Warlord

Number of Words: 3394 Update Time: 2012-12-22 20: 19: 00

Just before six in the morning, an off-road vehicle drove straight into Parkland’s territory from a road in the wilderness. It followed the road that ran through the city’s central axis through most of the city before finally coming to a stop in front of the Tulip Building. Several people jumped out of the car, led by Masters and a few so-called assistants. In total, the five of them went through the elevator to the 16th floor. Under the guidance of their housekeeper, Beni, they arrived at the hall specially used for internal meetings.

The hall was very spacious, almost five hundred meters squared. The furnishings in the hall were relatively simple. Apart from the necessary tables and chairs, there were no other decorations. To a large family, this seemed relatively simple and crude. However, the design of the hall was reserved and generous, matching the calmness of a tycoon. The only decoration in the hall was a large portrait of old Brent on the other side of the stage.

It was a gift from a member of the side line of the family on Old Brent’s fiftieth birthday, as a token of his utmost respect for the head of the family.

But now, the old Brent, who was sitting on the main platform, was no longer as radiant. His face was ashen, as if he was an old man late in life. He didn’t have the dignity of a family head at all. To the left of the seats were the important figures of Parkland. They were the cousins of old Brant and also the heads or senior executives of the various departments in which the chauffeur operated. To the right of these people, there were only a pitiful few people. It was as if there were only four people there.

Even so, the Parkland family members sitting on the left had ugly expressions on their faces. Although this was the territory of their family, these people were more like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

This was what Masters had seen as he entered the hall.

During the two hours of turmoil late last night, the important members of Parkland were well aware of what had happened. In that short period of two hours, Parkland had been put through the toughest test of all time. However, it was not like before, where it was like a reef that could stand tall amidst the raging waves of the ocean. This time, with the soldiers of the territory almost scattered and those who were able to do so completely destroyed, the reef that had been standing on the edge of the deep ocean for 35 years finally broke under the waves of the wind.

On the other hand, there were only four people who created this disaster.