Somewhere far and unknown.
A large and magnificent building stood erected in the depths of a dark forest and mountain. It would be hard for an ordinary person to know about the existence of such a place because of how hidden it was.
Inside the main hall of the building, which looked more like a big palace, an old man dressed in a green robe could be seen bowing his head toward a young man who was dressed in black.
The young man was exuding a strong and irresistible aura despite not making any move.
"Good day, my Lord," the old man cupped his hands closer to his chest and greeted him with his voice filled with respect and reverence.
In the world where strong and wealthy people rule, strong people are always respected and revered by others.
If Damon were there, he would have been able to recognize the old man. It was the old man who bumped into him, giving him a creepy feeling, since he felt something had happened, but he couldn't tell what it was.
"Raise. Why are you here? Is there any information about my son?" The middle-aged man, who was dressed in a black outfit, asked in a hoarse tone.
"Yes, my Lord. I made contact with your son. I took the Dark Nether Ring and replaced it with something else because I felt everyone in that party coveted it, especially the Hernández," the old man said.
The man snorted coldly, and an invisible pressure exuded from him, suffocating the old man before him.
"My Lord," the old man gnashed his teeth, finding it hard to withstand the insurmountable pressure that locked on him.
"Do you mean the Hernandez family are after my son?" the middle-aged man in black cloth asked in a cold tone and the old man nodded his head quickly.
"Yes, my Lord. I have replaced the ring with something else. Even if she auctioned it, she would only have herself to be blamed for coveting the Dark Nether Ring of the Young Master," the old man said with a mischievous smile on his face.
"That's nice. What if they try to harm him?" The middle-aged man asked.
"Did you give the life-saving talisman to him?" The man asked.
The old man hesitated for a while before speaking up. "I'm sorry, my Lord. I made a grave mistake earlier. I put the Life Changing Talisman inside his pocket instead. He can only survive if he's chosen," the old man began to cough uncontrollably as the middle-aged man sitting on a throne glared at him fiercely.
"If anything happens to my son, I won't hesitate to break that so-called barrier restraining me and wreak havoc on the Hernández family."
"And as for you, go to the Enforcement Hall to receive your punishment for making such a grave mistake. Nothing should happen to my son," those were the last words the middle-aged man in the black robe said before he vanished into thin air.
Maybe he didn't vanish, but his movement was so fast that the old man who was on his knees couldn't catch a single trace of his movement.
"I hope the Young Master will indeed be the chosen one," the old man muttered and shook his head with a sigh before vanishing into thin air.
It was just the same way his master vanished, but his speed was nothing compared to the speed of the mysterious middle-aged man in the black robe.
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Hernández Family's House.
Deep inside a large chamber of Hernandez's mansion, a middle-aged woman could be seen sipping a red wine with a cold look on her face.
She was dressed in a red gown that barely reached her thigh, exposing her delicate and irresistible figure. Her lips were painted red. Her eyes were as cold as ice. She exuded a cold and unapproachable aura. It gave off a sense of warning to anyone who tried to make an advance on her.
From a distance, she looked like a goddess of darkness.
If Damon was present, he would be able to recognize the woman who looked like the incarnate Devil. She was the mother of his girlfriend, Charlotte.
She looked up with a cold look on her face and glanced at the door as a knock landed at the door.
"Come in," her cold yet pleasant voice sounded out as soon as a knock landed at the door.
The door cracked open and three men in black suits walked into the house then bowed their heads in respect.
"How's the job?" she asked in a cold tone without beating around the bush.
She wasn't scared of someone else eavesdropping on her conversation with those men because her chamber was soundproofed.
"The deal was successful man," one of the men in a black suit stepped forward and bowed his head slightly.
Her eyes lit up, and her breath quickened as soon as she heard the statement of the leader of the men before her.
Successful? It meant only one thing. The ring that a powerful and influential person placed a bounty on with a huge sum of money has been taken away from Damon, who refused to give the ring to her daughter willingly.
"Since it's successful, I hope the ring is with you. Where is it?" She asked in confirmation, and they nodded their heads in respect.
"This is it, ma'am," the middle-aged man said as he pushed his hand into his pocket and brought out a dark ring that was glowing dimly.
Her eyes lit up, and her heartbeat quickened as her gaze landed on the black ring she believed was going to bring a lot of fortune to her.
Why wouldn't it? According to the Old Man that placed the bounty, he was ready to pay as much as a hundred million dollars to anyone who brought the ring to him.
One could tell how valuable and extraordinary the ring was.
Her hands trembled as she stood up and approached the man with a soft gaze on her face. Her gaze wasn't soft because of that man but because of the ring on his hand.
She regained her senses when she realized how she'd lost her composure in the presence of those men before her.
She collected it from him casually even though her hands trembled slightly as the treasure landed in her hand.
It was finally her possession.
"And what about the target?" The woman asked.
"He has been taken care of. No one has ever survived falling into the Deadly Cliff," he said, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
"Good. Once you leave, I'll credit your account for doing a job well done. I bet you didn't leave any traces," she demanded as she glared at them disdainfully.
"We wouldn't dare, ma'am," they said fearfully.
"That's right. You can take your leave," she said and waved her hand dismissively.
"He's gone, Charlotte. You don't have to worry about yourself about a low-life like him."
"You're finally mine," she said coldly as she took out the ring from the small chest box she kept it in.
She stared at it dazzlingly for a while.
"I'm sure the Black
Ruins Auction house won't hesitate to auction this extraordinary ring."
The Black Ruins Auction was the most popular and powerful auction show that has been in existence for more than one hundred years.