TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

His proud moment

Freya’s body trembled with fear. Her heart pounded heavily and her mind tortured her. Tears escaped her eyelids as she held fast to Lucas and her breath came in short gasps.

Lucas on the other hand was fuming as though he could destroy a thousand soldiers all at once.

“Lucas, please, you don't have to do this. Just run. Leave this place,” she cried, her faint voice echoed softly in Lucas's head.

However, he stood firm, breathing fire from his nostrils and vibrating with vigour and energy.

“I'm not running. They can't do me no harm.”

A weak smirk tugged across the corners of Donald's dry lips as he stepped forward.

“Yeah, no one leaves this place,” he pointed firmly, stamping his heavy feet on the cold floor.

Thereafter, he went and blocked the entrance, smiling scornfully at the trembling Freya.

“I'll teach you a lesson today, Lucas. Next time, you won't mess with me.”

A soft chuckle escaped from the lips of Lucas as he stood firm, maintaining his ground, unfazed.

The footsteps of the guards approaching vibrated softly beneath them. Freya's heart thundered inside her chest. Lucas growled angrily, warming up his fist for action. Donald smiled peacefully, waiting for the moment he had always wanted – Lucas’s death, his lifelong dream.

Immediately, Donald excused himself calmly from the door, letting in the 6’0 inch guards in.

“This is the brat right?” Their leader asked, folding his fist and clenched his jaw.

Donald nodded in affirmation with a smile.

Immediately, he swung his heavy hands into the air but Lucas dodged skillfully and also helped Freya duck.

“Stay down…” he shoved her to the corner. She whimpered in sorrow as tears ran down her cheek.

“Please, let him go…”

The four of them surrounded him while Donald laughed as if it was a cinematic display.

They all ran to grab him, to maul him all at once. Freya screamed at the top of her voice at the corner.

Lucas on the other hand fucked skillfully beneath the big men and stumped his feet into one of theirs, making a small escape for him.

“I'll kill you little punk!”

He tried to grab him again but Lucas landed his foot hard into his chest and down to the ground he fell, the resounding echoes of his body thud and the dust raised by it shook Freya the more.

“Oh Lucas, please, just stop this madness…” Donald grabbed Freya and held her mouth.

“Let her go at once,” he ordered, wanting to go fight for her when another grabbed him from behind and gave him a heavy head butt.

Lucas staggered and gained his stance once again. This time, he gathered just enough momentum and flew into the air with a super punch and crashed it into his forehead.

The others were shocked as his body thud against the ground, blood gushing out of his forehead.

They were stunned, their eyes shone in disbelief. Their mouth agape in shock. How in the world did one skinny man drop two of theirs like ragdolls?

This only angered them the more as they were ashamed and lunged at him together, growling like animals ready to tear up their prey.

Lucas was waiting for them, his mind had already planned out his next move. All he did was stand there, his legs vibrating and ready for action, preparing himself for his next move. As planned, they fell into the trap he had set for them, he flung himself into the air and collided their big heads together and sent them to the ground with a heavy kick to their butts.

Donald was stunned at the sight. He couldn't believe his eyes, neither could Freya.

How was Lucas able to defeat four hefty men alone? They all wondered. The question seemed like an impossible further maths test that couldn't be deciphered.

How in the world did this one men take on four men? It sounded so impossible, but here they were, standing right at the scene of the action.

Thank God they all witnessed it if not they wouldn't have believed otherwise.

“Let her go!”

His eyes burned with fury and thundering voice echoed across the room. Donald winced at the sound of it and let her go immediately.

One of them tried to attack Lucas again from the ground. Little did he know Lucas had anticipated it and sent his big foot into his face.

“Why don't you just stay down? Big head!”

Lucas had showed total dominance in the room. He was the god of the moment and they all winced at the sound of his pacing footsteps around the room.

He had dragged the four of them to a corner and knelt them down, alongside Donald and instructed they raised their hands up in the air.

They were shivering and shaking, struggling to remain straight in the air while he sat with Freya on the table, his chin resting on his hand, pondering on what to do to them.

“Please, just let us go,” Donald begged, his quivering voice barely audible.

“I've been thinking about what I'll do with you guys and it's clear that you're not useful to me…”

He paused for a while, tapping his feet softly.

“But you could be useful in a way. Hmm…”

He smiled at Freya and whispered something into her ears.

“If you all want to leave here alive, you would have to do as I say.”

They all raised their head up and looked into his eyes, wondering what he’ll say.

“Freya is going to be promoted to the position of the managing director of the company. Or else, none of you will walk out here alive,” he spat, his cold, deep voice bellowed across the room.

Donald's face sank. He knew he had no other choice, but nevertheless, he still spoke.

“Please, I'm in a tight corner right now. I accept to it, but Freya would have to sign a contract with Fintech company to finalize the deal,” he winced, hiding his face from the Lucas’s scowl.

He whispered to Freya again and smiled.

“Alright then. We're in business.”

They wanted to stand to their feet again when he stopped them.

“Did I release you? Get back on your knees!!”

Freya chuckled softly as the growly men went back to their knees with swollen faces.

They walked out majestically from the office and left the company arena.

He was so happy and thankful for the martial arts skills he had acquired from his system reward and didn't even understand how he was able to pull off those stunts.

Freya on the other hand kept looking at him, wondering how he was able to overpower four hefty all by himself. The Lucas she knew? It was so impossible, but he did.

‘How?’ She wondered.

While they were still walking, his system notification rang in his head with a new command. He jerked sharply, almost scaring Freya.

‘Get a plot of land…”