483: Chapter 15: Battle for Agents 483: Chapter 15: Battle for Agents Now, let time advance a little, and return to the morning of this day.
Move your gaze from the Thorn District and look back at something that had already happened.
The clock pointed to 7, with the day just beginning, and the main roads of the central district had not yet fallen into congestion.
A silver sedan glided smoothly along the road, advancing toward Dragon Head under the green traffic lights.
Special glass isolated the occupants from outside views, making it impossible for anyone to see the faces of those inside the car.
If a Superpower User with X-ray vision were to peer inside, they would see a young man wearing thick glasses on the passenger seat, holding and reporting something from a paper file.
“…The head of the Flaral Laboratory has reached a consensus with us, lacking only final agreement.
The acquisition of Pakatia University is going smoothly, expected to complete by next quarter,” the young man on the passenger seat flipped to the last page of the file, “Lastly, movements from other organizations.
Members of the Mutual Assistance Association and Wing of Death caused a minor disturbance in the Thorn District yesterday, which the intelligence department analyzed as a common occurrence when newcomers arrive in the city.
An official from the etiquette department made the first contact with this newcomer before everyone else, but the person’s behavior…
wasn’t friendly.”
“Not friendly?”
The bespectacled young man looked at the report in his hand and decided to be blunt.
“Falta and Jes were knocked out instantly during the negotiation.
Kerry managed to endure the first attack with his power but was beaten into dizziness before he could retaliate.
Only Rosa wasn’t attacked; after analysis, we believe this newcomer possesses…
a certain fear of men.”
“At least there was some restraint.
For now, avoid contact with her.”
“Understood, I will organize the details and provide them to you.”
The bespectled deputy nodded perceptively, understanding what the leader meant.
Knowing that his subordinate had shown mercy by not killing made her much better than the usual newcomers.
According to the leader’s habit, for such a “promising” newcomer, he would personally take the time to invite.
“Lastly, Cao Xin from the Mutual Assistance Association has confirmed the plan again, arranged in the afternoon as per your instructions,” the bespectacled deputy reminded, “He is quite uneasy about using the Red Lion as a trigger.”
“He’s afraid of Kaldesia Spencer,” the leader said with a smile, “Tell him not to worry, the Red Lion doesn’t generally kill people.
We just need her rage to create a bit of a spark, and we’ll turn that spark into a sky full of fireworks…
showing everyone what a city without a leader turns into.”
“Cao Xin seems still keen on gaining the support of the Red Lion.”
“Hehe…
She would rather support John Garcia than support me,” the leader said helplessly, “I too have had my immature moments.”
Hearing this, the bespectacled deputy knew this was not his place to inquire further, and hence he said no more.
The report ended, and silence settled in the car.
The leader from the back seat then spoke up.
“How is Mo Yuankai doing?”
Hearing the name, the bespectacled deputy tensed, swallowed, and replied, “He…
has not left his residence to date.”
“Heh.”
The leader chuckled softly; his mood seemed good today, but the deputy dared not say much.
In just a few words, they had already entered the Cangshou District.
Soon, the silver sedan stopped in front of a building in the center of the Cangshou District, and the bespectacled deputy stepped out first, respectfully opening the car door for the rear seat.
“We have arrived, leader.”
Aorus Otimis adjusted his tie inside the car, stepped out, and stood in front of the azure blue building.
It was established in the remote Dragon Head but was the actual center of this city.
This was the Dragon Head International Integrated Office Building, the governmental handling agency of the Heaven Realm managed jointly by three countries.
Aorus noticed the stares of the adults; they scrutinized the appearance of the brown-haired youth, their eyes expressing the same thought: This is no place for a high school student.
They made a logical point, but unfortunately, this was the Heaven Realm.
He walked into the building with composure, instructing the time of his appointment to the receptionist.
The young man’s demeanor was as if he were the sovereign of this place.
Yet, he was somewhat nervous not because of these ignorant people, but because of the purpose of this visit…
He was about to meet a significant figure.
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“Please, come in!”
Behind the luxurious door came the robust voice of an elderly man.
Aorus, with a smile, stepped onto the 55th floor office.
The soft red carpet in the middle embroidered the emblem of the federation: a golden radiance pattern with 44 stars arranged in a circle and 7 stars encircling the center’s double-headed eagle.
On either side of the oval-shaped office stood large display cabinets, one filled with heavy files and books, and the other with various exquisite toys and treasures.
Behind the desk facing the door, a ruddy-faced old man sat casually, wearing a tranquil smile.
The old man was dressed in an elegant sky-blue robe, embroidered in seven colors with rainbow-like bridges; he had a head of bushy white curly hair and a long silver beard, resembling a fairy-tale wizard.
Aorus respectfully bowed, “Creator of the Creation Realm, master of Heaven, the Rainbow Winged Lord of the Hadrian family, Celeste Hadrian.
I am Aorus Otimis, honored to have this opportunity to meet with you.”
The old man’s long eyebrows rose in surprise, exclaiming, “Wow!
When did this room fill with so many distinguished personages?”
“To directly invoke the name of the great is particularly disrespectful; the purpose of this elaborate courtesy lies exactly there.
Even if it leaves a bad impression, it shows respect.”