The God of Wealth's System

Chapter 11

The District 4 police lobby, which moments ago had been buzzing with mocking laughter, had now transformed into a place of sickening worship. The four suitcases containing a sea of cash seemed to radiate a power that paralyzed the common sense of every officer present. Sergeant Miller, who had previously wanted to twist Seans collar, now stood trembling with a bowed back, looking like a terrified servant.

"Mr. Alexander... please forgive our misunderstanding," Miller whispered, his voice hoarse. He no longer dared to look Sean in the eye. "We were only following orders; we had no idea you possessed this kind of power."

Commissioner Griffin stepped forward, roughly pushing his men aside. His face, which had been flushed red with anger, now turned pale, replaced by the widest fake smile he had ever displayed in his life. He touched the suitcase of money with his fingertips, as if touching a sacred relic.

"Calm yourself, Mr. Alexander," Griffin said in a voice as sweet as honey, a sharp contrast to his shouting just minutes prior. "This minor issue... this slander... we will resolve it in an instant. I will personally see to it that your entire criminal record is wiped from the central system. Not a single black mark will remain. You are an extraordinary citizen, an economic hero!"

O’Malley, who had once helped stomp on Seans head, was now busy bringing a glass of cold mineral water with trembling hands. "Please have a drink, Sir. We will ensure that anyone who dares to bother you in the future will have to answer directly to District 4. We are your shield."

Griffin leaned closer to Sean, lowering his voice to sound fiercely loyal. "Mr. Alexander, forget about the law. In this district, the law is whatever I say it is. I will put my life on the line. If any rogue prosecutor or detective dares to approach you, they will have to go through me first. Your new life as a billionaire will be perfectly secure under my protection. We are ready to serve you at any time."

Sean simply stood there in silence. He looked at them all with a hollow, chilling gaze. In his eyes, these men in uniform were nothing more than flies swarming around a pile of sugar. "Ensure all the fake evidence is destroyed within ten minutes," Sean said coldly.

"Of course! In five minutes, Sir! Miller, get on it immediately!" Griffin shouted with fervor.

Ten minutes later, Sean stepped out of that lobby with a formal certificate of clearance. Jack opened the door to his black Rolls-Royce Spectre, and as the car glided away, the entire rank of District 4 police stood at the lobby steps, saluting as if a president were passing by.

The next destination was the towering glass building that served as the symbol of his suffering: Vane Logistics.

Inside the main boardroom on the Penthouse floor, the atmosphere was strictly formal. Viktor Vane was laughing with his business associates, holding a gold pen to sign a major merger with the Blackwood Group. Beside him stood Sophia, looking elegant in an incredibly expensive silk dress, her hand occasionally stroking Viktors shoulder affectionately.

CRACK!

The boardroom doors swung open without warning. Sean Alexander entered with a calm yet commanding stride. His gray Tom Ford suit seemed to shimmer under the rooms crystal chandeliers. Behind him, Jack stood like a giant sentinel ready to level the building.

The room fell into a sudden silence. Viktor looked up, clearly enraged at the unauthorized intrusion.

"Forgive us, Sir. But Sean forced his way in to see you. And the large man with him has already caused a commotion by taking down the security team downstairs!" exclaimed Ken, the receptionist who certainly knew Sean very well.

Viktor nodded, his eyes narrowing before a cynical laugh eventually erupted from his mouth.

"Wow, aren't you bold? I thought you had some shame. Look who it is!" Viktor shouted, putting down his pen. He turned to his colleagues. "Gentlemen, let me introduce you to my former best courier. He was supposed to be in prison for theft, and it seems he spent his stolen money to rent a suit and a luxury car just to look like one of us."

The board members laughed dismissively. Sophia, standing beside Viktor, was stunned. Her heart raced. She scanned Sean from head to toe. "How can he look this good?" Sophia thought. Seans current appearance was a stark contrast to the Sean who used to smell of sweat and gasoline. The arrogant aura he radiated now actually made him look incredibly handsome and sophisticated.

