The Irritable President

New York.

Top floor of Haulers Building, chairman's office.

Just as dawn was breaking, two figures suddenly appeared.

After skillfully disguising his appearance, Ryan spoke to Sebas behind him.

"Sebas."

"Yes."

"In the next couple of days, I'll arrange identification for you. Take the chance to study this world's management methods as well. Then help me clear out the rats in this building that steal their master's rice."

"Yes, my lord! I guarantee I will complete the task!"

His pale golden pupils abruptly narrowed into slits, and a dragon's aura capable of making ordinary people tremble with fear surged from Sebas. Sensing it, Ryan turned back and looked at him before instructing him again. "Try not to use power beyond that of normal humans in this world. Otherwise, it'll easily draw the attention of troublesome people. But there's no need to be overly cautious either. Judge the proper limits yourself."

"Yes, my lord. I understand." Sebas bowed slightly and restrained his aura to show his understanding.

"Mm. You'll need to learn the specifics of this world yourself afterward. As for the rest..."

Thinking of Annie, Ryan's expression suddenly became conflicted. Though he had made up his mind long ago, he could not help hesitating when the moment actually came.

After letting out a sigh.

"Sebas, I have something I want to ask of you!"

"Please give your orders, my lord!" Sebas said respectfully.

"I have a younger sister. I want you to help determine whether she has talent for magic or martial arts. If she does, find an excuse to teach her. But remember, change your appearance when you teach her. Don't let her discover your relationship with me!"

Ryan spoke with a complicated expression.

When it came to Annie, Ryan had always felt conflicted.

He wanted to give her everything best in the world, to let her live as happily as a princess in a fairy tale. Yet he also wanted the young girl to be strong and independent, able to live well on her own even if he disappeared someday.

These two thoughts had tangled in his heart for a long time, and only recently had he finally made a decision.

"Your younger sister?" Sebas was somewhat surprised, but he quickly recovered. "I understand. I will teach the young lady well!"

Being able to teach the Supreme One's younger sister—what a tremendous trust that was. He would devote one hundred and twenty percent of his energy to teaching her!

"Mm. Follow her whenever she goes out. Remember, do not act unless she faces a life-or-death crisis!" Ryan added.

Since Annie had chosen this difficult path, she needed to be mentally prepared to bear risks and hardships. Otherwise, no matter how strong he made her through resources, she would only be a pretty vase, a pawn in others' eyes.

"Yes!"

Sebas's heart tightened as he answered.

"Take this." Ryan picked up a card-shaped object from the desk and tossed it over. "It's the Haulers Building access card. With it, you can enter and leave anywhere in the building. Annie—ah, my younger sister—currently lives in the suite on the thirty-second floor. Go familiarize yourself with her when you have time, then get ready."

"Yes!"

After answering, Sebas left the office at Ryan's dismissive wave and went to familiarize himself with the building.

With Sebas's abilities and Ryan's full support, it would not take long for him to thoroughly understand this world and identify exactly how many treacherous rats were hiding within Haulers Building. And when that time came... a sharp glint flashed through Ryan's eyes!

The sky had brightened. Inside the White House in Washington State, United States, the president was flying into a rage.

"Where is Robert?! Get him in here! Why is the Haulers Group attacking the United States economy at a time like this?!"

The president roared with his eyes wide. The Subprime Crisis had shown signs of easing over the past two years, but with this move by the Haulers Group, it was foreseeable that the gradually stabilizing economy would once again plunge into turmoil.

Most importantly, this was completely thankless. Striking the United States while it was down would inevitably invite retribution afterward. He had met the Haulers Group's young chairman before, and the man did not seem like someone who would do something so suicidal.

"Uh, Mr. President, the Commerce Department has already issued a warning. But the Haulers Group replied that they will not stop unless they are given an explanation."

"An explanation? What explanation?" The president frowned. He still did not know what had happened in New York last night.

"It's like this." After handing over a document, the aide explained, "Yesterday evening, the Haulers Group chairman's younger sister was nearly kidnapped near a factory in the New York suburbs. Dozens died in the clash between both sides, but it has not yet been determined which force was behind the kidnapping. This attack on the stock market is clearly a warning and threat from the Haulers Group."

"A warning? A threat?" The president was so furious that his nose twitched. He slammed the table. "Since when has the United States fallen so low that it can be warned and threatened by a company?! Contact the Secretary of Commerce. Tell him that no matter what methods he uses, he is to ban Haulers Group money from entering the stock market!"

The president's roar echoed through the office. Even though the United States was going through the Subprime Crisis, it was not some company's turn to shit all over their heads.

"Uh, the Secretary of Commerce is already doing that. However, the Haulers Group replied that if the mastermind behind this incident is not handed over, they will launch a public opinion campaign and widely spread news of it. You know the Haulers Group's influence in that field. Even if restrictions are imposed now, if they want to, they can still make this the hottest topic in the entire United States in the shortest possible time."

The aide's embarrassed words made the president calm down.

He was right. The Haulers Group truly had that ability. For the United States, which constantly touted democracy and freedom, once the entire public began discussing this incident, the government would have to give its citizens an explanation. If things escalated, it might even cause more trouble. It could be said that the Haulers Group was already showing restraint... Hm? Showing restraint?

At that thought, the president felt as sick as if he had eaten a lump of freshly excreted shit.

"Phew..." The president took a deep breath. "Contact the Haulers Group and tell them..."

Ring ring ring...

The phone suddenly rang. After picking it up, the president's face grew darker and darker as he listened. By the time he hung up, he could no longer hold back a string of words beginning with F.

"What happened, Mr. President?" After waiting for the president to vent most of his anger, the aide cautiously asked.

"The Haulers Group has already spread the news across the entire United States."

The president said this gloomily. After looking up at the aide, he slowly continued, "Notify Robert. Have the Federal Bureau of Investigation investigate this matter with full force. I want information and evidence before tonight. Also, have him figure out a way. No matter what methods he uses, I do not want the same thing happening again in the future!"