The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire-Chapter 240: The Trial Begins!!

Three Days Later

Morning - Cinder Square Office

The atmosphere inside the executive office was calm, yet carried a sharp edge of anticipation.

Documents were neatly stacked on the table.

Screens displayed legal drafts, financial records, and prepared statements.

Everything was ready.

Singh adjusted his coat and closed the final file.

"With this..."

"We are all good to go."

Silvey leaned forward slightly, impressed.

"Mr. Singh..."

"You are a brilliant attorney."

Miles nodded once.

"Indeed."

Singh smiled modestly.

"Thank you for the praise."

Then he looked at Miles with curiosity.

"But I must admit..."

"You surprised me, Mr. Sterling."

"I didn’t know you had so many aces hidden."

Miles smirked slightly.

"You have a good sense of humor."

Silvey laughed softly.

Singh checked his watch.

"It’s time."

He looked at Silvey.

"Are you sure you are not coming to the court, Miss Silvey?"

Silvey crossed her arms.

"Brother Miles is not letting me go."

Miles leaned back calmly.

"Your grandfather will kill me if I let you attend a public trial like this."

He nodded toward Singh.

"The General Manager of ACE Finances will be there."

"Good luck."

Singh gave a confident nod.

"Consider it done."

With that, he turned and walked out.

Moments later his car sped toward the courthouse.

The trial would begin in less than an hour.

Silvey stood up.

"I’m going to the ACE Finances office."

"I’ll watch the trial with the team."

She smiled slightly.

"It will be fun."

Miles nodded.

"You should go."

Monica stepped forward.

"I’ll drop you."

"I have to head to my office anyway."

Silvey blinked.

"Your office?"

"I thought you work here at Sterling Enterprises."

Monica glanced at Miles.

Miles chuckled.

"That’s what happens when you spend your life outside your own country."

"Everyone in the business world knows Monica."

"And you don’t."

"That’s hilarious."

Silvey looked completely confused.

"What am I missing, Sister Monica?"

Monica smiled calmly.

"Nothing."

"Boss is just joking."

She gently pushed Silvey toward the door.

"Come on."

Silvey still looked puzzled.

"Okay..."

Monica turned once more.

"You staying here, boss?"

Miles looked toward June.

"June?"

June nodded.

"We located them."

"They are at their usual place."

Miles stood up.

"I’m going to a pool club."

Monica grinned.

"Good luck, boss."

"Take that eight ball."

Miles smirked faintly.

Monica and Silvey left together.

Moments later, Miles and June walked out as well.

Everyone moved in different directions.

The game had begun.

Downtown - Private Pool Club

The club was quiet compared to its usual nightlife chaos.

Morning light filtered through tall glass windows, casting soft reflections on polished wooden floors.

This was not an ordinary place.

It was exclusive.

Reserved for the wealthy and influential.

Leather sofas lined the walls.

A bar stood in the corner, already serving drinks despite the early hour.

Several pool tables were spread across the hall.

A few high profile members played quietly, discussing business over shots and drinks.

At one of the central tables

Geoffrey Barrington, Dominic Cross, Silas Blackwood, and Bennett Hayes had gathered.

A large screen on the wall displayed live news coverage.

"Reporting live from outside the courthouse."

"The day has finally arrived."

"City versus ACE Finances."

"The company has been accused of illegal transactions affecting the financial integrity of the city."

"Details of these allegations will be revealed shortly as the trial begins."

Cars passed behind the reporter.

Officials entered the building.

"Judge Vance has arrived."

"The public prosecutor is also present."

"From the ACE side, Attorney Singh has entered the court."

"And interestingly..."

"Only the General Manager of ACE Finances is present."

"It seems either they are very confident..."

"...or dangerously overconfident."

Geoffrey cracked open a can of beer.

"This is going to be fun."

Silas leaned on his cue stick.

"Drinking this early already?"

Bennett relaxed on the couch.

"Cold beer and live courtroom drama."

"That’s perfect entertainment."

Dominic lined up his shot carefully.

The cue struck the ball.

"It’s about to begin."

At that moment

The entrance doors opened.

Miles walked in.

June followed behind him quietly.

The subtle shift in the room was almost unnoticeable.

But the air changed.

Miles walked straight toward their table.

Calm.

Unbothered.

"You guys are having fun..."

"...early in the morning?"

The four men turned.

Recognition flashed across Dominic’s face.

"You."

"You’re the guy from the bar."

Geoffrey laughed.

"Oh yeah."

"Thanks for the drinks that night."

Miles nodded slightly.

"You’re welcome."

Bennett leaned forward.

"What do you want, kid?"

Miles stepped closer to the table.

His eyes are calm.

His voice is steady.

"Nothing."

He picked up a cue stick nearby.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Just wanted to ask..."

"...if you’d like to play a game with me."

....

Citadel City - Abandoned Factory

The sun stood high above the broken skyline, its harsh light pouring down through shattered glass panels and rusted steel beams.

Inside the abandoned factory, silence felt heavy.

Dust floated in the air.

Old machines stood frozen in time.

And between those rusted structures

A figure moved.

An old man.

His clothes were soaked in blood.

Each step he took was unsteady, but his eyes remained sharp.

Alert.

Alive.

His breathing was heavy, yet controlled.

