Chapter 468: Hanging Up the Phone

After hanging up the phone, Kuchiki Senya closed his eyes and waited quietly.

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Zelk drank two cups of coffee in his room.

This was his habitual gesture on ordinary days.

In the eyes of this veteran plutocrat family head, he had to put on a certain posture — not too arrogant, and certainly not too low-key.

Otherwise, that cocky little brat would surely get fresh and push his luck.

Zelk thought all this over, his brow furrowed deeply.

"Dad, regarding this matter, I think we still need to communicate with Atlantis," the man beside him said.

He looked twenty-eight or twenty-nine, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and appeared refined and scholarly.

"I'll leave the matter of contacting Atlantis to you to handle," Zelk said: "While you're at it, invite Atlantis's representative over."

The man seemed somewhat unwilling to accept such a task, but since Zelk had already given the order, he had no choice but to comply.

"Mr. Zelk, are you really giving up on this cooperation?" After the man left, Zelk's secretary walked in, her face full of worry: "If we give up, then this place will fall into the enemy's hands."

"Our main army corps are all in the south right now — how could we possibly send troops to support here?" Zelk said lightly: "Besides, Zelk's military base is right here; even if we give up, he can forget about getting his hands on that piece of fat."

"Yes, Mr. Zelk doesn't want to watch this place fall into enemy hands, which is why he chose to give up," the secretary sighed.

Zelk waved his hand: "You don't need to comfort me — my goal is very clear, no one can take it away!"

Having said that, he added another line: "Not even the Temple of Death!"

Zelk's tone was incomparably firm, radiating a strong killing intent.

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Elsewhere, Kuchiki Senya was sitting in a chair, flipping through documents.

These were emails he had just received tonight.

The mailbox was filled with dense English text, making it virtually impossible for Kuchiki Senya to read at all.

His eyebrows rose: "This kind of garbage English, and they treat it as important? I really don't know what those Atlantis people are doing."

Then he pressed a certain button on the right side of the screen.

A minute later, a figure in camouflage appeared on the video.

"The secret military base Zelk established here is about five kilometers from the Dongyang capital's urban area, located in the middle mountain range of Dongyang. The surroundings are extremely harsh, yet the scenery is beautiful — a fine place for cultivating body and mind," the camouflage-clad figure said.

"Heh, I'd like to pay that Zelk a visit — I want to see just how bold he is." Kuchiki Senya narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in their depths.

"Young Master, we are currently about five hundred meters from that secret base," the subordinate reminded him: "Three hundred meters from the sentry post 733 on the opposite mountaintop."

"Understood," Zelk said: "Keep surveillance. If anything happens to me, report to the President immediately."

Although Zelk was already a man with half his body buried in yellow earth, his mind was still very clear — at least he wouldn't be muddle-headed like ordinary rich men.

He cherished his own life dearly.

That was why, at this critical juncture when he was about to die of old age, he chose to give up the cooperation with Atlantis.

After all, if one were to compete head-on with the Temple of Death, Zelk's odds of winning would simply be too slim.

He still wanted to live a few more years — still dreamed of holding his grandchild.