Chapter 378 - 374: Furious Adrian

"It would be in your best interest if you meet him," the First King declared.

The smile on Adrian's face disappeared as he turned serious.

"Are you trying to threaten me?" Adrian asked as his eyes rested on the First King.

The First King felt like he couldn't breathe. He felt like he was being suffocated, unable to even move.

The ground also started shaking as if there was an earthquake.

"It's an Earthquake! Step outside!" The people inside the building started running outside.

Soon, the whole hotel was empty; however, two people were still inside, sitting as if nothing had happened.

One of the two had a pale face as if he couldn't breathe while the other person was looking at him.

"N-no! It's not a threat. We know you're looking for someone! We can help you! That's what I meant," the First King declared after initially struggling to speak.

"Hmm? You know I'm looking for someone? Ah, right. Satellites and my phone. How come I didn't think about it. The others must be keeping an eye on me. I thought that would have better things to do than to keep an eye on little old me, but I underestimated them," Adrian replied as a smile again appeared on his face.

The pressure disappeared around the First King. The intense shaking of the ground also stopped.

"You have a phone? Call that guy for me. I want to talk to him," Adrian said to the First King as he took another bite of his burger.

The First King pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"You must be wondering why I don't call him on my phone. I don't want to waste my money to call that guy," Adrian said while the First King was calling the number.

The First King couldn't help but cough as if he was choked by Adrian's word. A guy as big as him was stingy? Or was it that he just didn't wish to spend money on his boss? He couldn't help but wonder.

"Ah, Your Majesty. He wishes to talk to you," the First King said.

The First King was about to explain more when Adrian took the phone from his hand.

" Yo, Aluren. I heard that you want to help me? Don't you think you've already helped me too much by sending your men after me? Do you really think I'll come to you for help? Keep your help to yourself and don't send your men after me, or I'll send you their bones starting with the bones of the guy who's sitting in front of me," Adrian said, making the First King cough again at how easily his death was being talked about.

"Adrian, you that you're in my place. I don't want there to be unnecessary conflict. Please don't force me to come out myself. I'm warning you. It wouldn't be good for you. Take my help. I'll find what you're looking for to get you out of here faster. Let me know what you want. I'll get that for you. In any case, I want you out of my land in a week," the leader of Dark Uprising said, threatening Adrian.

"Come out then? Who's stopping you. Anyway, I'm not interested in staying here myself. I'll go back to my land after getting what I want. If you want to help, get the restrictions removed from my calls so I can be done faster. In any case, I'm not telling you what I'm here for," Adrian declared before he tossed the phone towards the First King.

"I'm finished. You can pay my bill," he told the First King before he left.

"Don't you dare come after me, or I'll cut your legs next time I see you," Adrian warned without looking back.

The First King had just raised his butt a little bit when he heard the threat. He sat down again as he placed the phone near his ears.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?" The First King asked on the phone; however, he didn't stand up again and only watched Adrian leave.

"I get it. I'll do as ordered," the First King replied after hearing the commands.

He stood up from his seat finally. He walked towards the exit only to find a large crowd of people outside that were finally starting to calm down.

He looked around to see if he could find Adrian; however, he failed.

He couldn't see Adrian anywhere. It was as if Adrian Balakin had disappeared.

"Cheh!"

In frustration, he pulled out his phone.

"You have our satellites on him, right? Tell me where he is?" he asked someone over the phone.

"We don't know. The last place we saw him enter was that hotel. Is he not there?" the person on the other side asked.

" What do you mean you don't know? How can this hotel be the last place where you saw him enter? Whatever, track his phone and get an eye on him again," the First King said after hearing the response.

"We can't. His phone is off now. He probably realized that we were tracking him with his phone," the other person replied. "He probably turned off the phone."

"Ahh! You mean to say we don't know where he is! That guy can be anywhere! How can we find him now if he doesn't want to be found? It's a problem. A really big problem!" the First King exclaimed as he frowned.

He disconnected the call.

"Come on, think. If I wanted to find something and all my resources were sealed, where would I go?" the First King muttered as he walked through the roads of the city.

"Ah, f...!" he suddenly cursed out.

"That guy turned off his phone. No one has his location! The signals around him can't be jammed! That guy will definitely call Russia now to ask for help from his people!" the First King exclaimed.

****

Somewhere else within the country, a secret building existed that belonged to the government.

Many people were sitting there, in front of their computer screens. 

Various giant screens were placed there that showed the satellite images of various sections of the country.

"Sir! We lost him! We can't trace him either. We can't seal the signals near him now. What should we do? He can call outside the country using someone else's phone!" a lady suddenly exclaimed as she looked towards a middle-aged man.

" Desperate times call for desperate measures. Block the calls to Russia from all private phones. Only level 3 leaders are allowed to call!" the middle-aged man declared.

"Yes, sir!" The Lady sat down and did what she was told.

"Sir, may I ask who this Adrian is? Why are we working so hard to keep him from calling? Is he a terrorist or a spy? Why don't we arrest him straight," one of the guys asked the middle-aged man.

"Even I don't know. I have commands from upper levels to do it. All I was told is that this guy is connected to some top-level hackers in Russia who might try to hack our systems if he successfully calls," the middle-aged man replied as he sighed.

"Can't they hack if he doesn't call? That sounds suspicious. It feels like he's really some bigshot. I searched his face in our database, but it came as classified," the other man replied as he sighed. 

"Yeah. It's max level classification. Even I can't see it. Only the President and his closest aides can see," the middle-aged man replied, shaking his head.

****

Back in the New White House, the President was sitting with the Vice President.

Both of them were discussing something with grave looks on their faces.

" The Seven, one of the biggest headaches of the governments of the entire world. Only six of them are known, while the seventh one has never been active, so no one knows them. Our country now hosts two of them. This can be a big problem," the Vice President said.

"This world is so complicated. I never knew it was so deep before I became the President. It's like we've been living in an entirely different world until now. At first, I used to think that the government hides the existence of aliens, but after sitting on this chair, I realize that it's much worse. Fortunately, the member of Seven staying in our country doesn't involve himself in the matters of this world," the President muttered as she sighed.

She didn't know that one of the seven was behind the Dark Uprising, scheming something that no one could have expected.

In her eyes, the person from their country who was part of the seven was a Saint who only stayed in his house and lived in peace, far away from the world. 

"I only know about six members. Adrian Balakin is said to be the most wilful. He is just a dangerous person who doesn't know the meaning of control," the Vice President lamented.