Chapter 7


    Chapter 7


    Meanwhile, Keith’s face turned as pale as a sheet. If he had not offended Donald, with his shares and


    status in Stardust Corporation, he would have had a worth of more than ten million. Now that he


    was being kicked out of thepany, he felt dejected and finally realized that Donald had always had


    control over his life and death. I must be out of my mind to poach his employees and offend him. Why


    did I look down on him? If it was someone else who said that, he would have thought that the person


    was joking. However, the man who said that was Zayne, the subordinate of the richest man in


    Pollerton. "Get lost,"


    uttered Zayne tly. Keith immediately got down on his knees and begged for forgiveness, "Mr.


    Campbell, it’s my fault for not knowing any better. I was wrong and shouldn’t have angered you. Please


    forgive me and give me another chance."


    Seeing that, Hank instantly kneeled as well and cried, "Mr. Campbell, I must have gone insane. Please


    consider giving me another chance. I’ve worked for Old Mr. Campbell for over ten years and also


    contributed a lot after you took over thepany five years ago. You should at least give me some


    credit for all the effort I have put in. I’ll be your most faithful servant and do whatever you want me


    to do."


    "Be my servant? You’re not good enough!"


    Donald cast a downward nce toward Hank and Keith. Furious, Zayne kicked Hank and asked, "Do


    you think you are capable of being Mr. Campbell’s servant? Only I can be his servant. His wish is


    mymand. Who do you think you are?"


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    Once he finished speaking, everyone gasped in disbelief and had the same thought on their mind.


    You’re Zayne Yates. Not only are you the subordinate of the richest man in Pollerton, but you’re also


    the owner of Primordial Tower. How can you say that you’re willing to be Donald’s servant in such


    a high-sounding manner? Where’s your pride and dignity? They became even more frightened and


    wondered what Donald’s true identity was. Casting a brief look at the crowd, Donald piped up, "That’s


    my final decision. By the way, let’s keep what happened today to ourselves. Don’t make it public."


    An obsequious smile crept on Zayne’s face as he responded, "Mr. Campbell, don’t worry. I understand."


    Donald believed that Zayne would solve the problem perfectly. With Zayne in charge, he would not


    need to worry about anything. Before he received any mission, he wanted to live his life in peace for as


    long as possible because once he was assigned a mission, he would lose his freedom. "Dan, you can


    do it. Ask Zayne if you have any questions."


    With that, Donald patted Daniel’s shoulder. The situation was so surreal that Daniel felt as if he was


    dreaming. "I will, Mr. Campbell."


    Ignoring Keith and Hank’s bloodcurdling screams, Donald left Primordial Tower. Just as he left the


    building, he received two text messages. The first one was from an unknown number: I’ll be holding a


    small concert at Pollerton Opera House tonight. You muste. If you don’t show up, I’ll put on


    anotherrge-scale concert for two hundred thousand people and dere to everyone that you’re the


    man who captivated my heart. I’m Wynter, who loves you. After reading it, he deleted the text message


    expressionlessly. The second message was also from an unknown number: I’m Hannah Nixon. Let’s


    have dinner together tonight. She was aloof and a woman of few words. However, Donald was colder


    than her, so he only replied: I’m busy. After that, there was no more response from her. All of a sudden,


    Donald furrowed his brows as he sensed that something was amiss. Lifting his head, he nced


    around his surroundings and finally fixated his gaze on a van that appeared to be rather ordinary.


    Instantaneously, he narrowed his eyes. Although the silver van looked ordinary, he still noticed


    something special about it. The Anndurn customized bulletproof ss could withstand an impact


    force of one ton, while the twelve-cylinder modified engine had incredible horsepower. Even though the


    car te number seemed to be real, he could see that it was an illegal license te. At first nce, the


    driver appeared to be a delivery man, but there was a butterfly tattoo on his wrist. "Papillon…"


    Donald muttered to himself. It was one of the world’srgest and most mysterious organizations and


    was mainly active in West Epea. He did not expect them to appear in Pollerton. Immediately, he picked


    up a shared bike and followed behind the van. The van traveled at a speed of thirty kilometers per hour.


    Since it was not too fast, he could keep up with it. Slowly, they left the downtown area and arrived at a


    secluded road an hour and a halfter. The van in front of him stopped, and the driver alighted from it.


    Staring at Donald coldly, he questioned, "Why are you following me?"


    "How long has Papillon been in Pollerton?"


    Donald asked. As soon as he finished asking, the driver narrowed his eyes and said with a sinister grin,


    "Since you know about Papillon, you must not be a simple person. In that case, I mustn’t keep you


    alive."


    Having said that, he strode toward Donald with steady and powerful footsteps. The man had a strong


    and stable lower body. It was apparent that he was a skilled fighter. At that moment, the van’s door was


    opened from the inside, and a man with long hair and sunken eyes emerged from the vehicle. He was


    barefooted, wearing a robe, and had tattoos all over his body. With only one nce, Donald knew that


    the long-haired man was a kickboxing expert. The moment the door opened, he saw what was inside


    the car. Inside was a beautiful woman. She was tied up and was whimpering. He had seen her on


    major media outlets. She was the most eminent businesswoman in Pollerton, Lana Collins, with a


    worth of more than ten billion. In fact, he had no interest in saving the woman, but he despised


    Papillon. That organization recruited members in an unusual way, mainly by posting seemingly


    meaningless codes and images on the inte. However, they actually contained a new type of human


    linguistics, cryptography, and gic research. Those who could decipher them were geniuses among


    geniuses. Back then, one of his friends deciphered the code and tragically died at home the next day.


    His entire family was murdered. Since then, Donald had felt a sense of repugnance toward Papillon.


    "Take this woman away first,"


    ordered the kickboxer. The next moment, a man climbed into the driver’s seat from the backseat and


    wanted to drive away. At the same time, the kickboxer and the previous driver sandwiched Donald from


    both directions. In an instant, Donald’s aura had changed. After returning to Pollerton for five years, it


    was the first time he showed his murderous intent. It was as if he was an awakened primordial beast.


    Looking at the two men approaching him, he took a step forward. He covered more than twenty meters


    in just one step, leaving behind a series of afterimages. Passing by the two men, he stopped in front of


    the van and punched the hood. With a bang, the back of the van was lifted, shattering the windows in


    the process. The driver was in shock and had no idea what was going on. What kind of power is this?


    Thinking of that, he gulped in horror. The van was heavily upgraded with ss that could withstand the


    impact of a rocket, but it was destroyed by a punch from a man who appeared to be in histe twenties.