He pressed himself against a cracked concrete wall, listening.

Footsteps.

Multiple.

Echoing through the hollow factory.

"They’re still looking..."

The old man whispered under his breath.

He tightened his fist.

Even injured...

Even hunted...

He was not finished.

A group of armed men moved through the factory floor.

Boots scraping against metal.

Weapons ready.

"Spread out."

"He’s still inside."

"Don’t let him escape."

The voices echoed.

The old man moved again.

Silent.

Precise.

Despite his injuries, his movements carried the discipline of a master.

He slipped behind a row of broken machinery.

A shadow among shadows.

One of the men walked closer.

Careless.

Scanning lazily.

"Old man..."

"You can’t run forever."

The moment he stepped past the machine

The old man moved.

A blur.

His hand shot out.

Two fingers struck the man’s throat.

A precise point.

The man choked instantly.

Before he could react

A palm struck his chest.

A deep, controlled impact.

The man’s body lifted slightly off the ground

And collapsed silently.

Unconscious.

The old man caught his body before it hit the floor.

Lowered it gently.

No noise.

No trace.

His breathing grew heavier.

But his eyes remained cold.

Another man approached.

This one more alert.

He noticed something.

"Hey..."

"Where did"

Too late.

The old man stepped forward.

A swift turn.

His elbow drove into the man’s jaw.

A sharp crack.

The man staggered back

But the old man didn’t stop.

A spinning kick followed.

Precise.

Clean.

The man dropped instantly.

The old man paused.

His chest rose and fell rapidly.

Blood dripped from his sleeve onto the dusty floor.

Still...

He moved.

Further inside the factory.

Trying to find a way out.

Two more men entered from the opposite side.

"Movement!"

They raised their weapons

But the old man was already there.

He closed the distance in a single step.

One man fired

The bullet missed.

The old man deflected the weapon.

His wrist twisted.

The gun fell.

A knee strike to the ribs.

A palm strike to the chin.

The man dropped.

The second attacker swung wildly

The old man leaned back.

Dodged.

Then stepped in.

A sharp strike to the solar plexus.

The man gasped

Another strike to the neck.

He collapsed.

The old man stood still.

For a moment.

Surrounded by bodies.

His breathing ragged now.

His body weakening.

But his eyes...

Still unbroken.

He turned toward the exit.

Just a few more steps.

Just a little more

Then

A sudden movement behind him.

Too fast.

Too late.

A heavy metallic sound cut through the air.

CLANG

A steel pipe crashed into the back of his head.

The impact echoed through the empty factory.

The old man’s body froze.

His vision blurred instantly.

His knees gave in.

He collapsed to the ground.

Blood spread beneath him.

Footsteps approached.

Slow.

Confident.

A man stepped forward, holding the pipe.

"Well..."

"Where were you running, old man?"

The remaining men gathered around.

The old man tried to move.

But his body refused.

His consciousness faded.

And just like that

He was captured again.

.....

Star Harbor - Courtroom

The large courtroom stood packed.

Rows of seats filled with officials, journalists, observers.

Cameras from multiple media houses were already live.

Red lights blinking.

Broadcasting across the city.

Across the country.

Across the world.

The heavy wooden doors opened.

Everyone stood.

The judge entered.

Judge Vance.

He walked with calm authority and took his seat at the elevated bench.

The room fell silent.

He adjusted his glasses and looked down at the documents laid out before him.

Page after page.

Carefully prepared.

He picked up his pen.

Made a small note.

Then another.

The sound of the pen scratching against paper echoed faintly in the quiet courtroom.

He finally placed the pen down.

Raised his gaze.

A court officer stepped forward.

His voice rang out clearly.

"The case of City versus ACE Finances..."

"...is now in session."

The trial had begun.

The cameras slowly shifted.

Capturing faces.

Reactions.

Tension.

ACE Finances Office

Employees gathered around large screens.

Whispers filled the room.

At the front

Silvey stood with her arms crossed.

Her eyes fixed on the screen.

Focused.

Sharp.

This was not just a case anymore.

It was a battlefield.

Soul Tower - Executive Floor

Inside the glass office high above the city

Monica stood near the window.

The screen behind her displayed the live trial.

Her expression was calm.

But her eyes watched every detail.

Every movement.

Every word.

Citadel City -Sterling Estate

In a quiet hall

Gordon Sterling sat alone.

The television screen reflected in his eyes.

His expression unreadable.

Silent.

But deeply attentive.

Pearl Villa Living Room

Daniel sat forward on the couch.

His eyes glued to the television.

"This is big..."

Elena sat beside him.

Her hands gently clasped together.

She wasn’t excited.

She was worried.

Her eyes occasionally shifted...

As if searching for something beyond the screen.

Back to Private Pool Club

The atmosphere here was completely different.

Relaxed.

Careless.

The large screen on the wall also displayed the live trial.

But no one here seemed tense.

Only entertained.

Geoffrey leaned back with his drink.

Bennett watched with a smirk.

Silas tapped his cue stick lightly.

Dominic stood near the table.

And in front of them

Miles.

He positioned himself calmly.

The pool table lay ready.

Balls arranged perfectly.

He bent slightly.

Aligned his shot.

The cue stick rested against his fingers.

His eyes narrowed.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Then he struck.