1 hour later, Demar and his men arrived at a deck, where they were going to do the trade.
Demar had thirty-two men on the deck with him along with his assistant/best friend/tech guy and his righthand, Demarco.
Overall, Demar had two hundred men working for him. Those two hundred men of his all have their tasks.
He has a lawyer, a family doctor, a pilot, fifty bodyguards, which was split in half for his mother and him, fifty men that handle drugs for him, other fifty men which handle weapons, thirty-two men that supply in the marketing business and the other fifteen that run errands and watch over his mansion.
Today, this big mission they were on was to successfully take over the Bins' Betting company.
The Bins were known for having the most casino all over Night Love city, Night Dark city, Westland city which has the most profiting sales record and last Night Light city.
The Bins have been in business for a long time, and Demar wanted a share of that, not just a share of the profit and fame, but to be called the boss of a big betting company.
Demar has wonderful business skills, which makes him own over ten big companies, and if he gets this deal, he will be owning his fourteen big companies.
The reason this mission was so important for Demar was because he has been trying for over five years now to make the Bins agree to sell their company to him.
But to be fair, who would want to just sell their company if they were making over 72 million dollars a year?
While on deck, two guards had ordered and led Demar and his men to a massive room at the bottom of the ship.
As they arrive at the room, the two guards left, then Demar catch his breath before opening the door and walking in.
As Demar and his men entered, everyone's eyes were set on them.
The room had top wanted criminals, big businessmen and women, lawyers, etc.
As Demar looked around to avoid the gaze of everyone, someone spoke as they were approaching Demar.
"Could it be that you are lost, sir?"
As the man who just spoke was before Demar, Demar looked the man up and down before replying, "Good day, Mr Brian-bowl, that's an interesting name you got there!"
Mr Brian-bowl looks at Demar with a strange look and asks, "Do I know you?"
Demar smiles before saying, "My apologies. I am Mr Benjamin. I would say please to finally meet you, but I was never interested in meeting you, so please to meet you."
Mr Brian-bowl was getting kind of interested in Demar since Demar had known his name but was never interested in meeting him, which had him thinking that he may even know more about him why he was never interested in him.
Being curious about Demar, Mr Brian-bowl smiles then says, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Benjamin. Please, enjoy your time here."
Demar gave off a weak smile before walking away with his men.
While walking to head to a private room where the deal will be made, Demarco touch Demar with his elbow and whispers to him, "I see the show you put on out there, well played."
Demar smiles at what Demarco had whispered to him, then raises his right hand, showing his middle finger to Demarco.
As the others who were behind Demar and Demarco saw what just happened behind Demar and Demarco, they all laugh and tease a little.
Soon after, they had finally reached the Bins' private room.
Demar greeted the guards who stood by the door before entering and left five men outside the door to help those two guards if anything was to go badly.
"Welcome, Mr Benjamin. It's good to see you again," one of the Bins spoke as Demar entered.
"It's good to meet you again, older Bins and younger Bins. But I'm hoping that today could be the last we meet in a formal like this, but to meet in a more friendly partnership manner," Demar greeted as he shake hands with older Bins.
"I like your style," older Bins said, "Please, have a seat."
Demar took his seat while Demarco stood beside him and the two Bins sat next to each other.
"So, what's your proposal?" younger Bins asked.
Demar took out a picture with a new logo for the Bins' Betting Company, then said, "This is what I have planned."
When the two Bins look at the picture, they were confused about what Demar was trying to bring across.
"Mr Benjamin, what's this?" older Bins asked in a confused tone.
"I have visited and held meetings with you both for five years. Yet, my proposal was never up to standard for any of you. . ." Demar said, "But, I find it surprising that after you gave someone else half of your company, then they took away half of the money the company owns, you decide to call another meeting asking if I am interested in showing my proposal again."
The two Bins were silent to the fact Demar had known about them selling half of their company and end up being robbed.
"Haha, Mr Benjamin, what are you saying?" older Bins asked as he tried to shove what Demar had just said aside.
Demar didn't respond, but pulled out his gun and put it on the table where everyone in the room could see.
"Haha, Mr Benjamin, no need for this," the older Bins said as he still tried to play things cool.
Demar snaps his finger, then point to one of his men.
The man Demar points at never hesitated, but pulled out his gun and put it at the older Bins head.
"Haha, Mr Benjamin. . . come on now," older Bins laughs as he tried to play it cool.
Demar looks at his man with the gun in his hand and said, "Take it off safety."
The man smirks at the old Bins, then did as he was told.
"Any more bullshit you would want to give me?" Demar asked in a bitter tone.
Both Bins were quiet as a lamb and refused to say anything that could trigger Demar.
*Sigh*
"You know what I find interesting? That you both tried to rip me off. . ." Demar said as he lean back and folded his arm over his chest.
"I don't like to play a fool by anyone, so what you can do for me is to sign this contract handing everything over to me," Demar said as Demarco took out a contract and slide it across the table to the young Bins.
The young Bins hesitate at first to sign, but when he looked over at his brother who had a gun to his head, his only option was to sign.