The total collapse of the Northern Iron Coalition at the Royal Exchange forced the remaining global monopolies into a state of pure panic. By 9:00 AM, the international business networks were flooding the screens with terrifying headlines. The quick absorption of Europe’s largest steel and mineral networks by The Sovereign Group meant that Leon now controlled the literal building blocks of global infrastructure.Leon stood at the massive panoramic window of his master office suite in the Obsidian Tower, wearing a custom-tailored dark charcoal double-breasted suit. His posture was perfectly straight, radiating an intense, heavy pressure that completely dominated the room. He casually swirled a luxury fountain pen between his fingers, his eyes locking onto the holographic asset map floating in the center of the air.Buzz.A sharp, triple-encrypted chime vibrated from his secure tablet on the dark walnut desk.[Corporate Cash Reserves: $1.8 Billion][Current Border Lockdown: The Western Tech Federation—the absolute monopoly that controls eighty-five percent of the planet’s microchip distribution and satellite data lines—has officially initiated a sudden network block on Sovereign’s automated cargo fleets, attempting to force a global asset merger.]A low, chilling laugh broke through Leon’s lips, his sharp eyes narrowing into a dangerous line as he stared at the red alert flashing on the digital screen. "They think they can turn off my satellites to contain the reach of my shadow? Arrogant old fools."The heavy boardroom doors slid open with a smooth, silent sweep. Cynthia Murong walked inside, looking exceptionally sharp in a tailored midnight-black blazer and dark silk trousers. Her face carried an intense look of absolute concentration as she set a locked, encrypted digital ledger on his desk."The ultimate move has been played from the West, Leon," Cynthia said, her voice smooth but laced with deep anticipation as she stood right next to him. "The supreme patriarch of the Tech Federation, Lord Sterling Windsor, has officially arrived in the city. He has taken over the private VIP floor at the Capital Exchange and stated that if the Sovereign Group does not surrender sixty percent of its international clearing house networks to his family pool, he will permanently wipe our satellite access codes by midnight, effectively turning our logistics into a blind mess."Leon didn’t hesitate for a single fraction of a second. He turned around, his presence instantly radiating a heavy, suffocating pressure that made the spacious office feel incredibly restricted. "Sixty percent? Sterling Windsor has hidden behind his family name for too long if he thinks my grip is weak. Call the private convoy cars. Let’s go show the absolute ruler of tech who truly owns the board."At 9:30 PM, the cool autumn rain washed the polished stone courtyard of the Capital Exchange. A fleet of three armored black luxury SUVs pulled up to the heavily guarded front gates. The entire block was locked down by elite private mercenary teams holding automatic rifles.Leon stepped out of the lead vehicle, his long designer trench coat catching the rainy wind, his posture perfectly straight. Cynthia walked gracefully right beside him. They passed through three layers of biometric security checkpoints, heading deep into the reinforced vault room located on the top floor of the elite exchange.Sitting at a massive glass desk surrounded by blinking server towers was Lord Sterling Windsor. He was an old, white-haired man with cold, aristocratic features and an intensely arrogant posture. He was casually checking a private transaction log, completely ignoring Leon’s arrival as his massive private security detail stood behind him like a wall of solid iron."Sit down, young man," Sterling Windsor said, his voice smooth and dripping with artificial superiority. "I’ve watched your quick takeovers of the local shipping houses. Amusing, but entirely irrelevant to the true lords of the world. In front of the Tech Federation, your one-billion-dollar empire is just a temporary line of credit. Sign the asset transfer sheets on the table right now, or I will push a single key and permanently destroy the Sovereign Group’s digital data lines across the globe before midnight."A thick, silver-plated contract folder was pushed across the table by a bodyguard, stopping right in front of Leon.Leon didn’t even look down at the screen. He casually walked over to a server rack, running his fingers across the blinking lights before turning his piercing, icy gaze directly onto the supreme director."Sterling Windsor," Leon said, his voice low, steady, and terrifyingly calm. "You spent forty years building a monopoly out of stolen patents and market fraud, believing your council makes you a god. But you forgot that a vault of data