He blamed the f*reigner for It, after all In his mind If his daughter found herself a c*ineese man then It wouldn't have happened.
It didn't take long before they met the man In question with his now wife by his side.
"Let me Introduce you to the A*rica's uncrowned King Abdul Andragon"
Hopes Grandpa said while pointing at the black-skinned tall and muscular A*rican male who seemed to only be In his forties.
While his gorgeous wife was no older than twenty.
I had to say the bigshot really knew how to choose, the woman had an hourglass figure with curves that could rival even Hopes before she received the gene resequencing serum.
The woman seemed to be a mix between an A*ian and A*rican beauty which resulted In one exotic combination.
A ring with a diamond as big as a golf ball decorated her finger.
The thing must have cost millions If not more.
The two were surrounded by the most notorious arms dealers and richest oil tyrants from all over the world.
Around them worldwide famous singers, world wide know actors and celebrities Intermingled between themselves.
"Eclipse my dear friend how I've missed you"
The man said as he clasped Eclipse's hand and hugged him like he was his true blood brother.
"It's been a while, Mr. Andragon"
Hopes Grandpa answered as the man let go of him.
"Oh no need for formalities, I think I already told you that didn't I Eclipse?"
The man asked while flashing a smile as he showed off his white as paper teeth.
"You did Mr. Andragon but there are so many people, so It's only right that I set an example otherwise others might start thinking that you are a pushover"
Eclipse said while pointing with his eyes at the people staring at them.
"Hahaha, Mr. Apex Is as disciplined and observant as ever, It seems like I had too much to drink"
He laughed as he swiveled his glass of wine while scanning the people with his calculating eyes.
"And who might these two be?"
Abdul asked as his gaze landed on me and Hope.
"That's my granddaughter Hope and her boyfriend Dracula Von Death, apparently he deals In similar business I do"
Hopes grandpa Introduced us.
"Oh yes I can see that pleasure meeting you Mr. von Death"
Abdul said as he offered me a handshake which I returned.
"That's quite the grip you have there Mr. Death"
Abdul couldn't help but comment after letting go of my hand.
"I use a lot of supplements"
I answered while shrugging my shoulders causing the man to laugh out loud only to hear Hope make a snarky comment on the side.
''More like a s*itload of steroids''
Hearing this I gave Hope the stink eye while giving her asscheek a pinch causing her to straighten up.
''Asshole''
She whispered while giving my foot a good old stomp which didn't go unnoticed by Abdul who chose to pretend his eyes were closed.
"Hahaha, and you I might say are the reincarnation of Helen of Troy"
Abdul complimented Hope as he kissed the back of her hand to the jealous glare of his new wife.
"Thanks"
Hope answered simply.
"How about this why don't we sit down and get more familiar?"
Abdul suggested while pointing at the biggest empty table.
"Sure why not"
I said as I did we sat down at the table, and It didn't take long before the waiters started bringing over ridiculously expensive and luxurious.
Dishes and alcohol, we dug In, drank, and chatted while the world around us continued to spin.
"Mr. Abdul, how about ten oil tankers of crude oil?"
One of the already-drunk oil tycoons suggested.
"Sure why not"
The tipsy Abdul responded.
"Excellent"
The tycoon raised this shot and downed It In one go.
Deals were made one after another without any official contracts but that wasn't surprising, afterall these bigshots' words carried more credibility than any contract.
If they broke their word, then how could they ever do business in the future?
At the same time all kinds of secrets that would make any news channels that reported them explode.
We're casually disclosed among us, to the point that some less tyrannical bigshots politely excused themselves.
For example, a world-renowned married actress s*cked off an arms dealer for a paycheck of millions.
A worldwide famous singer just recently participated In an o*gy, where she used her b*dy to s*tisfy at least ten media bigshots for her worldwide popularization.
Yet I wasn't surprised at all, after all, I had lived for one hundred years so I had seen It all.
Something as small as s*xual favors among the elite was nothing shocking for me, but If reporters managed to sneak In and hear this, then all hell would break loose.
But they weren't going to, Abdul had made sure of that.
"Mr. Andragon, Its really weird so far I haven't spotted a single reporter It's as If they disappeared from the face of the E*rth"
One of the oil tycoons pointed out.
"Hahaha, well that's because I made sure that they would either experience problems with the customs office"
"Or get detained for the suspicions of having d*ugs, guns, or anything else you can think of"
Abdul said revealing that he b*ibed the Islands officials thoroughly for his wedding because he didn't want to get It ruined by the pesky flies.
By the time the whole table was covered by empty liquor bottles, only I, Gramps, and the unofficial King were left.
Everyone else tapped out while Hope and the wife were having the time of their life on the dance floor.
Hope and Abdul's wife, Jasmine, swayed to the rhythm of the music, their movements fluid and captivating.
The dance floor was filled with people, but the two women stood out, drawing admiring glances from everyone around them.
Their laughter was infectious, a stark contrast to the serious deals being made at the tables.
As the song ended, Hope excused herself and made her way to the bar, her eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces.
She ordered a drink and leaned against the counter, pulling out her smartphone to check her messages. The screen lit up with notifications, and she became engrossed in reading through them.
Unbeknownst to her, the young master Tang had been watching her intently. His face twisted into a smirk as he saw his opportunity.
Moving swiftly and stealthily, he approached the bar. The bartender was momentarily distracted, giving Tang the perfect chance to pour a substance into Hope's drink. The liquid dissolved instantly, leaving no trace.
Hope turned around, her attention still on her phone. She didn't notice Tang slipping away, a satisfied grin on his face. She took a sip of her drink, oblivious to the danger that now lurked within it.
...
"Sigh, those terrorists are really making my head hurt"
Abdul said as he leaned Into his chair his heart aching at the amount of money he was losing every single day those terrorists continued to disturb his business that spanned all the A*fican continent.
"I'm really sorry Abdul but it's just that they're too well equipped I simply can't pull any more resources without arousing the suspicion of my g*vernment"
The equally frustrated Eclipse who supplied Abdul with decommissioned arms from C*ina's military said.
"Sigh, I understand I'm not blaming you"
Abdul said.
Hearing this I remained silent because I didn't have any obligation to help them, even though I could easily take care of their problem by myself.
Only from the corner of my view to catch a glimpse of the young master starting to escort the slipping In and out of consciousness Hope as he ravenously squeezed and pulled Hope's ass.
Immediately I felt a primal wrath overtake me, I had never felt something like that even before I killed my first victim which added up to the thousands at this point.
This caused my mind to become numb to the killing which coupled with my augmentations to my brain made me view killing humans the same as accidentally stepping on ants.
With controlled speed that still was even faster than u*ain b*lt I sprinted towards the man, grabbed his head, and slammed him Into the floor.
Although no matter how I wanted to pulverize the f*ckers face, that dared lay his hand on something that I considered mine and my alone.
I still controlled my strength to a bare minimum so that, the young master would survive his faces up close and personal Impact with the floor.
After all, there were too many witnesses.
"Arghhh!"
A blood-freezing and soul-shattering scream echoed out through the structure causing the DJ to turn off his music while every other guest turned their heads to look at the wriggling like a worm man.