Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family - Chapter 860: Ambush
Chapter 860: Ambush
It may be possible that these 14 ninjas hiding in the trees were escorts, intended to protect the ’gallant’ Frick and his cohorts. But that was very unlikely. They would have made themselves known in order to deter any kind of trouble coming their way.
No, they were here for other purposes. They were here to enact their own form of justice and teach anybody who crossed them a lesson they would never forget.
But they’re not here to pressure the Mermen… they’re here to pressure me into backing out.
That was the only conclusion he could come up with. And they were going to do that through underhanded methods.
Wow… are companies really that desperate to earn Sand Dollars?
According to Princess Octavia, the Faux-Stil company was set to gain 10 million Sand Dollars from their project with the Mermen, before Michael ’stole’ it away from them.
Understandably, anyone would feel a pang of regret in their heart once that much money got away from their hands.
But if they planned on taking it back through immoral ways, then they’d be risking their whole future in New Sparta once people found out what they were planning. They’d be losing a lot more than 10 million if that was the case.
I guess that’s why they’re hiding themselves.
They would be gaining everything back if they were able to ’persuade’ Michael in backing out.
IF was the critical word there.
And it looked like they brought some heavy duty fighters to make that happen.
He commanded his invisible to come closer to the hidden ambushers, its flight barely emitting a buzz as it caught sight of its target just meters away from it.
They all wore a nondescript black outfit that obscured their whole body and most of their faces, with only a slit for their eyes to see through.
He changed fast.
He focused on one specific person among the ambushers. His physical disguise was perfectly matching with the other ninjas around him, but he could never hide that disdain in his eyes directed back at Michael.
It was Frick, indistinguishable from his first appearance wearing the proud violet armor set from the Faux-Stil company.
He’s at the 4th stage of Body Formation.
Looking around, Michael noticed that he was actually the strongest Maugnetic amongst his crew of cohorts. The rest of them were around the 1st to 3rd stage, with most just barely emitting Aubility Powers in their chests.
This company is stacked! They’re sending their whole Maugnetic line up!
He thought that they’d just be sending a few Maugnetics coupled by mortal soldiers/adventurers for this mission, but they were actually sending all Maugnetics for this.
Who is this Faux-Stil company?! How do they have so many Maugnetics?
Most companies only had a maximum of ten Maugnetics under their employ. Even the three Legacies only had more or less fifteen in their companies. After all, the resources to create a Maugnetic wasn’t cheap, even for those who had come from a conglomerate background.
Yet, this unassuming and unknown company actually had twenty Maugnetics in total.
Sure, most of them were in the 1st stage, but the fact of the matter was that they were still Maugnetics. They could defeat a platoon of magicians all on their own.
Now it makes sense why they don’t want a Sanctum Duel. They’re going for quantity instead of quality.
Even a 5th stage Maugnetic could be defeated by five 1st stage Maugnetics.
What should I do?
Their target was clear. He would have noticed his bloodlust even if he wasn’t using his Drone.
Of course, going against such a large group of Maugnetics would be suicide—at least, for most people.
So, it was only natural for him to ask for support or to avoid them entirely.
But for some reason, he didn’t want to do that. There was a fire burning in his heart, a fire that could not be quelled through rest or inaction.
“Sir Keo? What’s wrong? Do you see something?”
The Mermen noticed his silence and took his contemplative silence and gaze as a clue to what was really happening.
They turned serious and wary. They started to move in front of him, using their bodies to shield him.
But Michael stopped them.
“No, it’s nothing,” waving off their concerns. “You guys should return to the Sunken Ship.”
They looked at him with concern. “But what about you, sir Keo?”
“I’m fine. I just remembered that I need to do something else.”
“We’ll accompany you—”
He raised his hand. “I’m fine,” he insisted.
The Mermen turned silent. They had no choice but to follow his words. They couldn’t force him to accept their protection.
So, with lingering looks, the Mermen soon submerged themselves under water and shot off to the Sunken Ship. They were going to report this to Princess Octavia and ask for her opinion.
With Michael all alone, he took a deep breath and started to walk back towards the boundary.
He retraced his own steps, finding himself back to the boundary between the different quadrants.
He didn’t stop there.
He continued to walk out of New Sparta’s walls, and didn’t stop walking for almost hours on end.
Behind him, figures dashed through shadows.
Michael continued to walk out of New Sparta, out of anyone’s prying eyes for miles and miles on end.
He was essentially giving his ambushers exactly what they wanted. They now had him all alone, with no one there to help him.
Once he was sure no one was around, he stopped, finding himself in the middle of a forest clearing, with the abundant trees muffling any sounds that came out.
Once he stopped, he felt a cool breeze wash over his body as figures dashed around him, all twenty ambushers surrounding him from all sides.
“You,” a haughty voice said from among the black robed ambushers. “Void your contract with the Mermen, and you may get to live for another day.”
“And what if I don’t?” Michael asked, his voice calm and not one bit surprised at their appearance.
The ambushers should have taken that as a foreboding sign.
But they didn’t.
“Hahaha, well, you’ll die.”
And those were his last words before multiple beams of Unity shot from behind, burning a hole on all their chests.
All twenty ambushers died on the spot.