However, Sophia quickly dismissed the thought. She clung affectionately to Viktors arm again. "Sean, why are you here? Don't you have any shame after what you did?" Sophia said with a forced, cynical tone, though her eyes couldn't leave Seans sharp gaze.

Sean pulled out a chair at the end of the table and sat down casually without being asked. "I came to see how you celebrate your failure, Viktor."

Viktor laughed even louder. "Failure? Today I am signing the biggest merger of the year. While you? You’re just a courier having a hallucination. Do you think with those expensive clothes you can become one of us? Listen, Sean. The money and luxury you’re flaunting today... it must be the result of gambling or a moment of luck. Maybe you found treasure in a junkyard?"

"How pathetic," chimed in one of the Blackwood directors. "Young man, luck won't last long. Tomorrow you'll be back to being a sewer rat."

Viktor rose from his seat, walked toward Sean, and leaned in. "Do you know the difference between me and you? I built this empire with power and connections. You’re just trash who happens to be holding onto your stolen money. I wonder what else you stole to look this sharp? Go back to the streets before I have security drag you out."

Sean smiled thinly, an arrogant smirk that made Viktor feel uneasy. "Your empire? You call this near-collapsing company an empire? I didn't come here to ask for your job back, Viktor. I came here to tell you that I am building an empire of my own."

Sean tapped the table with his finger. "I have just begun to gather my strength. I am interested in Blue Ocean Shipping, the company you just ignored because you thought they had no future. I will buy all of their shares and ensure every logistics route you own will be under my control."

Viktor paused for a moment, then burst into an even louder laugh. "Blue Ocean? That nearly bankrupt company? Hahaha! Go ahead! Buy that trash! You’re truly a fool, Sean. You’re wasting your lucky money to buy a dead company. It proves you have no business brain. You’re just a lucky courier. You should actually be dead and in hell by now!"

Sophia joined in the laughter, following her husbands lead. "Viktor is right, Sean. You’re just wasting time. Do you think you can match Viktor with just your luck? Did you win at gambling, or did you really steal an antique? Whatever it is, you should be self-aware, Sean. Soon you’ll be poor again, and when that happens, don't you dare crawl to my feet for help."

Despite the insults from her mouth, Sophias mind was in turmoil. She saw how calm Sean remained in the face of all the mockery. Sean didn't explode; he wasn't angry. He remained arrogant and clever. A small part of her heart felt regret for letting go of the man who now looked so powerful. However, she reassured herself that Viktor was the winner. Viktor was the rock, while Sean was just a small wave about to break.

"Crawl?" Sean laughed cynically. "I actually regret even knowing a bitch like you," he said, which visibly offended Sophia.

Sean stood up from his seat. He straightened his suit without looking at Viktor. "Enjoy your laughter while you can, Viktor. Because when Blue Ocean starts swallowing Vane Logistics' market, you'll realize that the luck you speak of... was a plan far beyond your reach."

Sean looked at Sophia for a moment. His gaze was cold, without a trace of love left. "And one more thing, Sophia. Thank you for showing me that loyalty indeed has a very cheap price. But pity, you sold it to the wrong man."

Sean turned and walked out, followed by Jack, who gave Viktor a lethal look before slamming the door shut with a loud thud.

Inside the room, Viktors laughter slowly faded. A sudden chill ran down the back of his neck. Meanwhile, Sophia stared at the closed door with unsettled feelings. She saw the image of the arrogant Sean still burned into her eyes. On the other hand, Viktor sat back down and tried to continue his signature, but his hand was shaking slightly.

"Just a bluff..." Viktor muttered to himself. "He’s just a lowly courier. He can never touch me."

But outside the building, Sean entered his car with a triumphant smile. "Jack, contact the broker. Start a massive buy-up of Blue Ocean shares. Let Viktor laugh today, because tomorrow... he won't even have a voice left to cry."

[System: Command Received. Blue Ocean Shipping Acquisition Process Commencing.]

Sean leaned back, staring at the Vane Logistics building through the dark glass. The war had just begun, and he held all the aces.

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To be continued ...