Lord of Enigma

He pushed open the door of the study. Everything inside was exactly the same: the evil ritual on the ground, the burned-up candles, the tied-up corpse of Old Morgan, and the curtain that was slightly open — all remained as they were, waiting for Tang Qi.

Although he had gained complete control of this body, he still couldn't change some of the habits of its original occupant.

Tang Qi subconsciously walked to the chair with a tall back behind the study table and sat down. His mind had already started to automatically think about a solution.

He was now in the situation of a teenager alone in this world. Though he was the inheritor of a rich family, from his memory, he didn't seem to be able to find any person he could trust. Besides the dead parents, the original occupant of this body actually didn't have any other relatives.

Tang's Steel Corporation was apparently not what he, a totally ignorant teenager, would be able to manage properly. There were also other household estates and trivial matters to deal with, which felt like a mess to him.

More pressing was the body of Old Morgan in front of him.

As for the revenge of Samra's family, according to Old Morgan's diary, he could still put it off for some time.

"Dealing with the corpse is easy. In any case, Old Morgan had already thought of his own way of dying and even prepared related documents in order to facilitate his murdering of the original occupier and the seizing of his body. He just had to sign and cremate him according to the procedures of an accidental death from illness."

"The corporation and the estates are a bit troublesome. Though most of the shares were inherited by the original occupant, there are still many in the hands of others. And it is clear that the people in charge of the company right now could not possibly accept the leadership of a young boy."

"But at my age, it doesn't seem fitting for me to go to work either. It would be alright if this world was like the Earth from my previous life, but now that I've seen it for myself, this is a terrible world that looks peaceful on the outside but has supernatural powers already awakening in the dark."

"What I want to do now is to enter the true realm of supernaturalness and gain those legendary powers. If there's a chance, I've also got to find a way back."

"To deal with everything perfectly and gain time for myself to mature without alerting my enemies, it will be quite difficult…"

Tang Qi had a headache. He kneaded his eyebrows, and his eyes inadvertently swept across the desk in front of him.

On the table, there were some books, several pencil cases, some ornamental objects, a beautiful table lamp, and a dial telephone that seemed very ancient to Tang Qi.

Beside the telephone was a small notebook.

According to his memory, the small telephone was left by the original occupier's parents. Inside, it recorded some important telephone numbers, mostly corporate partners and such.

"Eh?"

Tang Qi seemed to have thought of something, and a light flashed in his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment; then a look of certainty showed on his face. He made a certain decision and directly reached out to bring the small notebook over.

He opened it, and following his memory, he quickly found a name.

"Ronald Curry, second largest shareholder of Tang's Steel, and at the same time, also a senator of Moses City and shareholder of multiple other companies. He had significant influence in the city and was a real big figure. Recently, he had been pushing for the founding of Moses City Steel Association and competing for the position of the president of the Association."

"Such a big figure must be able to perfectly settle all the matters that waste my energy and to meet one or two of my small requests on the side.

As he thought, Tang Qi had already moved the telephone over. His thin white fingers pressed on it bit by bit following the numbers on the small notebook.

Beep!

Beep beep!

Without waiting too long, a clicking sound soon came from the other side of the call, and a voice came through, "Hello, Mr. Curry's office."

Hearing an answer, Tang Qi directly replied. "Hello, this is Tang Qi. I have some matters to discuss with Mr. Curry."

After that, Tang Qi thought about it and added, "My parents were Mr. Curry's corporate partners for many years. Please do let me speak a few words with Mr. Curry."

"Okay. Please hold on."

There was a second of silence from the opposite side, and then a formulaic female voice replied. Then, he heard some clicking sounds that were similar to the sounds of high-heeled shoes walking.

After a long while, the receiver was picked up, and a low, steady voice came through. "Little guy, I'm very sorry for your loss. I've been friends with your parents for many years. Whatever help you need, just tell me."

Hearing this voice, the image of a well-dressed, calm-looking middle-aged gentleman surfaced in Tang Qi's mind. A big figure who spoke and acted with good manners could earn the trust of many, including the original occupier.

A pity that Tang Qi wasn't so easily fooled.

According to the fragments about this person from the original occupier's memory, Tang Qi easily deduced that this was a person of great power in both the business and political world. If one looked at his polite manners and thought he could be taken advantage of, the person would have to pay a heavy price.

The previous plan of the original occupier was to entrust all the shares of Tang's Steel Corporation to someone else and receive a dividend without doing any work.

One had to say that the idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel.

If he really did so, in a few years, after the original occupier received the dividend a few times, Tang's Steel Corporation would probably completely go inside Mr. Curry's pockets, and the original occupier would be left with nothing.

