Chapter 442


    A chorus of mercenaries erupted in a thunderous roar, their voices reverberating through the vast


    expanse of the bustling casino, shaking the very foundations and lingering in the air long after.


    Josef, Sharvin, Eden, Reign, Xander, and the others all exchanged frowns, their eyes swiftly fixating on


    themanding presence of Mr. Payne.


    This man looked like a rugged hero with a solid and imposing physique. His smile was warm and


    inviting, giving off an air of approachability. Despite his formidable presence, he had a gentle and kind


    demeanor that made him appear harmless to


    both man and beast.


    But to the four sword-wielding Generals, Fletcher, and all the mercenaries present, his presence ignited


    an intense enthusiasm of admiration in their eyes.


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    “Mr. Payne? Isn’t he Buckminster, the fish merchant?”


    “Buckminster, the respected fish merchant, known for his charitable acts and support for impoverished


    students in Flensburg City. He was hailed as benevolent, but little did anyone know that his true identity


    held such surprises.”


    “My word, this man sure knows how to keep his secrets hidden deep. Is he the cunning mastermind


    behind all of this?”


    “On the surface, he presents himself as a noble benefactor, a phnthropist with a warm smile. But


    deep down, he harbors the heart of a demon. This man is truly fearsome, a perfect example of a


    smiling predator”


    The bosses acquainted with Mr. Payne were taken aback, their faces filled with terror as they gazed


    upon Buckminster.


    In particr, the affluent business people in Flensburg City were left speechless, their faces filled with


    disbelief and astonishment.


    Buckminster, a prominent figure in Flensburg City, was known for his thriving businesses and


    phnthropic activities. He generously supported underprivileged students and provided shelters for


    orphans and people experiencing homelessness. earning him the reputation of a revered benefactor.


    His impact on themunity was such that several schools erected statues in his honor, forever


    commemorating his remarkable contributions.


    In a recent TV interview, the young students of Flensburg City idolized Buckminster, looking up to him


    as their role model. They expressed their aspirations to follow in his footsteps, dedicating themselves to


    phnthropy and positively impacting society as he did.


    No one could have ever imagined that Buckminster would be the person he turned out to be.


    “Yet another Robert!”


    Reign’s expression turned grim as sheid eyes on Buckminster.


    Seeing Buckminster, she couldn’t help but recall the likeness of Robert.


    The difference was in how thoroughly he had disguised himself.


    BANG!


    In that instant, Seward, his hands bound tightly, was unceremoniously tossed to the ground,nding


    right at the feet of Buckminster.


    Even with his hands tied, Seward disyed no trace of fear. His eyes burned with anger as he


    confronted Buckminster. shouting. “You dirty son of a gun, Buckminster! The Zabel family has been


    good to you. Why would you turn against us and seek to kill our own?”


    “My apologies, it’s simply because you folks happened to be in my path,” Buckminster chuckled with a


    sly grin.


    “Just because of that, you’re gonna take our lives?”


    “You bet!”


    “You dirty scoundrel, I’m gonna make you pay!”


    Seward’s fury erupted like a raging storm, his forehead veins pulsating as he unleashed a mighty roar.


    Though wounded and tightly bound, it was the effect of the intoxicating fragrance that left him weak and


    defenseless, allowing Fletcher to im victory over him.


    As the minutes ticked by, the effects of the intoxication started to wear off, fueled by his zing fury; his


    Internal Strength surged like wildfire. The ropes that restrained him strained under pressure,


    threatening to snap at any moment. BANG!


    Ina dramatic turn of events, Fletcher descended upon Seward like a celestial warrior, delivering a


    devastating blow to his back that sent him sprawling and coughing up blood. His Internal Strength


    shattered, leaving him gasping for life.


    “Just a slimy reptile, thinking it can make a fuss in front of our Mr. Payne. Well, you’re ying with fire!”


    Fletcher sneered


    with a cold tone


    Seward clenched his jaw, his eyes filled with fury as he confronted Buckminster. “You sneaky son of a


    gun, how did you smuggle in all these mercenaries without anyone catching on? And what the hell


    happened to the others who were here before?”


    “Your Zabel family’s men are all gone, and now every soul on this ship answers to me, Buckminster


    smirked.


    “You filthy bastard!” Seward seethed with even greater fury, determined to go against Buckminster.


    Fletcher’s eyes narrowed with cold determination as he unleashed a devastating kick directly to


    Seward’s head.


