As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 294 Flying Away
There were two telephones on his desk.

Like the desk, it has a redwood shell, which looks like a perfect match for the table and chairs, exuding a rich sense of luxury.

The other one is even more magnificent. It is made from a whole piece of raw crystal and polished into a crystal clear semi-transparent texture. The intricately interlocking parts inside can be seen clearly. It also contains the remnants of the past, which can enhance the stability and clarity of the call.

However, the sound coming from that moment was not from either of the two phones.

Hess Belad hesitated for a moment, then reached under the desk and pried open a hidden compartment.

From a hidden drawer, an old-fashioned rotary telephone that looks quite ordinary is revealed.

It's clearly a landline phone model, but it's not connected to any lines.

In a location where a wired signal should be available, a device resembling a wireless communicator has been installed.

At this moment, it is this telephone, which is not connected to a wired communication network, that is continuously vibrating and buzzing.

Hess Belad stared at the secret phone, which very few people knew about, for a full five seconds before picking up the receiver and pressing it against his tightly clenched cheek.

He was silent.

The same is true for the other party.

For a moment, an eerie silence came from both ends of the phone; only the breathing of the two people could be heard, like two wild beasts facing off across the grass.

The next second, Hess Belad had a sudden inspiration and spoke up: "Let?"

"Ha ha--"

A raven-like laugh came from across the room. Jean-Jacques said sarcastically, "It seems the chief engineer is always thinking about me. He can't rest easy until he sees my head in his office!"

“Listen, Jean, it seems you’ve misunderstood something.”

Hess Belad let out a long sigh, his facial muscles gradually relaxing, and his voice returned to its usual gentle, deep, and trustworthy tone. "Dawn City has been in chaos lately, especially today, with several accidents in a row. I also heard that your convoy was attacked, and you yourself disappeared in the smoke. How could I not be worried?"

As he spoke, he pressed the third button out of the densely packed row of buttons on the table.

Half a second later, the office door opened again.

A new subordinate appeared silently, like a cat without a shadow at midnight, and floated in front of him.

Hess Black pointed to the phone, made a few gestures, and mouthed a few words.

The cat-like subordinate immediately understood, nodded, and quietly withdrew.

Was that an accident?

Jean-Jacques's voice turned from playful to violent. "Stop wasting time. Let's get straight to the point. The guy who attacked me was sent by you, wasn't he? If I hadn't been clever enough to arrange a scapegoat, I probably would have been torn to pieces by you and died without a burial place!"

“I swear, it really isn’t.” Hess Belad gave a wry smile.

He was truly wronged in this matter.

“Rang, I know there are some misunderstandings between us, and I also know that forcing you to leave Dawn Heavy Industries and start Golden Iris Entertainment Center was too simplistic and crude. It’s normal that it would make you feel deeply distrustful and insecure.”

Hess Black sighed and said frankly, "However, even if you don't believe in me, you should at least believe in your own abilities. Don't you think you are an invaluable talent, an indispensable right-hand man to me? Our cooperation has been very pleasant for the past ten years, and you haven't made any mistakes. Why would I inexplicably cut off my own arm?"
"Listen, I've investigated thoroughly. The Black Dream organization sent two elite squads to attack our underground casino and your convoy, seemingly intending to capture you, torture you severely, and ultimately bring the flames down on the Belad family."

“I’m still investigating their motives for doing this, and whatever they want to do, you’re in an extremely dangerous situation.”

"The Black Dream Organization is a bunch of complete lunatics. Once they've locked onto a target, they will never give up because of any failure. They will stop at nothing and use any means necessary to capture you. I don't know where you are hiding now, but you alone are absolutely no match for the Black Dream Organization."

"Don't think that if you fall into the hands of the Black Dream organization, you can escape unscathed just by honestly telling everything. Use your brain and carefully recall what the Black Dream organization has done in the past. No one who has been associated with these lunatics can escape unscathed!"

He spoke with absolute certainty and solemnity.

Each word is like a heavy pickaxe driven deep into the raw crystal ore.

"Humph……"

Jean-Jacques ignored him, only letting out a disdainful sneer.

"Don't waste your energy. We've worked together for many years, and I know very well the style of our Chief Engineer of Dawn Heavy Industry. Even if today's attack was indeed arranged by the Black Dream Organization, you must still have the intention to kill me, after all, I know far too many secrets."

Jean-Jacques said, "Don't bother trying to trick me into coming out and walking into your trap. No, I don't trust the Black Dream organization, nor do I trust you. I only trust myself!"
"To be honest, I've already escaped Dawn City, and no one will be able to find me!"

Hess Black's large fingers tapped on the desk.

Although no sound was made, each click left a clearly visible fingerprint mark on the hard, iron-like redwood.

At some point, the veins on his face became bulging, his muscles were bulging, and his large canines were biting his lips tightly, his ferocious expression like that of a raging demon.

But his voice became increasingly gentle, deep, and trustworthy.

"Alright."

He seemed to have no blame for Jean-Jacques's presumption at all. Instead, he said, "Dawn City is like a powder keg that could explode at any moment. You have served me for so many years and are indeed a bit exhausted. It would be good for you to go on vacation and adjust your condition."

"So, what kind of help or promise are you looking for by calling now?"

Jean-Jacques laughed again.

"No need for promises. Your promises are worth less than a dung beetle from a mutated lizard deep in the wilderness."

He said, "However, I do need something, not help, but the reward I deserve for running the Golden Iris Entertainment Center for you for ten whole years, being your lackey for ten whole years, taking so many risks, taking so many blames, causing so much trouble, and keeping so many secrets!"

(End of this chapter)