This is the first step towards the pinnacle of my life

Jonas sat in the back seat of the sleek magnetic levitation car, while the person driving it was none other than Steward Eiffel.

Twenty-five men, equipped with the Wei Ting Consortium's second-generation tactical armor, were enough to take on the peacekeepers of a level two security force.

That sounds impressive, but dealing with a riot in an entire neighborhood is quite a challenge.

Because the situation was so sudden, Jonas was unable to gather a large force to quell the unrest in the Old District in a short space of time.

Of course, this was also due to the fact that Jonas was not yet fully integrated into the Wei Ting Consortium board.

These twenty-five special agents were the maximum force he could assemble in a short time.

As Jonas looked at the areas occupied by the gangs on the tablet, his eyes flickered.

Eiffel, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at Jonas through the rear-view mirror and quickly averted her gaze.

Her inner composure was deep; although she knew the ride was full of danger, she showed no emotion.

In her eyes, Jonas' judgment was profoundly foolish...

Trying to put down a riot with only twenty-five people was simply a pipe dream.

To personally invade the area of unrest in such a grim scenario would undoubtedly give the enemy an advantage.

Had Eiffel not trusted that she could safely evacuate Jonas after the Special Forces were defeated, she would never have agreed to such a reckless decision.

What was Steward Eiffel thinking?

While Jonas was silently pondering this, the car suddenly came to a halt.

He frowned and looked up.

What he saw in front of him left him speechless for a long time.

Thick black smoke billowed out of the neighborhood and engulfed everything in flames.

The smell of gunpowder was in the air and the walls of the buildings were stained with smoke.

The fires of the rebellion had set the entire neighborhood ablaze.

Everything in front of him indicated that the situation here was completely out of control.

It was probably worse than he had imagined...

"Those bastards..."

Jonas couldn't help but curse quietly.

He was now absolutely certain who was behind the uprising in the Old District.

If you relied solely on the gangs and the machinations of the game's former protagonist, you couldn't achieve that much.

There must be the shadow of other syndicates behind it.

And the most interesting party in the Old District...

"Eiffel"

"Here."

"Order the special forces to prepare for battle."

When Eiffel heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Then she saw a side of young Mr. Jonas she had never seen before.

As if stunned, Jonas' figure merged with that of the absolute controller of the Wei Ting Consortium.

Eiffel was silent for a while before she spoke:

"I'll do whatever you want."

...

Resolving this rebellion wasn't actually difficult, but the longer it dragged on, the greater the impact it would have.

And the members of the gangs in the Old District were well aware of this...

They never intended to truly rebel against the Consortium, but merely wanted to cut off a piece of meat from the Wei Ting Consortium with this incident.

To be precise, they wanted to cut off a piece of meat from young master Jonas.

So they weren't even thinking of expanding their influence after the uprising.

They were only interested in holding on to the territory they had already secured; everything else was irrelevant to them.

The longer the uprising dragged on, the more fries they had to negotiate.

The Old District was easy to defend and difficult to attack; the advantage was ours!

But that's how normal people thought.

As the leader of the gangs in the Old District, Ston had no intention of staying there.

Sitting on the rubble and watching the Wei Ting Consortium security personnel retreating in the distance, he couldn't help but grin.

He had never experienced such a wonderful victory.

This feeling made him want to open his arms and embrace the cheers and applause.

Of course, now was not the time to pop the champagne corks.

If he followed the mysterious figure's instructions, he could mobilize his forces to attack the Old Ward building in thirty minutes.

And the resources there made even the big consortia envious.

If he was successful this time, he could really break through the ranks and rise to the upper echelons, competing with the figures he had only heard about in the news so far.

He would never have dared to imagine such a thing...

But now that all his subordinates were equipped with the Tyne Consortium's second-generation tactical suits and he had an absolute advantage strategically...

Although he didn't know who the person was who was giving him instructions via an anonymous email, every step of the instructions had actually given him an advantage.

He was skeptical at first, but it was only after the other party detailed every step of the Wei Ting Consortium's security measures that he was fully convinced.

With the help of these two sides, the once cautious Ston began to expand.

In the past, his first reaction after occupying these territories would have been to hold them, but now he obviously wanted to gain greater advantages.

The building of the Wei Ting Consortium's old Branch...

Ston felt his ambition become boundless.

—Beep-beep

The phone rang again.

Ston's eyes lit up and he quickly opened his email.

Upstairs, the mysterious figure K was sending new information.

[K: This is the map with the attack route and troop distribution. Follow my instructions, then you can take the Old Branch building]

[K: Picture]

[K: Remember that this message must not be seen by anyone. Destroy it immediately after capturing the Old Branch]

When Ston looked at the data sent by the mysterious person named K, he couldn't help but tremble.

With this information, he could definitely seize control of the Old District and demand even more benefits from the Wei Ting Consortium.

Then perhaps he could directly join the Tyne Consortium and further expand his power.

And that would be the first step for him, Ston Ratka, on his way to the pinnacle of life.

...

"What weapons did the gang members use in the fight reports from earlier?"

Jonas asked from the car, his eyes still fixed on the tablet in front of him.

"They were using the Tyne Consortium tactical suits."

Eiffel, who was in the driver's seat, replied, glancing through the rearview mirror at Jonas, who was in the back seat, speculating what decision the young master would make.

Given the current situation, it was unlikely that they would be able to retake the out-of-control area by force in the short term.

There was also the possibility that the enemy would resort to desperate measures. Direct conflict was clearly unwise.

Negotiations with the enemy, however, could result in them losing both men and money.

After all, these gang members were not good characters