    Seward’s head was struck with such force that blood gushed from his seven orifices, leaving him


    sprawled unconscious on the ground.


    Buckminster remained calm and said. “Toss him aside.”


    Fletcher seized Seward and flung him aside contemptuously as if discarding a worthless object. He


    sneered, “A seven-star General, huh? Just a worthless piece of trash! In my hands, you’re no better


    than a lifeless mutt.”


    Buckminster shot a contemptuous look at Fletcher, his eyes brimming with scorn.


    Fletcher was nothing more than a five-star General, no match for the likes of Seward.


    Had it not been for the intoxicating fragrance that had been used on Seward, Fletcher would have been


    no match for him, easily crushed by a single blow


    In his eyes. Fletcher was nothing more than an arrogant upstart who thought too highly of himself.


    However, he reframed from exposing Fletcher’s true colors and instead let Fletcher continue his


    pretentious act, using it to instill fear in the hearts of those around him.


    Just as he had expected, when Fletcher confronted Seward, the faces of Josef, Eden, Sharvin, and the


    others turned pale with fear, their hearts filled with dread.


    Seward, the renowned seven-star General of the Zabel family, was a force to be reckoned with. His


    formidable strength and unmatched skills made him a true military genius, feared and respected across


    the entire nation.


    In the end, he found himself in a pitiful state, like a helpless dog, entirely at the mercy of Fletcher.


    It was clear as day how mighty Fletcher had been.


    “We’re in a heap of trouble now,” Sharvin whispered in a low voice.


    If only they had realized the true strength of Fletcher, they would have allowed Eden to make a daring


    escape earlier and then strategized their way out.


    With these mercenaries standing guard like a pack of wolves in this treacherous territory, we find


    ourselves trapped, like cornered prey with no hope of escape,


    Eden remained silent, his gaze fixated on the surroundings, carefully assessing the situation.


    Buckminster smiled faintly, scanning the crowd before him. “Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no need to


    be nervous. Our purpose for being here is purely for a cordial conversation. We mean no harm and


    wish to engage in a meaningful discussion with all of you.”


    No harm intended?


    Just a friendly chat?


    The words hung in the air, met with a wave of darkened expressions from everyone in the room.


    After witnessing all the bloodshed, people weren’t fools to buy into his spiel. They didn’t fall for his


    empty words.


    The atmosphere among the billionaires present at the scene was rtivelyposed. With their vast


    experience navigating through life’s challenges, they recognized that the reason their lives were spared


    at that moment was undoubtedly due to mary motives.


    In that instant, a billionaire from abroad stood up, his voice filled with ice. “Buckminster, enough with


    the charade. You’re just here for the money, aren’t you?”


    “Listen up! I’ve already reached out to my mercenary group and security team. You should release me


    immediately if you know what’s good for you. Name your price, and I’ll ensure you’re handsomely


    rewarded.”


    “If you darey a finger on me, I assure you, you’ll meet a fate worse than death!”


    Buckminster’sughter grew louder upon hearing the words, a twisted grin forming. “Well, if I’m not


    mistaken, you must be Owen Harrison, the wealthiest magnate in Greenwood City.”


    “Yup, when I ventured out on the frontier, I was involved in the same business as you. When ites


    to robbing and looting. I’m your long-lost kin,” Owen boasted with a swagger.


    “Well, Mr. Harrison, looks like you’ve got quite the nerve. 1 admire your boldness.”


    Buckminster’s smile turned wicked as he uttered. “Fletcher, your mission awaits!”


    Fletcher’s face twisted into a wicked smile as he swiftly spun around, revealing a gleaming pistol. He


    leveled the weapon at Owen, his finger tightening around the trigger without hesitation.


    BANG!


    With a resounding gunshot, the bullet found its mark in Owen’s forehead, sending him copsing to the


    ground in a pool of blood.


    Josef, Sharvin, Reign, and the rest, were struck with a sudden sense of dread, their eyes widening in


    disbelief.


    These people weren’t just after money but also out for blood!


    A wicked grin spread across Buckminster’s face as he addressed the crowd, “Now,dies and


    gentlemen, there’s no need to fret. I have gathered all of you here for a little game of chance. I’ll set


    you free if Lady Luck isn’t on my side.”


    “If Lady Luck favors me, your fortunes shall be mine to im!”


    “As long as you all patiently follow my instructions, I guarantee your safety!”