Ancient Tears BloodLine Chapter 900 - 900 Part 1 Compensation Negotiation

Chapter 900: Part 1: Compensation Negotiation Chapter 900: Part 1: Compensation Negotiation From MC’s Perspective: The next day, after going through my usual morning routine, I made up my mind to begin my body cultivation training.

It was sothing I’d been preparing for, and today felt like the right day to start.

However, before I could even begin, my plans were interrupted by an unexpected call-a summons from the Federation Head himself.

He demanded my presence in his office within half an hour.

My heart skipped a beat, the words echoing in my mind as a wave of anxiety washed over .

I quickly agreed, ending the call, but a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

“Why is he calling ?” I muttered under my breath, a feeling of dread creeping into my thoughts.

My mind imdiately went to my Teacher.

Could sothing have happened to him?

The possibility gnawed at , refusing to let go.

Trying to shake off the unease, I decided to take a bath first, hoping the warm water would help clear my head.

The bath lasted for 15 minutes, but it felt longer, as my mind raced with all sorts of possibilities.

Erging from the bathroom, I dressed in my federation uniform, taking an extra mont to ensure every detail was perfect.

The routine of getting ready helped calm slightly, though the anxiety lingered just below the surface.

I gave myself one final glance in the mirror, trying to mask the tension in my expression, then left my room.

My steps were brisk as I made my way to the lift, pressing the button for the top floor with a certain heaviness in my hand.

The door closed, and the elevator began its ascent, the hum of the machinery doing little to drown out the swirling thoughts in my mind.

What could the Federation Head want with ?

Was it really about Teacher, or sothing else entirely?

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding.

Soon enough, the elevator reached the top floor.

The doors slid open with a soft chi, revealing the hallway that led to the Head’s office.

Steeling myself, I stepped out and walked forward, my footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent corridor.

The office door was already open, which was unusual and only added to my unease.

As I entered the room, I imdiately noticed six other individuals seated opposite the Federation Head.

Their presence was unexpected, and confusion flashed through my mind as I quickly scanned the room, trying to gauge the situation.

Why were they here?

And what did this gathering an for ?

Federation Head Ben’s eyes imdiately caught sight of as I stepped into the room.

His expression, calm and composed, betrayed no emotion as he addressed .

“Zack, co to my side and et them.” His words carried a weight that left no room for hesitation.

I walked over to his side, standing just beside his desk, and turned my gaze towards the group seated in front of .

As I observed them, it was clear that they were a mix of ages-so were old, others middle-aged, and among them were a few won.

Their presence here, in the Federation Head’s office, piqued my curiosity.

For a brief mont, my thoughts drifted, trying to piece together the puzzle before .

Ben, sensing my confusion, cleared his throat to bring back to the present.

“Zack,” he began, his voice steady, “they are here to see you.” “?” The word slipped from my lips, barely above a whisper.

As I studied the faces before , I noticed a strange mix of emotions in their eyes-guilt, fear, and sothing else that I couldn’t quite place.

Their gazes were heavy, as if burdened with the weight of sothing unspeakable.

It felt as though they had wronged in so way, though I couldn’t imdiately understand how.

“What’s going on?” I wondered silently, my mind racing for answers.

Ben’s lips curled into a knowing smile, and he continued, “Do you rember Simon and his friends?” At the ntion of that na, a cold, murderous intent flashed in my eyes.

Simon.

The na alone brought back a flood of bitter mories.

mories I had buried deep, ones I had not shared with anyone-not even Jonathan.

My mind whirled with questions.

How could the Federation Head possibly know about that incident?

I turned to Ben, my eyes narrowing as they t his.

He returned my gaze, still wearing that infuriatingly calm smile.

“I know what happened to you,” Ben said, his tone steady and matter-of-fact.

“Simon assaulted you during your mission.

He and his team abandoned you, fully expecting you to die out there.

But sohow, against all odds, you survived and returned.” His words hung in the air, heavy with truth.

I could feel the anger simring beneath the surface, but at the sa ti, the clarity of his statent began to dissolve the fog of confusion in my mind.

So, this is why they were here.

Ben continued, “Now, Simon and his team are terrified that you might seek revenge.

Their families, fearing the worst, have sent their elders here to resolve the matter.

They’re willing to offer you compensation, hoping to put this dispute to rest.” As Ben spoke, the doubts in my mind started to fade away, replaced by a cold, calculating focus.

I could see it now-the desperation in their elders’ eyes, the silent plea for rcy.

They had wronged , left for dead, and now they were afraid of the consequences.

And yet, here they were, trying to buy their way out of the justice they deserved.

My gaze swept across the gathered elders, their faces etched with a palpable sense of guilt.

Though the situation seed genuine, an underlying unease gnawed at .

It felt as if they’d anticipated this confrontation, their expressions carefully crafted to mask a deeper truth.

Federation Head Ben believed that the elders were well-prepared.

Their carefully chosen words and statents seed to emanate directly from their Family Heads.

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