codes is completely worthless if your own foundation is already rotting to the core."Sterling’s hand froze mid-air, his pen hovering inches above his desk. His smug expression cracked into a dark glare. "Watch your tongue, you lucky orphan. What could a provincial cleaner possibly know about our central networks?"Leon quietly activated the Eye of Truth, his gaze locking onto the old patriarch’s figure and the secure digital server terminal flashing behind the glass wall. Instantly, the dark translucent screens of the system flashed rapidly, exposing the deepest corporate crimes, hidden black-market operations, and absolute ruin of the Tech Federation:[Person: Lord Sterling Windsor][Identity: Supreme Head of the Western Tech Federation][Current Crisis: The Federation’s main new microchip line is secretly completely based on stolen blueprints taken from the Murong family’s private laboratory years ago. Furthermore, their main manufacturing plant is facing a hidden $600 Million deficit due to massive hardware failures. Sterling is desperately trying to hijack Leon’s banking networks tonight to falsify their corporate balance sheets before the global supreme audit team arrives tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM.][Hidden Objective: The digital logs on Sterling’s desk are completely forged to hide the massive microchip deficit from local buyers.]A brilliant, supreme wave of confidence rushed through Leon’s veins. The unstoppable rulers of global tech weren’t a mountain of iron; they were a hollow house of cards running out of time, completely unaware that Leon could see straight through their lies.Leon walked back to the table, leaning forward until his shadow completely enveloped Sterling’s terminal."The central server vault in your primary European branch... should we talk about the stolen Murong blueprints and the hidden six-hundred-million-dollar hardware deficit, Sterling?" Leon whispered, his voice cutting through the silent vault room like a razor blade.Sterling choked on his breath, his face instantly turning a ghostly, deathly pale as he staggered back against his luxury chair. The silver pen slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the glass table. "You... how could you... that data is encrypted on an offline, military-grade server!"The private security detail immediately reached inside their coats for their weapons, but Cynthia Murong stepped forward with absolute composure, raised her arm, and snapped her fingers.BANG!The heavy vault doors were thrown open as fifteen elite operators from Sovereign’s private tactical forces poured inside, their automatic weapons instantly locking their red laser sights onto the heads of Sterling’s guards.Leon stood tall, adjusting his silver buttons with a terrifying, supreme aura of absolute authority."Your servers mean nothing to my eyes, Sterling," Leon stated flatly, his voice echoing with undeniable power. "I have already uploaded the original unedited blueprint files and the logs of your hidden deficit directly to the International Patent Court ten minutes ago. By the time the markets open tomorrow morning, your central tech license will be permanently revoked."Sterling fell out of his chair onto his knees, his hands trembling violently on the marble floor as all his aristocratic pride dissolved into pure, pathetic terror. If the court order hit, his family’s multi-billion dollar tech dynasty would turn into absolute dust before noon. "No... please, Chairman Leon! Stop the court transmission! I will grant you absolute, permanent control over all western data networks! I will give you a seventy percent share in our tech group! Just pull back the data!"Leon looked down at the kneeling tech magnate with a freezing, profound indifference."I don’t need a seat at your table, Sterling," Leon said smoothly, turning his back on him as he walked toward the exit gates. "Sign over absolute control of the Tech Federation’s entire distribution and patent network to the Sovereign Group within three minutes. Do it, or spend the rest of your days watching your family name rot inside a federal prison cell."Without wasting a single second, Sterling frantically grabbed the pen, signing his name with shaking fingers and stamping the document with his official corporate seal, handing over a multi-billion dollar global tech network just to buy his survival.Leon stepped into the elevator alongside Cynthia, the doors closing on the image of the ruined supreme tech magnate weeping on the floor. With the global satellite lanes and data networks now firmly under his heel, Leon’s sovereign empire was absolute. The world was no longer just watching his rise—they were completely trapped beneath his shadow.
Chapter 19: The Global Syndicate
The God-Level Appraiser: I Can See The Price of Everything!