Chapter 39: 39. Breaking Dawn Encounter: Yang POV

The lights of the buildings were captured by my dark glasses. But I feigned no mind about its beauty and colorful views.

All I cared about was to meet an executive of the Golden Circle. Nothing more, nothing else.

I was inside a black limousine, drinking a glass of wine on my right hand. Smoking a stick of tobacco without caring about its extreme nicotine content that could harm my health. 

I was mesmerized by the sensation vigorously. Because I had nothing to scare about. Every man of my age would act an alpha lightheartedly. 

As a son of a rich and influential family, envy would be sensed from my haters.

A lust of extravagant lifestyle could hook some gold diggers, and without a doubt, it was the dream of everyone to live leisurely. 

The world would tremble in fear of my incredible power. 

I was blessed with good looks, money, and luck. No one was above me. Not even a God could harm me. No one else could defeat me, but only I could do it. 

'I'm Yang Cuizo. The future Headmaster of the Golden Circle. Everyone should know it very well. No questions ask,' I announced inside my head. 

I released a cloud of smoke and took a sip on my glass. 

'Delicious,' I smiled happily. 

My lips pursed upon seeing the hotel coming closer. I could see it through the window. We're almost there. 

Thirty-three minutes later. 

"Milord, we have arrived," the chauffeur mentioned, opening the door for me. "Good," I exited the vehicle and stepped foot on the ground. 

Four of my bodyguards approached in a distance and greeted me. 

"Greetings, milord. By the order of your uncle, we're selected to accompany you as your escort," the leader of the group saluted. "Hmph, let's move," I waved a hand, giving them the privilege to walk alongside me.

I found a lot of people who were belonged to a upper class families coming into the building. Most of them are associates of the organization. These people were only collaborating to us in the shadow for mutual understanding. 

As I observed them, I was overwhelmed with curiosity. They were wearing expensive formal and elegant outfits that mostly used to attend a big party. 

'Is there an event tonight, huh? I'm intrigued to participate. I want to see it myself,' I was excited. 

We entered the building and followed the steps that the guests did. 

One by one, we were slowly approached the front desk. The invited guests got permitted to enter, and they were guided inside  by the attendants who were wearing a red uniforms. 

I wasn't planning to line up, but since this was a territory of the headmaster, I had to comply.

My position was at stake. 

I didn't want to humiliate my clan and showed an inappropriate or disrespectful behavior inside of this building. Because I knew it would greatly affect the mutual relationship of our clan with this household. 

But my patience were inadequatedly tested after we finally set foot in the front desk. 

An old but beautiful lady placed a hand on her chest and smiled. 

"Good evening. Welcome to Fly High Hotel. May I know the reason for your visit?" the receptionist implored. "Greetings, we've come here to make an audience with the headmaster. Don't ask my name. I'm just an escort of our young master. But let me introduce you to the greatest ruler of our domain. His name is Mr. Yang, the next heir of the Cuizo clan," the leader of the group stated. 

"Do you have an invitation or something to prove it?" the receptionist tilted her head with a curious tone. "Here," my bodyguard handed the emblem of our family, a green gem with a mark of reversed dragon head. 

She nodded her head and slid the item back to him. 

"Oh, I thought you were going to rent a room. Never mind, please wait for a second," the receptionist tapped the open button on the monitor. Then, she scanned my face through the optic terminal behind her. "So what now?" I folded my arms across my chest with a serious tone. "My apologies, I am only following the procedure to keep the building secured," the receptionist hung her down in apology. 

I took a peek and saw my image in the monitor. 

Classified: Uninvited guest. 

Noted: The headmaster permits to let him join the event. 

'Huh? Does the headmaster anticipated it?' I was confused. 

"What's taking you so long? Make it faster," I inquired. "The scan is completed. It is unfortunate you weren't given a card yet. But rest assure, we will prepare it right away," the receptionist clutched her hands together between her small chest and smiled. 

"Good, make haste," I instructed with a firm look. "Worry not. You will immediately guided inside. But first, you have to do us a favor first. Please surrender all of your weapons and put them all in this big briefcase for safety precaution, gentlemen," the receptionist pulled out a huge silver case from the front desk. 

"Excuse me. But why do we have to surrender our weapons?" the leader of my guards asked politely. "Once again, I apologize on behalf of our management. Early this morning, the institute hotel was attacked by a terrorist. We're on high alert right now. To prevent it to happen again, our management is tasked to strictly prohibit people to bring a weapon inside," the receptionist explained with a smiling face.

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"Don't make us laugh. Don't you know the Cuizo clan, miss? We ain't a terrorist. This is outrageous," the leader of my bodyguards slammed the desk angrily. "Hey... please stay calm. We're only following the regulation of our company, sir," the receptionist was unfazed, keeping a professional face in front of us. 

'This is really a form of incivility, miss,' I glared at her with lips pursed.

"Are you telling me that I am not worthy of protection, miss?" I inquired, demanding an explanation. "I'm so sorry, sir. I don't mean to say it like that. We're only doing our job to keep this building safe," the receptionist hung her head down again. 

"Perhaps, we should talk with your manager about this. I'm pretty sure he is more considerate than you, miss," I suggested mockingly. "Oh, dear, that's troublesome. It is frightening to hear. Fufu~ too bad. I'm the manager too," the receptionist covered a hand on her mouth. 

'This girl... She's mocking me,' I accused as she secretly pulled a tabloid in her hand. She hovered a finger on the emergency button. 

