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Villain Ch 687. Silent Brawl
Allen couldn't help but chuckle at Emma's remark, the tension in the room momentarily dissipating.
"Yeah, that would be quite the surprise for them," Allen agreed, a smile playing on his lips. Deep down, he couldn't help but wonder how Mila, James, and Noah would react once they discovered his true identity as the Devil Emperor of Hell's Gate.
"Continue," Jordan prompted Allen, his tone indicating his eagerness to hear the rest of the story. Jordan harbored no desire to belittle or mock smaller companies like MagicSword Interactive. He understood that in the ever-evolving landscape of the gaming industry, every player had a role to play, and he was keen to stay informed about all developments.
Allen nodded, acknowledging Jordan's request, and proceeded with his explanation. "And I refused it," he recounted, his voice firm and resolute. "I made it clear that I wasn't interested and that I was content with my current situation," he concluded, emphasizing his stance on the matter.
Jordan's expression shifted to one of disbelief as he absorbed Allen's words. "That's all?" he queried, his brow furrowing in surprise. He had expected a more dramatic climax to Allen's encounter with Mila, James, and Noah.
"Yeah," Allen confirmed with a shrug, sensing Jordan's disappointment. "Oh, and I have a recording of when Mila lured me into her car," he added casually, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. With practiced ease, he navigated to the relevant footage and handed the device to Jordan.
Jordan accepted the phone from Allen. With a flick of his thumb, he accessed the footage and began to watch intently, his eyes scanning the screen as the scene unfolded before him. Emma, intrigued by her father's sudden interest, sidled up to his side and peered over his shoulder, eager to catch a glimpse of the video.
As the footage played out, Jordan and Emma exchanged glances, their brows furrowing in confusion. The scene before them was vastly different from what they had anticipated. Instead of chaos and a tumultuous altercation, they witnessed Allen's calm demeanor as he conversed with Mila, his movements measured and composed.
It was as if he were accustomed to such situations, navigating them with ease and confidence.
Emma couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp, her eyes widening in astonishment. 'Whoa, he looks so chill,' she remarked internally, her voice tinged with disbelief. She had expected to see her brother embroiled in a chaotic brawl, not calmly negotiating with potential adversaries.
Jordan's expression thoughtful as he continued to watch the footage. The absence of any visible wounds on Allen's body only hinted at the possibility that the encounter had been less confrontational than they had initially assumed.
Once the recording drew to a close, Jordan handed the phone back to Allen, his mind abuzz with thoughts and theories. "Thanks for showing me this, Allen," he said, his tone tinged with admiration. "It seems you handled the situation quite skillfully."
"The street taught me a lot of things," Allen admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of nostalgia as he reflected on his past experiences. Taking the phone from Jordan's hand, he felt a surge of gratitude for the lessons he had learned during his time on the streets.
Jordan's curiosity was piqued by Allen's revelation, and he leaned in closer, eager to hear more. "They didn't cause any trouble at the meeting?" he inquired, his brow furrowing in concern.
Allen shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Nope. Vivian was by my side the whole time, and I also had Shea's bodyguards accompanying me," he explained, his voice laced with assurance.
Jordan's annoyance was evident as he processed Allen's response. "So that's why she requested to borrow you," he muttered under his breath, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone.
Allen shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling the weight of Jordan's gaze upon him. "Um," he stammered, clearing his throat in nervousness.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Jordan pressed, his eyes fixed on Allen, demanding an explanation.
Allen's shoulders sagged slightly as he pondered Jordan's question. "I figured Alex was busy, and I didn't want to reveal my identity until everything was settled," he admitted, his expression conveying a sense of understanding. It was clear to him that Jordan would grasp the reasoning behind his decision.
Jordan's intense gaze bore into Allen, conveying a silent message that seemed to question Allen's trust in him. Allen felt a surge of apprehension as he met Jordan's stare, realizing the weight of his unspoken accusation.
"I will call you if I am in the same situation in the future. I promise," Allen assured, raising his hands in a placating gesture, hoping to quell Jordan's unease.
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Emma's curiosity interjected, breaking the tension that hung in the air. "They didn't say anything when they found your bodyguards?" she inquired, her tone tinged with genuine interest.
Allen shook his head, pondering Emma's question before offering his insight. "James and Noah have encountered Zoe before. They must have recognized where the bodyguards came from," he reasoned, his voice tinged with certainty. Though it was merely a conjecture, Allen felt confident in his deduction, drawing from his understanding of James and Noah's familiarity with Shea's security arrangements.
"Makes sense," Jordan acknowledged with a resigned huff, his earlier tension dissipating as he processed Allen's explanation. He recognized the validity of Allen's reasoning and begrudgingly accepted it.
Emma turned her attention to Jordan, her curiosity piqued. "So what's your plan, Dad? Should we sabotage them?" she inquired, her eyes alight with mischief as she contemplated potential courses of action.
Jordan arched an eyebrow at Emma's suggestion, considering her proposal carefully. "Sabotage their new game?" he repeated, seeking clarification. "Well, we're at the peak of our reputation. Let's not do anything that could tarnish our standing," he cautioned, his tone firm and decisive as he emphasized the importance of maintaining their company's integrity.
Emma nodded in understanding, her enthusiasm tempered by her father's prudent advice. "Got it," she acknowledged, her expression reflecting a mixture of compliance and determination.
Undeterred, Emma pressed Jordan for further guidance, eager to devise a strategy for addressing the situation at hand. "So, what's the plan then?" she prompted, her gaze fixed expectantly on her father as she awaited his response.
Jordan paused for a moment, mulling over his options before arriving at a decision. "I'll invite them to the conference, where we will announce Allen's identity," he declared, his voice tinged with a note of resolve as he outlined his intended course of action. He was determined to confront the issue head-on and address any potential challenges with diplomacy and tact.