Super Spender

Chapter 406: 400: Being Low-key Is The Way To Go

When Charles Mason opened the door, the dark muzzle of a gun was immediately pointed at his head. Finn had known that Jim would catch up, so he hadn’t bothered to chase after them. Seeing Charles point a gun at his head and retreat back into the room, Finn shrugged and commented casually, “I’d advise you against running. They’re not as gentle as I am. If they attack you, I don’t think your arm, for example, will be of much use.”

Charles raised his hands and replied with a bitter smile, “Mr. Lewis, since you came knocking, I assume you’ve already investigated my real identity. You should know, I mean no harm.”

“I know you mean no harm, but you attacked me as soon as I walked in. You don’t quite seem harmless…” Finn responded with a grin.

“Please have a seat.” Finn pointed to the couch.

Charles’s mouth twitched as he reluctantly took a seat on the sofa. He wanted to retort that this was his house, but the sight of the gun in Jim’s hand made him rethink his choices.

Finn gestured, and Jim put away his gun and retreated to the doorway. Finn shrugs, walks over to sit across from Charles, and grins, “I think we need to talk. Did you come here because of Sophia Worthington and Olivia?”

“Yes and no.” Charles pondered, then lifted his head to look at Finn, and adjusted his glasses before speaking.

“Oh? Do tell.” Finn asked curiously.

“Although my mission did involve them, it’s not entirely accurate to say I was here just for them. I could also say, I came for you.” Charles admitted.

“For me? So you’re helping Bryski Miller to investigate me?” Finn was aware that Olivia and the others had been tasked by Bryski Miller to investigate him.

“Oh no, you’ve got it wrong, Mr. Lewis. That task was taken up by Olivia and her crew, not through me. And I’m not the one carrying out the task, I’m just acting as a middleman.” Charles quickly dismissed.

“Really? Why do I get the feeling you’re the smartest middleman in the business?” Finn squinted at Charles, though this was more of a gut feeling than anything Olivia had told him.

“In this line of work, a good middleman has to be smart,” Charles replied nonchalantly.

“Is that so?” Finn tilted his head as he inspected Charles.

“Of course, because Mr. Lewis is no ordinary man.” Charles declared, staring hard at Finn.

“Well obviously. After all, I am the world’s richest man.” Finn shrugged indifferently but filed away Charles’s comment mentally, his gaze returning to Charles out of the corner of his eye.

“Mr. Lewis, surely, you know that’s not what I meant. And…Naturally gifted or not, going from the bottom of society to the world’s richest man in just six months is something very few can achieve. Actually, it’s almost impossible, no matter how talented you are.” Charles paused before speaking earnestly.

Finn narrowed his eyes as he digested Charles’s hidden message.

There were many smart people in the world. In fact, many could see the truth of matters but often had trouble accepting it. So, they deceived themselves until they believed the lie. Charles surprised Finn with his sharp insight. This guy really was smart.

“Go on.” Finn gestured for Charles to continue, keeping his face calm.

Charles exchanged a look with Finn, trying to suppress the astonishment he felt. His eyes, however, couldn’t hide his shock. The air in the room seemed to thicken in those few quiet minutes until Charles finally broke the silence. “Mr. Lewis, you’re not from Earth, are you?”

Finn, who had been drinking tea, snorted, spitting out the tea in his mouth. Finn looked at Charles with a strange expression, who was also looking back at him. Finn’s reaction was exaggerated, which to Charles seemed as though he had hit the nail on the head.

“What do you mean?” Finn was actually surprised. He had no idea how Charles could possibly have guessed that he had extraterrestrial backing. Although Charles was wrong—Finn was definitely an Earthman—the fact was that Finn did have an alien backing him up. Whether there was one alien or more was unknown, but Finn knew he definitely had a connection with the alien world.

That being said, Charles’s outburst startled Finn, but he didn’t reveal his surprise. Whatever Charles had been through, it was undoubtedly minor compared to Finn’s experiences.

“It’s nothing,” Charles replied after some thought, then pulled out his phone. He searched for something and handed it to Finn. Puzzled, Finn took the phone. He was taken aback when he saw the screen, which displayed a photograph.

The scene was inside a building, likely a murder site with a corpse on the floor. Standing over the corpse were two creatures that didn’t look human at all, their hands holding a strange object jabbed into the body. Their height was between 1.2 to 1.5 meters, their bodies a light blue color covered in scales, and they wore some peculiar devices that looked highly advanced. Large ears and a snout-like a pig, their nostrils clearly visible, but not as lengthy. And from the corners of their mouths, two sharp tusks protruded, giving them a fierce look. Finn took a deep breath. If Charles revealed this photo, then it wasn’t just for fun.

“What is this? A screenshot from a sci-fi movie?” Finn looked up, attempting to keep the conversation casual. All this while, Charles had been observing Finn’s response. Initially, when Finn saw the photo, he paused for a minute, but it didn’t look like he recognized the creatures in the photo.