"Hey, chill out. As I said before, we just wanted to make an audience with his excellency. If the young master wishes it, then please follow his command," the leader of the escort demanded. "I'm sorry, but we are only following the instruction of our boss. And let me tell you this, he's more powerful than you are. If you don't follow this simple advice, then, please. You're free to go," the receptionist flicked a finger, and a lot of security appeared on the scene. 

'Hey, hey, are you kiddin' me? Don't they know who am I? This is completely insane. She's really contempt about my existence,' I gritted my teeth. 

My bodyguards pulled me behind them. Then, they covered me for a possible assault. 

"Hey, hey, stop this. Are you out of your mind? We're part of the same organization!" I chided. "Even though we're part of the same group, we're not completely going to tolerate your trespassing, sir," the receptionist declared. 

"T-t-trespassing? What the fuck are you talking about? You're crazy. Didn't I send a delegation or notify your management that I will pay my visit? Stop this nonsense. I'm an heir of the Cuizo!" I argue, rumbling my feet once. "Then, I'm just a mere servant who devoted her life to the household of Mingxi. I am only my job. It is our duty to perform our utmost service for the sake of the business," the receptionist smiled happily, but deep inside, the meaning was otherwise.

'Shit, why are they hostile to a member of a clan family? Damn it, it is really annoying to have an independent policy within the organization. The decentralization is keeping us divided. Fuck, I cannot let this pass. Screw this,' I clicked my tongue. 

Every clan had its own rules. That's why you had to follow their own policy whether you like it or not. 

"What do you want then?" I implored nervously. "Hand over your weapons. And we will let you in. That's all," the receptionist stated promptly. 

"Boys, do what she requested," I commanded. "But sir, this isn't right. Your mother will not be pleased to hear about this," the leader of the bodyguards announced. 

'I know. But I feel like this receptionist and the security team ain't easy as what they seem,' I commented inside my head. 

"Just do it. Hand it over," I demanded. "Yes, young master. As you wish," he gave in. 

"Thank you very much," the receptionist was pleased. "We're only doing this because the young master is humble enough to follow your fuckin' safety policy, miss," he declared angrily. 

My men surrendered their weapons, one by one. 

Two minutes later, we were given a green card to enter the place without any problem. 

"That fuckin' receptionist is dumb. Can they see your greatness, young master?" my bodyguard complained. "I know. I know. You don't have to say it out loud. It is a simple policy. We don't have to exaggerate things," I instructed. 

"But you are the heir of our clan. They should know their place," my bodyguard reminded me. "But doesn't it apply to us? If I am in her place, I will do the same too," I giggled. 

"We will write a report of complaint later, sir. We will make them pay for what they did," my bodyguard affirmed. "Yeah, and make sure this clan won't stand a chance to appeal for an apology. I want... I want them to taste their own same medicine," I smirked. 

'But this is weird. Why they are looking too strong in my eyes? That receptionist is an exception,' I looked behind, but they looked weaker than an average in the eyes of the administration.

"By the way, do you have any idea what happened here again?" I inquired for information. "The headmaster was attacked by Zuelo the Gunning man. That's why they are very cautious to us, I believed," my bodyguard responded. 

"Zuelo? That fuckin' son of a bitch did that?" I was bewildered. "Yes, sir. As a matter of fact, we checked the classified information from our source in Freedom City that this guy tried to take over this clan by killing the headmaster. But in his peak of a successful attempt, he and his men met their fatal end," my bodyguard mumbled. 

'Oh... That's a befitting end for a stupid pest of the organization. Who would even believe he will pull out such a crazy idea to attack a powerful man?' I laughed it off. 

"What's his rank again? C-Class or lower than that? I remember he was just nobody when I met him at the conference two years ago," I enunciated. "B-Class, sir. Zuelo the Gunning Man got promoted to that rank last year. And as far as we concerned, rumors stated he will receive another promotion this coming October," the bodyguard whispered in my ears. 

"Oooh, poor bastard. He wasted his talent for a ridiculous coup. He just dig his own grave. He should just ask for a duel if he wished to take over it. Hays, what an idiot," I gurgled into laughter. "You're right, milord. What a waste," my bodyguard heaved a tiring sigh. 

"To tell you the truth, I come here to pick a fight," I declared. "Excuse me, sir. But do you think they will accept the challenge after what happened?" my bodyguard was worried. "They don't have a choice. Regardless of what happened, I know he will accept. The headmaster is notorious or more like, he is infamous for causing trouble in the elders during his prime. At the age of 18, he defeated a lot of elders and proclaimed himself as the new head. Every family accepted it unanimously out of fear. Then, he forced his wife to marry him. Isn't that a wonderful story? Right? I, I want to enact the same situation that he did. And this night will start a new era of the Golden Circle," I asserted. 

"We got your back, young master. If we look at your stats right now, you will definitely win the duel," my bodyguard declared proudly. "I know. Because I am stronger among my peers in the household," I winked an eye in confidence. 

"I heard there is a party in the event area. We should go there to meet them too," my bodyguard suggested. "Yeah, we should be. Honestly, I cannot wait to meet my future spouse at this moment," I simpered. 

'Man, that cold stare is giving me a chilling sensation. I want to fuck her right now. If the headmaster allows me, I will fight her to a duel. Then, if she loses, I will force her into marriage. I will make her my first wife in my harem,' I gurgled into laughter inside my head. 

I was more handsome than the East Asian pop models, and I was more good-looking than the Hollywood stars in the movie. Whilst she was an angel in a flesh. She's the only female heir of the Mingxi family. 

Both of us were meant to be. Handsome x Beauty. 

We would produced a magnificent child for the family.

'Oh... I will fuck you up, princess,' I tasted my lips with my tongue as I imagined her being naked on my bed. 

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