Becoming the Richest Man Alive

“Why can’t I mention it? If I tell your Dad, won’t he be able to take revenge on your behalf?” Casper

asked patronizingly. He gestured towards Elena and himself, adding, “Look, there’s only the two of us.

If your Dad wants to harm us, we won’t be able to run away. You’d be able to get back at us then.”

Casper’s confidence made Elena smile wryly.

“Casper, you’re the boss, OK? If Dad finds out, he won’t take revenge for me. He’ll ask you to hit me

another few times! I don’t want to oppose you anymore. Have mercy on me, Casper! I promise I’ll never

collect protection money there again,” Stallion whined, wringing his hands.

Stallion knew full well his father’s character. In his mind, he greatly preferred being at Casper’s mercy

than having Steed find out that Stallion had been thus disgraced.

Besides, the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce had always been a sore spot for Steed. If Casper

exposed Stallion’s tattoo, it would only serve to agitate Steed even more.

The Sands Project had been lagging behind Marine Luxworld of late. In addition to the financial stress

the failure of the Sands Project exerted on Steed, he was further burdened by the constant harassment

from the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce.

Stallion suddenly brightened visibly. He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and rubbed vigorously at the

Firewolf Chamber of Commerce logo on his arm. To Casper and Elena’s amazement, the tattoo on

Stallion’s arm gradually blurred into an indistinguishable patch of ink.

So it’s not a real tattoo after all! Casper marveled.

“Boss, it’s a new method of tattooing. The ink is applied only to the surface of my skin, so I can easily

remove it,” Stallion explained, seeing the looks of wonder on Casper and Elena’s faces.

“You clever punk! Aren’t you attributing all your wrongdoing to the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce,

then?” Casper burst out into a high, dry laugh. He had not expected such cunning from an impulsive,

reckless youth like Stallion.

“Heh, Boss, I’m not adding to their troubles in any case. This is just what the Firewolf Chamber of

Commerce has been doing lately. They’ve interfered with large hotels, businesses, and projects.

Furthermore, they collect protection money from everyone in sight. Anyone who refuses is immediately

crushed,” Stallion informed them.

“Say that again. I’m not your boss, by the way,” Casper rejoined. While waiting for Stallion’s reply,

Casper began walking towards the entrance of the Sands Project.

Stallion gazed after Casper in admiration, then gritted his teeth. “You’re already the boss in my heart!

I’ve already made up my mind to go with you,” he vowed.

Even with his limited intelligence, Stallion had already perceived that Casper was an extraordinary

man. Armed with fearsome skills and incredible strength, along with his brilliant mind, Casper was

poised to be a man of great authority.

Having seen all of Steed’s contacts growing up, Stallion could instinctively tell that Casper was far

superior to anyone he had ever seen.

Instead of bitterly resenting Casper for having beaten him up, Stallion had instead developed a

profound respect and awe for Casper. Stallion was thus determined to follow Casper till his dying day.

If Casper knew that Stallion had such a resolve, however, Casper would immediately have done his

best to get rid of him.

At the moment, Casper and Elena were preoccupied with following Stallion to Steed’s office.

“Are you trying to overpower me and force my hand? Do you think you’ll be able to take the Sands

Project away from me? How dare you even offer me five hundred thousand? It’s a mere pittance of

what Sands Project is worth!”

As the trio turned into the corridor leading towards Steed’s office, they could already hear Steed

bellowing with rage to what was apparently a group of thugs from the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce.

“Steed, the Sands Project is no longer worth anything. You should be flattered that so many of us came

to pay you a visit. Five hundred thousand is a generous enough offer for the Sands Project!” An

unfamiliar, dominant voice rang out.

“Tristan, I was the one who trained you to be what you are today. I never thought you’d be ungrateful

enough to bite the hand that fed you,” Steed said, his face livid with murderous rage.

Tristan had been a homeless youth roaming aimlessly on the streets when Steed found him. Steed had

spent years nurturing, training, and teaching him, pouring as much heart into Tristan as if he were

Steed’s own. On several occasions when Steed had been otherwise occupied, Tristan had reliably

managed Sands Project, even leading it to tremendous growth.

Things had gone awry when Steed had stumbled upon drug-related activities occurring in the Sands

Project. Upon further investigation, Steed had uncovered a massive network of drug trafficking

operations that Tristan had not only facilitated but also dabbled in.

The original purpose of the Sands Project had been to position it as Horington’s safest development.

Tristan’s crimes, however, had upended Steed’s life work. Steed had immediately upbraided Tristan,

insisting that he cease all drug trafficking activities.

Tristan, however, had refused. He was unable to give up the immense profits that the operations were

raking in, of which he was receiving a sizeable portion.

Unwilling to compromise the integrity of the Sands Project, Steed had banished Tristan from the project

altogether.

Resentful, Tristan had proceeded to join the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce and returned to destroy

the Sands Project with a vengeance.

“You jack*ss! How dare you come back? I’ll…” At the sight of Tristan’s show of blatant disrespect

towards his father, Stallion was on the verge of charging into the office without a second thought, his

eyes blazing. Fortunately, Casper had grabbed hold of Stallion’s collar and yanked him firmly back.

“Wait!” Casper said in a low voice.

Stallion could barely contain his outrage. He blamed Tristan entirely for the downfall of the Sands

Project and was infuriated that Tristan had the gall to propose the idea of taking over the Sands Project

from Steed.

“Go on and scold me all you like! You won’t have many chances to do so in the future. You b*stard! If it

wasn’t for me, do you think the Sands Project would even have witnessed any success at all? It was all

to my credit! Five hundred thousand’s a generous enough offer. If you don’t want it, we’ll be happy to

keep it,” Tristan said, sneering. His gaze, as he looked toward his benefactor, was one of utter

contempt. He thought Steed entirely unworthy of managing and even owning a significant development

like the Sands Project.

In Tristan’s mind, the Sands Project belonged to him. Five hundred thousand was already verging on

absurdity, considering Steed’s ineptitude.

“How dare you? We live in a society with laws in place! As long as I refuse to sign the Transfer

Agreement, don’t even think about laying your filthy hands on the Sands Project!” Steed hissed. His

face had turned white as a sheet, and his entire body was quivering with rage.

“Is that so?” Tristan scoffed.