she knew, she just stopped pushing because after all, she now had a fighting tiger as a husband and besides, he did save the day, so…

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Back at the company, while Derek prepared the document, his mouth itched him to talk. Lucas noticed it too and rolled his eyes at him – a quiet warning not to reveal anything yet about him to his wife as he didn't want her to know.

Derek scratched his head with the pen and trembled with the contract in hand as he handed it over to Freya.

Everything was done and they left. He escorted her back to the Parker's corporation. She would have asked him to leave but she was proud about her husband's strength and even wanted him to follow her to anywhere she went.

When they showed them the contract, they couldn't believe their eyes. At first,they felt it was a fake, because how on earth did they just get the contract so easily?

“I have to confirm this…” the secretary groaned.

“Take your time.”

The two jolly couples just chuckled softly at how he x-rayed the document with his spectacles, turning it to different angles and finally showed it to others who confirmed it was authentic.

Later, he brought it back with remorse.

“It's authentic. I'm sorry for the inconvenience,” he bowed.

“It's alright. Shall we?”

The secretary escorted them to the manager’s office where she was made the assistant manager.

However, the evil growls they made at her showed they still had evil intentions towards her, but they dared not try anything funny as Lucas would have beaten the living hell off them. They studied his towering presence and intimidating size and kept a distance. He had a strong aura that was felt by all.

Thereafter, when everything was done, he left her to go deal with the task he had at hand.

Finally, he was beginning to gain the respect he had craved for so long. People now saw him in a better light, not a weak person as he was always tagged.

However, when packed his car and was about to come out, two men, about his size blocked him.

“What's up with you guys?”

Their faces were stern and their nostrils breathing out fumes of rage.

He managed to come out and their heavy hands pounded him to the ground.

He lunged himself into the air, wanting to land a kick on one's rib cage but he skillfully dodged and caught him with a huge blow.

His body floated in the air and his back crashed into his car, shattering the body lights.

The car alarm started blaring, the growls coming closer to him, synchronizing to form a solo melody of madness.

He staggered back to his feet and faced them, positioning himself well for a fist fight.

With god speed, he sent his fist crashing into the jaw of one, but the other grabbed him immediately and pounded his rib cage.

The other staggered back up and gave him two weighty jabs to his side and to cap it up, a finishing upper cut that threw him off balance.

Blood gushed out of his nose and his lips was wounded.

However, they weren't ready to back down.

He carefully examined them. They were stronger than him, this he couldn't understand. Even with his level martial arts skills, he still had people who were this stronger than him.

He knew he had to level up, but that won't be possible if he can't do that tasks which they weren't planning on allowing him to do.

Now he had to restrategize about the whole thing.

He stepped forward, bouncing softly, positioning himself again for another round.

All he wanted to do was to study their weaknesses.

The first one swung his hands into the air, aiming at his eyes but he dodged quickly. The other attempted to swoop him off the ground with an under kick but he lifted himself up and stepped back.

This was tough now. Their weaknesses was hard to find. Their accuracy was good, strength was okay, speed was okay.

There had to be something he could use to beat them.

He went back again. They lunged at him again, one of them sent his fist into the air at his nose but he dodged, the other tried to grab him forcefully but he dodged, slamming his head into the car.

He noticed that one found it difficult to get back up. He struggled with his head. The blow hit him hard.

First weakness found – aim for the head.

He growled at the other one. He started throwing blows endlessly and uncontrollably. Lucas struggled to dodge all of them and noticed while he sent out his attacks, he wasn't guarding his side.

Another weakness found too – aim for his side.

Finally, he had found a way to defeat them.

He allowed both of them get back up to face him. He took in a deep breath and positioned himself again.

Without warning, one of them caught his jaw and he flew away, landing catastrophically into a car.

They rushed immediately to him but he escaped and made a run for it. They turned round the whole place, chasing and breathing heavily.

His eyes caught a perfect opportunity to deal with one of them now.

He dived into the corner and picked up a weapon in flight and slammed into his head. While he was struggling to regain balance, the other landed a huge kick to his rib cage and sent him crashing down.

However, he was still thankful. One down now. He was bleeding profusely from his head and cried painfully.

Lucas on the other was in such a good shape as he gotten a significant amount of injuries, but he still staggered back to his feet to face the last one.

He came on him again with fierce blows. Catching him several times as Lucas was weak and wasn't fast anymore. He just struggled to keep standing while he pounded his face.

All he as waiting for was the right time to strike, patiently aiming his weak point.

When he wanted to finish him off with an upper cut, he swooped his fist into his side, but he blocked quickly, something Lucas never expected.

His eyes shone with shock but his mouth was shut with the huge blow from beneath that sent him crying into the dumpster in the garage.

It was clear that wasn't his weak point. So he struggled back to his feet, spitting out the blood from his mouth, determined to finish him off with the last strength he had.

He came on him with speed, releasing all his body weight into him but Lucas swiftly dodged with style and slid his hands into his pocket, smiling as he jammed himself into the wall.

“You silly punk!”

He dived at him again, wanting to tear him up, but Lucas caught his knew with a firm kick.

Withe he speed and the momentum he used to attack and the force of the repellant kick from Lucas, he fell to the ground on one knee, his bones cracking up.

“Shit!!!”

He had broken one knee and before he could speak, Lucas drove his knee into his jaw, destroying that corner and smiled as he fell to the ground with his broken bones creaking in pain and the resounding screams from his wailing lips calmed his mind.

The other one rose who with a sharp scream and raced towards him. He was calm and prepared and dodged him swiftly, slamming his feet into his butt and sending him face burst into the wall.

The both of them were down and incapacitated – Bones broken, heavy blood loss. Lucas on the other hand was tired and could barely stand and fell to the ground in pain.

The comfort of winning slowly healed him up and gave him strength to get back up.

He smiled at them and got a rope from his boot and tied them up to a corner.

“Who sent you?!”

They had been at it for hours, hitting them with the little strength he had left but still, they didn't want to crack.

He slammed his foot into one's side, the one with the bleeding head. He screamed with pain, but still didn't want to talk.

“Who sent you for crying out loud?!” He screamed, kicking his legs in the air in frustration.

He turned to the other one with a broken jaw and bleeding face and squashed his face with his boots, pressing it down hard on him as he gobbled gibberish sounds in the struggle.

“You guys don't want to talk right?”

He angrily banged them hard, pounding every part of their broken bodies. He reached for a heavy stick and was about to slam into the head of the one with the bleeding head when he screamed and begged.

“Wait, don't kill me. I'll talk…”

He paused, tapping his feet softly on the floor.

“Go on. Who sent you?”

He hesitated once again to reply and bent his head.

“I won't repeat myself again. Who sent you?!”

He roared as they winced but still didn't want to drop who. He raised his stick high up in the air, ready to slam in his head when he screamed.

“Richard!!!”

That name struck. It seems familiar. He paused and leaned in closer, his voice growly like a lion, his eyes burning with rage, his nostrils releasing the fumes of the burnt anger escaping from his lungs.

His breath was heavy, his heart pounded rapidly inside his chest and he looked him straight in the eye while he hid his face, evading eye contact.

“Richard who?”

He didn't speak again. He didn't even wait this time. He slammed his foot into his side and threw him to the ground.

Once again, he grabbed his stick and pointed it at the other one.

“Richard who?!” His voice was deep and deadly, his eyes looking at them like dead meat. They knew he was damn serious and chorused the name without hesitation, struggling to take cover from him.

“Richard Orlando!!”