The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 372 372:Piece Of Trash

Fabiano's face betrayed a flicker of unease, though he remained silent.

Evan continued, his voice growing louder with each word, shaking the walls around them. "You act magnanimous, saying 'Okay if you don't want to join,' but we both know the truth. If I don't, I'll be seized from every point. And once I sign—every bit of advancement and research, every discovery I make will all be taken by you for your twisted agenda."

The floor beneath them trembled as Evan's rage resurfaced. Suddenly, with a loud, reverberating pop, Fabiano was slammed to the ground. His body hit the floor hard, its impact reverberating through the room. Despite his superhuman strength, Fabiano found himself pinned, unable to move even an inch. Gritting his teeth, he strained his muscles against the invisible force, but all his efforts were futile.

"You claim you don't control things, but everything in this world right now bends to your will," Evan spat, his words cutting through the silence like thunder. "Is this a joke?"

Evan's mind raced as he pieced everything together. He had suspected the Federation's twisted nature before, but now the truth was undeniable. Their encrypted blocks had kept the full truth hidden—until now.

It was a cesspool of corruption, orchestrated by the vilest man of all: Walter Thompson. That shadowy puppeteer pulling strings, hoarding advancements meant for humanity's upliftment. Technologies that could save lives and revolutionize the world, suppressed and buried for their profit and power.

Evan's voice darkened as he continued further. "There were treatments—cures for cancer with a 90% success rate, even at Stage 4. But Walter? He commanded everyone for it to be suppressed and anyone who didn't comply paid the ultimate price."

Fabiano's breaths grew labored as Evan's words bore down on him like a crushing weight.

"How did you know all this?" Fabiano managed, his voice tinged with shock.

But Evan ignored it and continued.

"And anyone who rises to power must bow to the Federation," Evan sneered. "Be a part of it, or get destroyed. That's how you work, isn't it? Solving problems between people? If that were true, why the hell are wars still raging everywhere?"

Evan raised his hand, his fingers curling into a tight grip. Fabiano's body jerked upwards, lifted into the air by an unseen force. Panic flashed across his pale face as he dangled helplessly under Evan's control.

The guards ignored his outbursts and continued to drag him toward the exit. But Fabiano twisted his neck to glare at Evan, his face contorting in fury.

"You arrogant fool! The Federation doesn't forget. You've crossed a line, and they'll come for you, your people, and everything you hold dear!" He coughed violently, spitting blood onto the cracked floor as his voice grew louder, trembling with rage. "Do you hear me? This world isn't big enough to hide you! Walter Thompson himself will deal with you!"

Evan remained silent, his icy gaze locked on Fabiano. His expression didn't waver, but the coldness in his eyes sent a chill through everyone present in the room.

Fabiano's screams devolved into curses while he was dragged further away, his voice reverberating through the walls. "You think your strength makes you untouchable? The Federation will crush you like the insect you are, and I'll be there to watch you beg for mercy!"

One of the guards grunted, clearly tired of Fabiano's ranting. "Shut up, or we'll make this even worse for you."

Fabiano spat at the guard, his arrogance undimmed despite his battered state. "You're all dead men walking! The Federation owns this world—you don't stand a chance!"

Evan finally moved, his footsteps deliberate as he approached the door. His presence alone silenced the room. Stopped just short of Fabiano's writhing form, he gestured for the guards to continue.

Fabiano's voice cracked as he was dragged out of the room, his curses fading into the distance. The tension in the air felt heavy, the weight of Fabiano's threats lingering even after he was gone.

Evan stood motionless for a moment, his face unreadable. At last, he turned to Aurora's holographic figure. His voice was calm but firm. "Make sure no trace of him is left within these walls. And keep a close eye on the Federation's movements."

Aurora nodded, her tone laced with caution. [They won't take this lightly, Sir. Fabiano's threats weren't empty.]

"I know," Evan said quietly, his gaze hardening.

Evan then recalled the times when someone tried to make him bow, he would accept it, only to strike back in secret. But now, things have changed. He didn't need to make a false act of accepting or retreating.

Now, he had the power to do what he believed in.