So cruel was the business world.

Not to mention that his parents didn't have any really deep friendship with this person, even if they had, after their death, such friendship could also disappear. In the end, it was all based on interests.

Of course, understanding this didn't mean that Tang Qi was able to fight with this person.

Even if Ronald only used a little bit of his energy and power, the two would still not be on the same level of ability.

Fortunately, this time, Tang Qi's purpose was not to try to take advantage of him. To be precise, he was giving him money.

"Mr. Curry, I would in fact like to ask your help on a few matters."

"Ohhh. Tell me."

Tang Qi could imagine how the middle-aged man on the other side of the call was patiently dealing with the little kid that was himself with a bit of a smile.

He also smiled a little, and without any unnecessary courtesies, he directly spoke of his plans.

"I heard that you own an auction house. I would like to entrust you to auction off all the property I inherited, except the villa where I live. The rest of the company shares, the estates, and the mines, you may all auction off as well."

"..."

After Tang Qi finished, the other side was silent for a moment, before a slightly shaky voice came through.

"Little guy, are you sure? All these were left behind for you by your father. Although you can get a large amount of wealth from the auction, you will lose even more. Would you like to consider it a bit more?"

He gave his advice patiently, almost in the manner of a perfect elder.

But Tang Qi didn't appreciate it. He replied straightforwardly, "I understand your good intentions, Mr. Curry, but my ambition is not on these matters, and I have no ability to deal with all these. I may as well convert them all to Condor Gold Coins and make myself freer. I'll depend on your help, Mr. Curry.

"Oh yeah, apart from this, there are still a few small matters that I hoped to trouble you on, Mr. Curry…"

"Since you've made up your mind, I won't try to convince you otherwise. Wait a few minutes at your home, I'll help you deal with everything."

…

Tang Qi put down the phone and stood up.

He went straight to get some washing and scrubbing tools and quickly cleaned away all traces of the soul-exchanging ritual on the ground. Then he looked at Old Morgan on the ground, sneered, and took off the rope on his body.

After everything was dealt with, Tang Qi washed his hands, went back to the main hall, made a pot of tea, and waited quietly.

Within less than twenty minutes, Tang Qi heard the bell from the outside of the villa.

He put down the teacup and came to the big iron gate to open it. A humble-looking black car appeared; the door opened, and a middle-aged man and two big men in black came out. The middle-aged man was wearing a suit, and he had a shrewd face.

After seeing Tang Qi, he came over, made a slight bow, and said, "Young Master Tang, Mr. Curry told us to come."

Tang Qi glanced at the three men, made a curt nod, and said, "Old Morgan is in my study. Go and move him down. In accordance with the customs of his homeland, just cremate him and scatter his ashes into the sea. Poor old man, he suffered from a sudden onset of illness and left us too fast. May he rest in peace."

"Yes!"

After replying, the two men in black moved very fast. They got the location of the study, and in less than one minute, they had already carried down the corpse of Old Morgan which had completely stiffened and stuffed it into the car.

At this time, Tang Qi came out again, holding a pile of documents which seemed like they had already been signed. He passed them straight to the shrewd-looking middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took it and, without even looking at it, put it away directly. Then he smiled respectfully at Tang Qi and said, "Young Master Tang, what you want will be mailed here in three days. You just need to receive it. We'll be leaving now."

Tang Qi heard this and nodded calmly. After saying a simple "goodbye", he walked straight back into the villa.

He walked one round to inspect the place before returning to the study.

The room that previously had some atmosphere of horror indeed looked much neater.

Without the corpse of Old Morgan, everything looked perfect.

Tang Qi walked to the window and looked at the people leaving. He let out a breath.

From today onward, he would have lost all his "inheritance" besides this villa that he was staying in right now.

Just now, he had entrusted all the property documents to Ronald's men, nominally letting Ronald help him to auction them off. But what Tang Qi knew very clearly was that he actually took the initiative to sell Tang's Steel Corporation and some of its ancillary property to Ronald.

To Tang Qi, he would be able to directly cash out a large amount of wealth.

For Ronald, the significance was much greater. Although it couldn't complete his plans for the Steel Association, it could definitely help to speed up the progress and increase his bargaining power.

For this, Ronald also did Tang Qi two small favors.

The first was to help him deal with the corpse of Old Morgan. Tang Qi could do it himself as well, but that would be very troublesome, and he might even have had to face questions from the police. But for a big figure like Ronald, it would be much simpler. Especially given that Old Morgan had prepared his own "cause of death", it would be a piece of cake.

As for the second favor, it would be revealed three days later.