Z God is Caesar Ivanowsky?!

In the large hall, a bunch of neatly dressed businessmen sat on a podium. Across them, several audiences were seated. At a corner of the room, some reporters sat in an orderly fashion, their equipment in hand.

One of them suddenly stood up. "Mr. Fischer, according to a reliable source, it was scheduled that you would be signing the contract and giving the land to the chairman of XL, Mr. Caesar Ivanowsky on Monday. But you suddenly changed your mind and decided to give it to Mr. Rowland. Is there some reason for this sudden change?"

The man addressed as Mr. Fischer looked at him and a flash of unease crept into his mind. He knew that what he was doing was wrong. But he couldn't help it as his hands were tied. He hoped Caesar would understand.

The other man sitting next to him flashed him an hidden smirk. One that only Mr. Fischer understood and he felt fear at the sight.

Mr. Fischer clenched his fists. "Can we proceed, Mr. Rowland?"

Mr. Rowland didn't bother replying him and he turned to the reporters,, an haughty expression clearly on his face. "We shall begin."

He turned to another corner of the room and waved his hand. Almost immediately, the projector shone and series of slides rolled out. He was about to retract his hand when the main door was jerked open with a bang. The smug smile on his face stiffened as he looked in the direction of the intruder. He completely zoned out at the sight of that face. Not even the shuffle of the reporters as they scrambled around the hall in unease or Mr. Fischer collapsing backwards with the chair woke him out of his daze.

He had clearly concealed it. He made sure that the news was not leaked out and only a couple of trusted reporters were invited to have witnesses for the event. So, how exactly did Z God know of it? He could feel his heart palpitating in his chest. Most importantly, how is he related to that Caesar? Or otherwise, why would he appear here?

Even Caesar hadn't known that the deal he had worked hard for for a year was being stolen from under his nose. He couldn't be surprised though. After all, the famous chairman of XL, Caesar Ivanowsky had never appeared in public eye, leaving his assistant to deal with things for him.

Such blatant arrogance!

The sound of footsteps nearing him, immediately woke him out of his stupor. He had forgotten that there was a more important matter on ground. Why Z God was in his signing event?

He lifted his head and he ultimately met with the penetrating gaze of the other man.

Caesar glanced at the man before pulling the chair that had fallen from Mr. Fischer's butt and took a seat. He glanced at Mr. Rowland who was fidgeting in his seat. "Mr. Rowland, is it?"

Mr. Rowland looked at the tall and mighty man as he trembled in his seat. He stuttered, "Z God…"

Caesar hadn't even been looking at him anymore. His gaze was on the other man on the floor as he tapped impatiently on the table. His deep, baritone voice resonated in the hall making everyone shudder. "I heard you snatched my deal."

Silence!

The hall became increasingly silent after his words as they all tried to fathom what his words meant.

His deal?

Mr. Rowland's eyes widened and he slumped into his chair. "You…you're Caesar Ivanowsky?"

Caesar laughed. But to the ears of his audience, it suddenly sounded like the declaration of war. "Dear Mr. Rowland, didn't your parents teach you not to play with fire lest you get burnt?" He got up from the seat and looked at Zaviero who was standing on the podium. He gave a nod which the other party understood.

Soon enough, the slides changed and another scene appeared. In the video, an high school student was kidnapped and bundled into a car. Afterwards, the slide moved again and this time, it showed five men invading someone's house in the middle of the night. Threatening the man with the video of the kidnapped girl, they forced him to sign a contract and left.

Of course, the five men in the video were none other than Mr. Rowland and his lackeys. And the man and the kidnapped girl was Mr. Fischer and his daughter.

Caesar turned around in his seat as the office chair twirled under his butt. His slender fingers twirled a fountain pen he picked from the ground with a ghost of a smile on his lips. He chuckled, "What a good show."

He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms and looked in the direction of the reporters. "Are you people done?"

They all nodded meekly.

He continued. "You can leave."

Immediately, the door was opened and the reporters stumbled out of the hall and Caesar bodyguards swiftly closed the door almost immediately.

Seeing that the windows have also been covered, he finally stood up from his chair and approached Mr. Fischer. Leaning slightly, he helped him up by the shoulder and made him seat. Afterwards, he stood by the side, his eyes fixated on Mr. Fischer alone. "He threatened you with your daughter's life. I accept that. But why didn't you inform me immediately and decided to give the land to him. You didn't trust me enough, did you?"

"No. I…"

"Anyway, you didn't believe I could save your daughter's life, did you?"

Mr. Fischer cowered under his gaze, not daring to look at the man. He had heard of Z God but he didn't know the Italian crime boss was so near to him.

Caesar finally said, "Your daughter is back at home. You can return to Los Angeles."

Mr. Fischer looked at him and nodded gratefully before scampering out of the room. Caesar finally turned to Mr. Rowland. He sneered, "I admire you a lot, Mr. Rowland. You've got real guts. Seeing the other man slumped in defeat, he gave a cruel smile and began walking towards him. "You even bullied a man in his own country. If he were not so gullible h, there were lots of loopholes in your plan to deal with you. I guess Los Angeles is also your home in some way, Antonio Rowlands."

Seeing the man's stunned face, he snorted, "Thought I wouldn't find out? Anyway, I don't have much time to chat with you." He beckoned to his assistant who placed a file in front of Antonio. "Sign it."

Antonio looked at the man's stoic face and felt fear rise within him. He hesitated. But, he didn't dare not to sign it. He had heard of how cruel Z God was? Even his cousin who was also a crime boss dared not cross ways with the mafia boss. He picked up the file and scribbled his signature on it before slumping out of the chair as if he were about to faint.

Caesar chuckled and stretched out his hand for an handshake. "Nice cooperation, Mr. Rowlands."

Antonio Rowlands looked at the man's hand outstretched towards him and trembled as he shook hands with him.

Caesar nodded with satisfaction even though he didn't get to do what he had planned earlier. Anyway, this was also good. He said with a grave tone, not releasing the other man's hand. "The next time you harm a girl, I'll personally cut off these fingers of yours."

Afterwards, a howl of pain rang in the room and Caesar left with his men. Antonio looked at his broken fingers in pain as he wondered just how strong was the tyrant to be able to break his fingers with just an handshake