The Castaway Supreme

Chapter 7: The Master of Ruin

The muddy street was completely quiet except for the low hum of the bulldozer engine. Miller stared at his phone lying in the dirty water. 

The terrified screams of his big billionaire boss were still echoing in his ears. His fat body began to shake so hard that his knees sank deeper into the cold mud. He looked up at Christian, his eyes wide with absolute horror.

Who are you. Miller whispered, his voice cracking like dry wood. Please, who are you.

Christian did not say a word. He just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. Beside him, Vance adjusted his clean suit and looked down at Miller with total disgust.

Your boss is right, Miller, Vance said, his voice cold and steady. Your company is dead. Ten seconds ago, an anonymous buyer used the ultimate power of the Sterling Group to purchase every single share of your corporation. You do not work for a billionaire anymore. Your boss is now a beggar compared to the man standing in front of you.

Miller felt his heart drop into his stomach. The Sterling Group. That was the biggest financial empire on the planet. They owned banks, shipping ports, and entire cities. 

A single word from the head of the Sterling family could make the richest men in the country disappear overnight. And now, that giant monster of a company had just destroyed his entire life over a small, rundown diner in the slums.

Miller’s phone inside the muddy puddle began to vibrate again. The screen was cracked, but the speaker still worked. Miller quickly scooped it up with his wet hands and pressed it to his ear.

Boss. Please, help me. Miller cried out.

You are no longer my employee. The billionaire CEO screamed through the phone, his voice shaking with pure rage and panic. The new owner of the corporation just sent out a national order. You are fired, Miller. 

You are completely blacklisted from every real estate business, every bank, and every city in this country. No one will ever give you a job. No one will ever lend you a single penny. You are completely ruined. If I ever see your face again, I will personally break your legs.

The call ended with a sharp click. This time, the phone died completely, the screen turning pitch black.

Miller dropped the dead phone into the mud. He looked at the thick stacks of cash lying scattered around his knees. Just two minutes ago, he felt like a king who could crush poor people for fun. Now, he was lower than a stray dog on the street. He had no job, no money, and no future. He was entirely wiped out from the face of the business world.

Kane stood a few feet away, his face turning from white to a sickly green color. He looked at his boss Miller, who was now weeping like a baby in the dirt. He looked at the eight giant guards in black suits who were standing like stone statues around them. 

Kane’s small brain could not understand how a kitchen beggar could do something this big, but he knew one thing for sure. The game was over, and he was going to prison for a very long time if he did not do something crazy.

Christian stepped forward, his heavy boots crunching loudly on the gravel. He looked at Miller and Kane with a dark, satisfied smile.

Take your dirty paper contract and get off my land, Christian said, his deep voice carrying a terrifying weight. If I see either of you in this district after today, my guards will show you what real pain feels like.

Miller did not hesitate. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the wet money in the mud. He turned around and began to run down the street as fast as his short legs could carry him, crying out in terror. The four cheap security guards dropped their wooden batons instantly and ran right behind him, abandoning their jobs to save their own skins.

Only Kane was left standing near the front porch of the diner. His hands were shaking inside his jacket pockets. He was trapped. He looked to the left, but two elite guards blocked the path. He looked to the right, but another two guards stepped forward. His eyes rolled around wildly like a trapped rat in a cage.

He looked up at the porch. Clara was standing there, her hand still holding her father's arm. Her beautiful eyes were wide with shock as she stared at Christian. She was totally amazed by his power, but she was also completely unprotected. She was only nineteen, a simple girl who had never seen real violence before.

Kane’s face twisted into a mad, evil grin. A dark, desperate thought entered his crazy mind. He had lost his money, his job, and his reputation today because of this beggar. If he was going down, he was going to make sure this beggar suffered the worst pain imaginable.

I will kill you. Kane roared, losing his mind completely.

With a sudden, violent movement, Kane pulled his right hand out of his jacket pocket. A sharp metallic click echoed through the air. A long, razor-sharp steel switchblade flashed brightly under the grey sky.

Kane did not run toward Christian. He knew he could not beat Christian in a straight fight. Instead, he used all his strength to spring upward, leaping straight onto the wooden porch of the diner. 

He bypassed Peter completely and lunged forward like a wild beast, aiming the sharp tip of the steel knife directly at Clara’s soft throat.