Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 70: Selling the Lion’s Den

Selling the Lion’s Den

Bear’s eyes locked onto Julian the moment he stepped into the lobby of Lunar Citadel.

For a split second, killing intent flickered in his pupils—raw and undisguised.

He sneered.

"Well, if it isn’t Young Master Julian? Haven’t seen you in a few days, and your hotel’s business is in the dumps?"

The lobby felt colder.

Julian didn’t blink. His golden eyes remained steady, but his jaw tightened just enough to suggest anger.

"Thanks to President Bear bringing people to cause trouble every day!" Julian shot back, voice edged with irritation.

Bear spread his hands lazily.

"No choice. The deceased was a high-ranking executive of Bear Group. I have to fight for her rights."

He grinned as he said it—openly admitting he was behind the chaos.

Julian’s gaze sharpened.

"Do you really think the D’Aurelius Family in Valemont can be easily bullied by Bear Group?"

His tone dropped, carrying weight.

Bear laughed harshly.

"The D’Aurelius Family? Just frogs in a well."

He stepped closer.

"You’re hopping around in this little well called Valemont. Young Master Evan’s background is beyond your imagination."

He raised his chin slightly, eyes gleaming with superiority.

"My purpose today is simple. I don’t like your hotel. Either it closes down... or you sell it to me."

Silence rippled outward.

Julian’s fingers curled slowly at his side.

Last time, Evan had been humiliated here.

Bear didn’t just want revenge.

He wanted ownership.

He wanted to stand where Evan had been shamed and claim it as his territory.

Bear lifted his hand and extended five fingers.

"Five billion Euro. Either sell the hotel... or wait for it to go bankrupt."

The number hung in the air.

Five billion.

For Lunar Citadel—a landmark in Valemont—worth easily triple that in clean market valuation.

Amika’s face darkened.

"Why don’t you just rob us?" she snapped before she could stop herself.

Even doubling that offer wouldn’t cover the land, the brand, the interior design alone.

Bear’s head snapped toward her.

"Do you have a say here?" he barked. "You’re just a dog raised by the D’Aurelius Family."

The force in his voice was heavy—like pressure pushing down on the room.

Amika swallowed. Her throat tightened. She didn’t speak again.

Julian noticed.

And inside, something flickered.

But outwardly—

He remained calm.

"You’re overthinking," Julian said coolly. "Even if you cause trouble for a year, I won’t sell this hotel to you."

He pointed toward the door.

"You can leave."

Bear’s expression twisted.

Rage exploded across his face.

Like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on.

Without warning, he leapt forward and kicked the marble coffee table in front of the sofa.

The impact echoed like a gunshot.

The heavy slab—solid marble—fractured instantly, cracking into countless shards before collapsing into powdery debris.

Dust rose into the air.

Amika’s heart nearly stopped.

Is he human?

Julian’s eyes flickered briefly.

He knew this tactic.

Intimidation.

Break the opponent’s psychological defense.

Force fear.

So—

He gave him fear.

Julian’s pupils widened slightly.

"Bodyguards!" he shouted sharply.

Four security men rushed in, forming a line between them and Bear.

They clenched their fists, trying to steady themselves despite the shock of that display.

Bear looked at them as if they were insects.

"These house-guarding watchdogs," he scoffed.

He could kill them with one hand.

He turned back to Julian and lowered his voice.

"Young Master Julian... even if you call twenty of these useless men, it won’t help."

His tone shifted darker.

"Young Master Evan is a man of principle."

A pause.

"But I’m not."

His eyes gleamed.

"If worst comes to worst, I’ll kill your father... and leave Europe."

The threat landed like ice water.

Julian’s heart thudded once—hard.

But inside—

He sneered.

There it is.

He forced his face to pale slightly.

Forced his breathing to shift.

He let silence stretch.

Then, as if struggling—

"Fine," he said quietly.

"I’ll sell."

Amika stared at him.

Bear froze for half a second—

Then a slow, victorious smile spread across his face.

"In front of the Obsidian Wing... everyone is an ant."

He pulled out a prepared contract from inside his jacket and tossed it onto the desk.

"Sign and stamp it. I’ll have the money transferred immediately."

Julian glanced at the document.

Five billion.

Predatory clauses.

Transfer of ownership within twenty-four hours.

"President Amika," Julian said evenly. "Bring the seal."

Her lips trembled.

But she obeyed.

She walked to the safe, opened it, and retrieved the official corporate seal with stiff fingers.

The sound of stamping echoed in the silent lobby.

Once.

Twice.

Done.

Ownership of Lunar Citadel officially transferred to Bear, head of Bear Group.

Bear picked up the contract and inspected it.

Satisfied.

He looked at Julian and Amika like they were trash.

"Two losers," he said, pointing toward the exit. "You can leave now."

He smirked.

"Remember—this is just the interest for offending Young Master Evan."

Amika’s hands trembled with rage.

Julian’s face was dark as night.

Without another word, he turned and walked out.

—

Outside, the late afternoon sun burned bright against the pavement.

The protest banners still fluttered in the wind.

Amika hurried after him.

"Young Master Julian," she whispered urgently once they reached the parking area. "Why did you agree to his terms? How can our D’Aurelius Family let him bully us like this?"

As the head of Valemont’s four major families, they weren’t kings of the world—

But they were not meant to be trampled.

Julian stopped beside his car.

He pulled out a cigarette.

Lit it.

The flame reflected briefly in his golden eyes.

"You’ll understand in a few days."

He exhaled smoke slowly.

"Don’t worry."

A faint smile touched his lips.

"The show is just beginning."

Amika stared at him.

That smile—

It wasn’t defeat.

It was anticipation.

"Alright," she said finally, calming down.

Then Julian asked casually,

"By the way... has Cillian’s family moved out?"

"Yes," Amika replied quickly. "They boarded the train to Siberia the night before last. According to your instructions, we forged his travel records to Africa."

"Good."

Julian nodded.

With Evan’s petty nature, retaliation against Cillian had been inevitable.

Now Cillian was safe.

The hotel?

He had handed it over personally.

Which meant—

Everything that happened next...

Would legally belong to Bear.

Julian slid into the driver’s seat.

Closed the door.

Took out his laptop.

His fingers began flying across the keyboard.

An encrypted email.

Addressed to a very specific recipient.

If Bear wanted Lunar Citadel—

Julian would give it to him.

And then...

He would make him choke on it.