Chapter 183 - Make the Headlines (1/2)

Unbeknownst to the three gal pals and Selena who just had the shock of the day, a duck hunting party hosted by Nisia Pistol and Gun Club in honor of King Alistair was ongoing hundred of miles away, south of the metro. It was actually the club's centennial foundation celebration.

Although the best time for a hunt was foul weather, the club decided to lure the king into attending with a promise of clear and bright weather ahead because everyone knew that King Alistair preferred to hunt in broad daylight where it's harder to spot and aim a prey.

As the members had predicted, King Alistair was in attendance and was in a pleasant mood, smiling and shaking hands with everyone in the tent.

The gun club's president then ushered him to a spot where all the rifles were in a corner inside the tent.

King Alistair was all smiles as the president urged him to pick any rifle of his choosing. Deep inside, the king was at war with himself.

He certainly did not need to use any of it because he brought his own gun. However, he didn't want to offend the host by declining the good offer so he just smiled his signature genuine smile that was far from genuine.

The gun club president excused himself when another noteworthy member arrived, leaving King Alistair to study the rifles on the stand that was calling out his name.

His eyes immediately zeroed in on a classic, picking it up and feeling its weight when he heard a voice behind him.

”Your Majesty,” Lance Go showed his respects, bowing slightly to hide the smirk on his face.

King Alistair regarded the man who stepped out of nowhere. His sight immediately moved down to the young lad's boots and raised a brow of approval upon seeing Lance was wearing the same snake-proof boots like his.

”Young lad, how's everything going on with your company?” King Alistair asked to hide the huge question mark floating above his head.

He did not have a clue about the young lad who approached him, but if the latter was included in the guest list then King Alistair guessed that the young lad had some sort of connection in the gun club or was a member himself.

After all, this was a prestigious gun club, and if one was permitted access inside, it meant that person was either a politician or one of the many tycoons in the country.

”Good. Everything's going well with me. My wife, Selena Lee, is pregnant too,” Lance dropped his wife's name to intentionally pique the interest of King Alistair and was successful at it.

”Ooooh! Yes, congratulations. I heard Ava was throwing a baby shower in Selena's honor.” King Alistair congratulated Lance and clamped a hand on the latter's shoulder. ”Let's go. Ducks won't wait for us.” He was humming as he loaded one bullet after another into his rifle.

The entire time, he tried to act naturally. He knew the name. He read it in Wyatt's intel report. He knew who Lance Go was and what he was cooking behind the Suis' and Lees' back. However, because his facial recognition was so poor, he even passed it down to his son Maxen, he almost failed to realize who it was had the young lad not given his name.

Months ago during the auction, one of the poker players from Vuono who was an arms dealer, informed Wyatt that a certain businessman was purchasing all types of assault weapons illegally from the neighboring countries.

At first, some dealers would sell their guns on the man who named himself as 'Mr. Lee'. However, when word got out that 'Mr. Lee' had been procuring far more guns than he needed, they immediately stopped selling him goods because if their numbers were right, he could even build an army of his own.