Aatrox, A God King In A Modern World

Aatrox had researched during the day about the best method to divulge the paperwork he had achieved when he invaded the Price Industries tower and what he found on the internet was to send it to as many media as possible, they could even have friendship with one or two newspapers and magazines, but if he sent it to many, it would be impossible for the Price family to control, and if the newspapers and magazines they had friendsh.i.p.s posted nothing, the public and the competing media would start to question, making it impossible for them to keep themselves without publishing anything, despite the friendship they could have.

But only the doc.u.ments he had could put the Price family in a police investigation only for the financial part. Aatrox knew that they didn't do things wrong only in the financial part, Anthony had told him that they were very close to the underworld, in addition to the rumours about them trafficking organs. Aatrox wanted to see if he could get something more today, to make an attack a little more powerful.

Today's visit was not meant to decimate the Price family, no, that would be very easy for them, Aatrox wanted to make them fear it little by little. Every day they'd be more and more sorry for offending you.

After a few minutes of running, Aatrox arrived at the address he had found on the internet of the Price family mansion. Looking from a distance, he could see a large luxurious mansion, a huge garden, through the open gate of the large garage, Aatrox saw a man in an obviously more expensive designer suit than the others, saying something quietly to the seven men who were in front of him. Of these seven men, six were in a cheap suit holding a man in an oily suit. Suddenly, the dirty man tried to say something but was kicked in the stomach by one of the men who were apparently the guards of the man in designer clothes.

Aatrox saw the man, who was supposed to be Ashton holding up a pair of pliers saying something to the guards, when Aatrox tried to read Ashton's lips, the latter instinctively turned around the direction Aatrox was in. Aatrox hid behind a tree while just before Ashton's gaze hit where he was.

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Ashton Lancaster Price, 47, patriarch of the Price family, one of the most powerful and renowned families in Red River City.

While the other powerful families allocated the forces to develop in most areas within the law, I saw the opportunity to enter and dominate the underworld after my father hired without knowing a master of cultivation to be my personal trainer. After a few years training with this master, my father saw that I was learning fast and decided to start giving much more money to this master, to try to convince him to teach me something beyond what he taught everyone. For our happiness, he taught me cultivation. With the power I acquired, I began to control some delinquent gangs, until I expanded into small gangs, medium gangs, large gangs, until I joined the trinity of the underworld of Red River. Unfortunately, the other two members of the trinity are also cultivators from some of the most prestigious families who have sent some branches to dominate Red River.

I only managed to stay in the trinity because I became stronger than the other two, knowing that if one of them tried to destroy me the other would use the opportunity to take control, each one kept the knife around the other's neck not letting anyone take more advantage than the other.

Last weekend, my son was attacked by a mysterious cultivator at the farmers' convention in Red River. "Coincidentally" this mysterious cultivator also appeared in my company and after subduing my most trusted friend in the company, he took some roles that can put my family in trouble.

If he had just done that without sending any kind of warning, I could get more relaxed and send some growers hired to go after this grower, but unfortunately, this grower decided to try to send a message to me through my son and Robert. Apparently he doesn't have other people behind him, but I don't doubt that this is the setup of the other two trinity families to try to fit me in.

Now if they think that sending a single cultivator to try to attack my family alone will work, they are very wrong. I hired the mercenary group Golden Fox to help in the defense of my family and paid an extra bonus for them to cause some losses to the families that are plotting this against my Price family.

Today was the day the Golden Fox mercenaries would arrive. They would come prepared with their own vehicles, guns and tools, I just have to provide the money from the deal that they will take care of the rest, but not to leave the car that they came apparent, I came to the garage of the mansion to have the mechanic open some spaces for them to put the cars, but when I arrived, this filthy pig was leaning with his dirty fingers on one of my cars.

"What the f.u.c.k do you think you're doing, you retard!" I cried out in anger.

When the pig heard me screaming, I could smell the fear coming from him as he said. "No, Mr. Price, there was a bug stuck on the hood of the car and I was pulling it out, please forgive me." He started begging while he was lowering his head.

"My subordinates buy gloves for you for what? "So you don't put those poor hands on my cars!" I kept shouting as I got closer and slapped this pig on the head with at least 20% of my strength.

With the strength of the slap of a Ranking Baron grower, the pig flew off and hit a shelf with cleaning parts. From one of these tables, a small screw rolled off the floor and touched the wheel of the car.

"Tsc... look what you did? Do you know how much it will cost to fix the damage that the bolt will do to the wheel?" I asked as I delighted in the face of despair he was making.

"Mr. Price... ...the bolt just touched the wheel, didn't spoil the noth..." He tried to explain himself, but I approached him and with my b.a.r.e hands, I started squeezing the tire until one of my fingers penetrated the rubber.

When he saw what my fingers had done with the tire, I could hear with my improved hearing him swallowing nervous saliva. "Look what you did... how much do you think this concert is gonna cost?" I asked again with an evil smile on my face.

"Mr. Price... I don't know..." He answered with a clearly terrified low voice.