NOVEL NEXT Chapter 284
At that moment The boss sat back, the final page of the document trembling slightly in his hand as he stared at the bold, incriminating words.
Immediately his jaw tightened, the sharp creases on his face deepening as realization dawned.
From everything he has seen from the document the circle wasn't just gathering—they were about to recruit someone. And not just anyone. The name at the bottom of the page sent a chill through him: The Godly Investor.
And today was supposed to be the recruitment day and this mess happened, leading to the death of a circle member.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, his mind churning. Recruitment at 90%.
It meant they were on the brink of bringing someone into their fold, someone they clearly saw as a significant asset. But instead of success, but a member of the circle was found dead. along with his disciples, too.
At that moment the boss leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his piercing eyes fixed on the page.
The timing wasn't a coincidence. If the recruitment was supposed to happen today, it could only mean one thing: the person they were trying to recruit had wiped them all out.
The thought was almost incomprehensible. The circle, known for its power and ruthlessness, had been taken down in a single day, by one person. He set the document down carefully, as though it might burn him, and pressed his fingers together, his gaze dark and calculating.
"How is this possible?" he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with disbelief.
Then he turned to the burly man, who had been standing silently, his imposing figure tense as he waited for the boss's reaction.
"The Godly Investor," the boss said slowly, his voice low but carrying an edge of command. "Get me everything we have on him."
Upon hearing what the boss just said.
The burly man nodded, his red eyes flickering with understanding.
"I'll dig deeper," he replied, his deep voice steady. "But… there's not much on him, boss. he's like a ghost. A name that shows up here and there, but no concrete identity."
At that moment The boss's fist clenched, his knuckles whitening against the polished wood of the table.
"Then find something. Anything. I don't care how small it is. No one walks into our territory, kills a circle, and leaves without a trace." He leaned back, his expression darkening further.
"Especially not someone with a name like that."
Immediately the burly man bowed slightly, his movements swift and purposeful. "Understood. I'll have more information immediately."
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As the door clicked shut behind him, the boss leaned back into the couch, staring at the extinguished cigar in the ashtray.
"The Godly Investor," he thought, the name repeating in his mind like a warning bell.
Whoever this person was, he had not only killed an entire circle but had done so with precision that left no loose ends.
Then his eyes flicked back to the documents on the table, the words "Recruitment Progress: 90%." staring back at him. The Godly Investor wasn't just a threat—he was a wildcard, someone who could disrupt everything. And he hated things he couldn't control.
Not long after the burly man returned hours later, a thick folder in his hands, his expression grim. He placed it on the table in front of the boss, who was seated exactly where he had been, still deep in thought. The boss's sharp eyes flicked up briefly before he leaned forward, pulling the folder toward him.
"This is everything we could find," the burly man said, his deep voice carrying a note of unease. "It's not much, but it paints a clear enough picture."
Without wasting anymore time the boss flipped open the folder, his fingers skimming through the first few pages. They detailed a series of calculated moves made by the Godly Investor, starting with his engagement with the Silver family. The Silver family's reputation was no secret—they were powerful, influential, and deeply intertwined with the underbelly of the corporate world.
The Godly Investor had not only negotiated with them but had gained enough leverage to draw the attention of a member circle.
The details were sparse, but the pattern was clear: the Godly Investor had positioned himself intentionally, ensuring the circle would notice and extend an invitation.
At that moment the boss's eyes narrowed as he reached the last page, which summarized the events leading up to the massacre. His mind pieced it together: The Godly Investor knew exactly who the circle was and what they represented before even engaging with the Silver family.
Without being told he could tell this wasn't an accident. It was a plan.
He leaned back, his hand brushing his chin thoughtfully. The pieces fit too neatly. The Godly Investor wasn't just an opportunist; he was a strategist, someone who had orchestrated a series of moves to infiltrate the circle, only to eliminate them at the last possible moment.
At that moment without a word, the boss pulled out a clean sheet of paper from his desk.
Immediately his pen moved swiftly, the sound of it scratching against the paper the only noise in the room. When he finished, he folded the paper neatly and stapled it to the front of the Godly Investor's profile. The words scrawled across it were stark and unequivocal:
"Major Threat."
He handed the folder back to the burly man, his expression cold and resolute.
"Take this to the high authority," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"They need to see this. If we don't act now, this Godly Investor will become a problem far bigger than the circle ever was."
Immediately the burly man nodded, gripping the folder tightly. "Understood, boss."
As the burly man turned to leave, the boss's gaze lingered on the empty ashtray on the table.
The Godly Investor had played his game flawlessly so far, but they had just stepped into a much larger arena. And this time, the stakes would be higher than ever.