Ronan entered the G Weaponry, his footsteps echoing down the hall. He had been quiet since the assassination attempt, focused on the task at hand. As he walked into the shareholder meeting, a sense of hope and relief washed over him. Even if he was miillions of years, Ronan looked younger than 20. His youthful looks often invited suspicion and disdain, and today would be no different

When he sat in the chairman's chair, the shareholders exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and confusion. One of the shareholders, an older man, said sarcastically.

"Young man, do you believe you are in the right place?" He smiled at her. "This is a shareholder meeting, not some child's play."

"What does someone your age know about running a company like this?" another added.

A third boldly said, "Is this a joke? The boy in the chairman's chair? Why trust the future of this company to someone who doesn't seem to have even started shaving?"

Ronan calmed down; His eyes were cold. He let every word slip through him without emotion. His time in the sky realm had long prepared him for such times. He had seen more than could be imagined. However, instead of responding immediately, it kept the negative feedback.

Then, after a long, tense silence, Ronan finally spoke. "You all seem worried about my presence here. If you don't like me that much, I offer a simple solution: Give me your share. I'll buy them all."

The room went quiet, and a few shareholders exchanged incredulous looks.

"Like hell, we're selling you our share," one of them hissed.

Ronan's eyes widened. "So how about I give you three times the original price?" he asked.

The mood in the room changed as they considered the proposal, their faces now a mixture of greed and hesitation. The idea of selling their shares at such a high price was tempting, but some still hold out.

Then a voice spoke, it was a hesitant young man. It was a teenage boy who sat quietly near the back. "I… can't sell my share. My grandfather gave me these parts. It's… it's everything for me."

Ronan turned to the boy and nodded. "You can hold on to that. I don't want to force anyone who doesn't want to sell. I will let you have them just don't get involved in company discussion anymore"

Watching closely, Celia watched Ronan's quiet determination with admiration. It was a kind gesture, showing respect and empathy for Ronan despite his great strength and past lies. This moment hit Celia hard, her mind quickly turning to Ronan's grandiose plans, wondering what he was really thinking. He had seen her change since the assassination attempt. There was something dark in him, something that moved him beyond mere revenge. He could feel that, but he couldn't figure out what his end game was yet.

With the boy's share taken care of, Ronan turned to the others. The tension in the room was palpable. He had no patience for such arrogance.

"Now it's about the rest of you," Ronan said, his voice sharper. "I know your dirty secret. Your financial misdeeds, your illegal dealings, your shady career. You wouldn't want that to be public, would you?"

Shareholders seemed uncomfortable one by one as Ronan's words cut through the room like a razor blade. Their expressions changed from anger to horror as they realized what Ronan was implying. It was not a threat that could be ignored. Their skeletons were in the closet, and Ronan knew all about it.

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"I'll give you a deal," Ronan continued, his voice soft and threatening. "I'm buying the shares and keeping your secret. If you refuse… well, let's just say your dirty laundry won't be hiding for long."

The shareholders exchanged horrified glances; There is obvious fear in their eyes now. One by one, they agreed to sell their shares, giving him 90% of the company. With the boy's 10% share still outstanding, Ronan now owned 90% of the company, effectively taking control.

As Celia watched, she was once again amazed at Ronan's coldness. She had seen this side of him before, but now, after the assassination attempt, it seemed different. There was something more cruel in his actions, something deeper in his mind.

"Let's move up to the next step," Ronan told Celia after signing the final shareholder papers. "Remember the file I gave you. Contact the leadership of Country A and let them know that we have made great strategic progress in weaponary and we want to talk."

As they made their way to the talking point, Celia glanced at Ronan, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"What are you planning?" she asked. her voice soft but genuinely interested.

Ronan's eyes were on her face; His expression is unreadable. After a moment he replied, "Wait till I tell you".

The simple answer piqued Celia's curiosity. She had grown accustomed to her enigmatic nature, but now something about her words meant something greater, something more.

Once the negotiations began, Ronan and Celia prepared with representatives of the Nation A military for their next steps at the Nation A military base. Looking at the young man in front of him, the commander expressed disbelief. He frowned, clearly suspicious of such a young man in such a serious discourse.

"Do you think we should rely on your technology? It's unproven," the general said, his voice skeptical.

Ronan wasted no time sending a report to the commander-in-chief. Looking at the letter, the commander's face went from suspicious to shocked.

"How could it be?" he asked. he asked. he asked, his voice incredulous, looking up from the report.

Ronan's cold, calculating eyes met hers. "We've already tried it. If you want proof, we can show it to you."

The commander hesitated, but finally agreed. When the weapons were tested, the results were undeniable. advanced aircraft, naval warfare technology, and weapons that can change the course of warfare. The general was interested, but unwilling to participate without further negotiations.

Ronan seized the moment. "I'm willing to lower the price on one condition," he said coolly. "I just want to go to war with Country B all alone and the war should be broadcasted all ovwr the world."

The commander's eyes widened in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Ronan's voice remained steady. "If I win, there will be weapons for Country A at 70% of the original price. If I fail, the weapon is free."

The commander's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Are you serious?" he asked.

Ronan's eyes remained fixed. "think about it. The world will see that Country A has the most advanced technology, and it will be a win for both of us."

Given the weight of Ronan's demands for information processing, the commander called upon the Country A President for guidance. The president, who communicated with the general throughout the process, was duped by one of his trusted colleagues—a past shareholder of G weaponry —and this colleague fed the president slanted information, and portrayed Ronan as a threat without recognizing his strategic intelligence. Acknowledging Ronan's strategic genius, the president foolishly saw it as an opportunity to get rid of Ronan and take control of the company

Blinded by greed, the president believed that if Ronan was removed, the company and its powerful technology would fall into his hands, giving him free access to weapons .

But Ronan had already predicted this. The President, blinded by his own ambition, signed the contract not knowing that Ronan had already deceived him. The president had obviously played into Ronan's hands.

With the deal now in progress, Ronan turned to the commander. "Which way does country B go?"

The commander pointed to the left.

"Z, bring the drone for the Broadcast," Ronan said quietly. His business attire instantly changed, he switched to his black battle suit, it glowed slightly with blue stripes. He went to the troops they had there and asked one of them to pilot the jet for him.