I’m A Quadrillionaire chapter 206
David sat back down on the chair as if nothing happened.
The blood-curdling screams of the Daniels brothers reverberated through the room, along with more
than a dozen first-class masters lying on the floor, moaning in pain.
Bill felt shivers run up and down his spine in terror as he looked at Morris and Gunther.
David pulled out his phone, about to report the current situation to the organization when suddenly, he
felt a tingle in his mind.
More grandmasters?
David quickly turned to look at the entrance of the private room but there was no one there.
His action had also prompted everyone else in the room to look toward the door as well, but there was
nothing to see.
David did not move his eyes away from the door and continued staring at it.
In less than a moment, someone appeared at the entrance of the private room.
It was a man around thirty years old who had a gentlemanly aura.
There was a special charm to this man that attracted everyone’s gazes.
It felt like no matter where this man went, he would always be the object of everyone’s focus.
Bill let out a huge breath of relief when he saw the newcomer and quickly went to greet him. Despite
the lack of hostile intent behind David’s gaze, the man still felt especially uncomfortable under David’s
overwhelming aura.
“Mr. Zimmerman!” Bill greeted the man at the door.
Clinton nodded in response and walked into the private room.
Behind Clinton were two solemn middle-aged men, both around forty to fifty years old.
Clinton walked between the two men and frowned when he saw the masters who were lying on the
ground and the Daniels who were cryig in pain.
Thinking back to Bill’s report, Clinton had a general idea of what had happened.
Still, he was slightly shocked when he saw Old Carl heavily injured.
As the protector the Daniels family had arranged for Morris, Old Carl was still a master in the Tiger
Rank, albeit not one of the strongest ones.
It was interesting how Old Carl was heavily injured, while David’s men were completely unscathed.
Clinton could only imagine the terrifying power required to injure a master in the Tiger Rank and come
out unharmed.
He was curious whether it was David or the two men beside him who were behind the injuries.
Clinton hoped that it was David, as that was more beneficial to his upcoming ten-year appointment.
Clinton looked at David, who was calm and unfazed, and asked, “So you’re David?”
His voice was rather magnetic and hard to ignore.
David had already guessed who this man was when Bill called him Mr. Zimmerman.
It had to be Clinton Zimmerman, the big boss and one of SCC’s founders.
Thanks to his strong mind power, David could feel that Clinton was very powerful. More so than the two
men behind him, even.
He wondered if this was the cultivation of extremely wealthy families.
It was not something second-tier families like the Daniels could compare with.
“I am,” David replied straightforwardly.
His simple reply coupled with the fact that he was still sitting on the chair instead of getting u p and
greeting Clinton had Bill feeling terrified for him.
This was Clinton Zimmerman, the big boss of the SCC. David might not be weak, but he was still just a
core member of the SCC.
Clinton, on the other hand, was one of the three founders. In fact, Clinton’s prestige was even higher
than the other two, considering his title as the big boss.
While the SCC did not put too much focus on the superiority or inferiority between member tiers, nor
were there any regulations about how members of lower tiers had to greet or act in front of higher-tier
members, it was still important to show common respect and courtesy when people were talking to
those of a higher status.
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