LRAB Chapter 154
Chapter 154
old master silver emerged from the mercedes car, his silver hair catching the last rays of sunlight. despite his age, power still radiated from his every measured movement.
"welcome to the circle, master silver,"
the doorman bowed deeply again. "we've awaited your presence."
at that moment old master silver's sharp eyes surveyed the building's facade, noting every security camera, every hidden defensive position, he could tell the meeting was going to be an important one, and something doesn't feel right and the cars around are not that much.
"the others?" he asked curtly.
"has the master arrived?"
"not yet, sir,"
the doorman bowed again then replied softly.
"you're among the first, master silver."
at that moment old master silver nodded once, striding through the ornate doors with the confidence of someone used to moving in such circles.
"time to see what game they're playing, someone is definitely going to go down."
behind his mercedes, a procession of identical black cars glided to a stop like a funeral cortege.
immediately the doors opened in perfect synchronization, revealing figures of varying ages but identical bearing - old money, old power. they moved as one toward the building, their collective presence making the air itself feel heavier with authority.
old master silver's footsteps echoed through the vast hall, as the rest of them followed.
the round table stood in the center, an ancient piece crafted from a single tree, its surface gleaming with centuries of polish. only five chairs surrounded it, each carved with symbols of the founding families.
upon entering the room properly his eyes gaze around.
"no extras chairs in the other concerns,"
he noted.
"no room for observers or allies. just the five chairs, which means this meeting is just for the g five only."
he shakes his head with a tight lip.
"interesting."
then his eyes swept across the massive wall paintings that dominated the chamber. a golden dragon writhed across one wall, its scales seeming to catch invisible light, eyes holding centuries of wisdom. opposite, a peacock spread its tail in eternal display, each feather detailed with stories of past glories. between them, a massive serpent coiled, its painted eyes holding secrets darker than night.
old master silver found his designated seat - marked with his family's ancient crest - but remained standing beside it, hands clasped behind his back.
"protocol demands we wait"
he thought, feeling the weight of tradition press down on his shoulders.
his golden mask caught the light, ancient symbols etched across its surface seeming to move in the shadows.
but it was his aura that commanded attention - raw power rolled off him in waves, making the very air vibrate with its intensity.
as the masked figure approached, all five patriarchs bowed deeply, their spines forming perfect right angles.
these men, who ruled the empires from shadows, who made government tremble, bent like reeds in a storm before his presence.
"master,"
they intoned in unison as he passed, their voices carrying generations of respect and fear.
his steps were unhurried, deliberate, as he approached the throne-the sixth seat - larger than the others.
the golden mask caught the light differently from each angle.
after he was seated and gaze at everyone who was still bowling then with a cold voice he said.
"you may have your seat,"
his voice resonated through the chamber, carrying both silk and steel.
the five patriarchs settled into their chairs.
the master's masked face surveyed them all, the golden surface revealing nothing while seeing everything.
when he spoke again, his words fell like stones into still water.
"the godly investor. that is why you are here."
without wasting anymore time christopher cleared his throat.
"a foreigner, they say,"
old master christopher's voice carried thinly veiled skepticism. "arriving with mountains of wealth."
his aged hands traced the table's wood grain.
"we all know better,'
jacob interjected.
"no outside force enters our territory without our knowledge. our networks cover every entry point, every transaction and every little bit of details, we all know that."
at that moment old master silver's eyebrows lifted slightly, his weathered face showing a rare surprise.
"then your honor, have you been able to confirm all these claims? this... godly investor, is he one of our own?"
his fingers unconsciously adjusted his jade ring.
"but how has he remained hidden? where does his wealth originate?"