Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Whoop. Whoop. Whoop!

The air swirled vigorously as the bad guys landed the vast open lawns and fields around the estate.

As expected. The reach created such open spaces for such events.

They landed just at the laws before the massive fountain at the estate\'s center.

Dorian walked down the numerous outdoor stairs.

Apparently, nothing else screamed money than having so many outdoor stairs, as though he were walking down a famous Greek temple.

Very closely, Butler Sheng and Chan-ki followed behind Dorian, heading towards the powerful choppers below.

The choppers were still on. But a few others within them quickly jumped out and briskly walked towards Dorian\'s crew respectfully.

"Grandmaster, Dorian, we are here on orders from Marshall Gia to escort you to the site, sir!"

The young man of 33 showed no emotion on his face, looking as blank as a sheet of paper. If he hated or liked his assignment, no one would be able to tell. He just looked like a statue.

Dorian nodded with a hint of satisfaction on his face. He liked people like this. A job was a job. Get it done. Simple.

Some people might\'ve been curious as to why Dorian was called Grandmaster, or some people might\'ve felt that he cheated old Marshall in some way or another to gain favor. All these things were human nature, and there wasn\'t anything wrong with having thoughts or doubts.

However, transferring those doubts onto a mission was what he hated the most.

And just like him, it seemed that Old Gia hated such things too. And his men also looked very trained as well.

No matter their doubts, they would have to find the truth for themselves after the mission.

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"Grandmaster, sir!... Please, right this way." Gestured the youngster, who wore nothing but ordinary clothes.

They were trained professionals. But they had chosen to use commercial-style choppers and dress as though they were ordinary tourists.

Old Gia probably told them to do so.

Dorian\'s coat danced in the wind, creating a very cool scene.

Like so, the gang of 3 hopped into one of the choppers and buckled their seatbelts calmly.

And when everyone was secured, the lead man who later introduced himself as Ajin, quickly gave the signal.

[Fly]

Immediately, all pilots communicated with each other, ascending just as protocol.

Up, up, up, up, up they all went.

And as they were flying over the zone, Dorian battled his eyes dangerously before finally settling into his seat.

Meanwhile, below ground, several strange and ordinary-looking vehicles had just arrived at a location close to Dorian\'s home.

Within the vehicle, several burly men, some with gruesome scars, all lens back into their seats too.

They dared not poke their heads out the window lest they got discovered.

With their bodies leaned back and low, they stared intensely at the scene above, watching the choppers fly away from their sight.

"Boss! Boss! What do we do now?" Asked one of the men, still looking at the scene.

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-Silence-

Everyone else was confused, peering at their leader from time to time.

Binoculars lowered, the burly man with bulging muscles frowned cruelly.

Wonderful... Wonderful... So they were acting weak all this time?

Boom!

He punched the seat in front of him, causing the person in front to arc forward and hit himself painfully.

F***! Boss, what did I do?

The man wanted to complain sorrowfully. But after turning around and getting a glimpse of his boss\'s face, he quickly swallowed his words and choked on them.

Never mind. He was about to kill himself, okay?

The air in the vehicle was suffocating, with their leader joining from whatever ailment that bothered him.

Botan squinted his eyes murderously, still looking at the fading silhouette of the choppers.

Before he left, wasn\'t he one of the most elite Tian guards?

Sure. They saved him and did a lot for him, yada, yada, yada.

All that moral kidnapping was bullshit! They saved him just to use him as a guard! So why shouldn\'t he rise to the top and change employers if need be?

He didn\'t for one second feel bad about betraying Dorian\'s parents.

But what he seemed to have forgotten was that Dorian\'s parents had given him numerous chances and opportunities to leave. No one was pinning him to the ground. If you want to leave, then leave.

But Botan had always decided to stay, ripping the privilege of working with the Tians. And when someone offered him a better chance, he quickly betrayed them for Dorian\'s uncle.

Whatever was promised to him was probably a good deal.

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Botan had no regrets, also secretly mocking the Tians too.

To him, their wealth was no king and screaming at his face as though reminding him of his background. He hated their so-called friendly nature.

Screw them! He betrayed them in a heartbeat, rounding up many to the enemy\'s side in little to no time.

And now that he was gone, he expected to see their bastard, gloomy son sink into despair.

However, yesterday, the situation seemed reversed.

Botan\'s face became distorted just thinking about it.

Dammit! How could the Gias and the Ghus be friendly with that little turd? He had no idea these families were even that close to the Tians in the first place.

Again, if they were so close, why didn\'t they let him know them before? Unless...

Could it be that the Tian couple wanted to stump his growth, thus, never letting him know the Ghus and the Gias?

Who wouldn\'t want to work with old Gia\'s home? Now, that chance is gone because of them!

Botan clenched his fists furiously

Good. Good... What a good Tian family!

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"Boss, we were ordered to secretly routine the brat up. But now that he\'s gone, what should we do?"

Botan glanced at the estate deeply: "Ransack the place! And if we can\'t collect, destroy any valuables! This is what they owe for stunting our growth. I don\'t believe we won\'t be able to burn this place to the ground!"