The Invasion Arc Begins

The conference room was dimly lit, yet the chairs cast long shadows on the walls. The faces of most of the attending members were under shadows or covered with masks. Secrecy was integral in the high-profile meeting. However, a couple of them were too proud to remain hidden.

"The New World Order has taken over Springfield," an old but rugged-faced man said, leaning forward. He was Lector Damone, the Chairman of Falcon Industries, the third-largest conglomerate in the world.

"Didn't you send your grandson to neutralize them?" Alexander Blackwell jibed with a smirk.

"Hold your tongue!" Lector barked. "You are a minuscule company compared to mine."

"I own Carmine City," came the reply. "But you lost Springfield, the mother lode! The Rapids Project will bring an end to all our businesses. What's the point of having a big dick if you can't get it up?"