[Dragon Country, Emerald City]
[Smith Family Mansion]
Time soon passed, and while Ethan and Elena were rushing home, their grandpa’s birthday was already in full swing.
As someone who could be called a living legend, their grandfather, Christian Smith, was someone whose name had long since been a legend.
Be it earning billions on Wall Street at the age of fifteen or financing the last Cold War and coming out the winner.
He alone had been credited with a large percentage of the rise of the Smith family after their initial formation.
Now seventy years old, people from all around the world, dignitaries from all walks of life, had all come for one purpose.
To try and get on the good side of this legendary oligarch.
<Welcome everyone, please go to your assigned seats>
<Once again, we at the Smith family thank you all for arriving>
<In a few minutes, we will begin the annual handing and opening of gifts!>
In the Smith mansion, speakers rang throughout the building.
Gift giving! This was the main reason why everyone came here; this was their opportunity to get on the Smith family’s good side.
And as the current patriarch of the Smith family, Christian Smith, seated at the head of a huge hall, he calmly overlooked the excited dignitaries with a hint of boredom on his wrinkled face.
Blowing off a bit of his silver hair, which threatened to cover his face, his eyes wandered as he scanned the crowd, looking for a certain pair of people.
"Alfred, are they not here?"
"Could it be that they no longer care for this old man?"
"Sigh... if only that useless son of mine had trained them better."
Whispering to the butler beside him, Christian checked and checked; unfortunately, no matter what, he couldn’t find his favourite grandkids, Ethan and Elena.
For this party of his, the whole family had been invited: all his relatives, his cousins, his sons, his daughters, everyone.
However, in the whole Smith family, apart from those two grandkids of his, he rarely cared for anyone else.
And the butler, hearing these words, could only remain silent, his mouth twitching at the words of this patriarch of his.
As someone who had served the Smith family for years, he knew that although the patriarch seemed to be smiling, he was actually very angry.
’Sigh... young miss, young master, I’m afraid things won’t be easy for you.’
Silently praying for Ethan and Elena, the butler, with a straight face, began to respond.
"Perhaps the young master and young mistress are busy."
"You know how much they admire you, my lord; I’m sure they wouldn’t miss this party unless absolutely necessary."
Trying to speak up for them, Alfred silently eyed another butler a few meters away, tapping his wristwatch slightly, telling him to hurry up with the gifts.
Fortunately, Christian didn’t seem to see this and hearing Alfred’s words, a smile rose on his wrinkled face.
"Hahaha, indeed! After all, I am their favourite grandpa!"
"Alright, let’s start with the gifts! I wonder what those grandkids of mine have in mind for me," said Christian.
To which Alfred just bowed.
............
<First up on stage is none other than Elon Tusk! Presenting his new T series robots!>
<Although they haven’t been released to the public, according to Mr Tusk, they not only can clean, but they can even dance and do karate!>
Following the announcer’s words, a slightly chubby middle-aged man with short hair and a yellow dog-head shirt walked towards Christian with a silver human-sized robot beside him.
"Congratulations, Mr Christian, on your 70th birthday party."
"We at Tusk Enterprises wish you a long life and prosperity."
Bowing slightly towards him, he handed over the robot to a nearby butler before taking his leave.
"Oh? Tusk is it? That young kid from back then has grown into a fine young man."
"Greet your parents for me, tell them to come for drinks if they’re free," said Christian, his eyes focusing on the man in front of him.
For a while, under Christian’s gaze, Elon felt like the weight of a mountain was pressing against his shoulder.
This was the kind of feeling he felt when he faced his father, the kind of feeling when faced with someone superior.
’Damn this old man, is this why Father insisted I come this time instead of him?’
’Why are old people so scary?’
Cursing under his breath, he didn’t say anything; after all, he knew his father and this old man were friends, so he could only grit his teeth and say thank you.
"Thank you Sir, I will let them know."
Not giving Christian a chance to reply, Elon quickly took to his heels, heading back to his seat.
"Haha, what an interesting kid, much like his father."
Chuckling slightly, Christian couldn’t help but look forward to what kind of gifts his grandkids were going to give him.
However, just before the next person could come up, a huge explosion suddenly sounded, attracting everyone’s attention.
Bang!
Dust and debris soon filled the room as a group of a dozen armed men with masks broke into the building.
With guns in their hands and bombs strapped around their shirts, they instantly attracted everyone’s attention.
In their center, a young man with an all-white shirt, blonde hair and blue eyes stood, a speck of blood splashed across his face and shirt as he held two of the Smith family’s security guards by their necks.
With a smile on his face and unconcealed bloodlust in his eyes, the young man in white faced everyone in the room, his lips curving higher and higher.
Finally, after a few seconds, his eyes landed on Christian, who was staring right back at him.
"Haha, hello everyone, you might not know me, but I do know all of you!"
"My name is Marcus Donovan, and today I will be taking all your lives!"
’Crack!’
Saying this, he snapped the two security soldiers’ necks.