The Traps of Black Swan

Before the butler of the Harmon mansion could continue his words and deliver the whole information about the presence of the major general with his team, Leon turned to his grandfather who sniggered.

Elder Harmon glanced at Leon's accusing gaze. He shrugged his shoulders as he took another bite, enjoying his healthy breakfast with eggs.

He added after a spoonful, "If I had such a connection, wouldn't you be on the road by now?"

Elder Harmon really wished he hadn't lost his connections. He was the founder of the Harmon Industries which was later raised to the sky by his son. It is soaring under Leon but Elder Harmon felt like his sons and his hard work became a tool to nourish the beast in their home.

He let out an internal silent sigh, he was aware Leon was going to shoo him back to the room so he took a sip or two from his water glass and grabbed his cane.

By that time, the major general with the other five reached the living hall. Leon had cued his butler to take the old man upstairs to his room.

The middle-aged butler stood behind Elder Harmon and heard him deeply sigh looking at the parlor. The butler immediately assured him, "Old Master, I have informed servants to get all your required brands. Please take a rest for some time, the bar will be ready by the afternoon."

Elder Harmon didn't respond and walked towards the elevator. Even though he gets to drink, he couldn't get drunk due to Leon Harmon. Leon was afraid that Elder Harmon would drink to death so he made sure Elder Harmon never drinks raw.

Elder Harmon was about to enter the elevator but paused hearing the voice behind. "Elder Harmon, we would like to speak with you too. Why don't you spare a few minutes here?"

Leon had put on his professional face with an amiable smile when he was walking towards the living. His footsteps slightly faltered while he tried to cover it up with fakeness.

"Major General Louis, why bother my grandfather. He is an old man, he needs to rest." He sounded plain.

Major general Louis was taller, stronger built, and older than Leon. His sharp eyes and darkened face were intimidating but not enough to scare Leon.

It wasn't his first time meeting Leon Harmon, each time they got a lead to Leon, they never got concrete proof to take him to custody. Despite knowing Leon Harmon wasn't clean but hiding big dirt behind him, every time he returned with an empty hand. Hence he hated Leon to his gut.

He smirked an evil one when Elder Harmon responded, "Major general, my grandson is so filial and worries about me a lot." It was like a slap on Leon's face.

"My dear grandson," Elder Harmon glanced at Leon walking closer to them, "I dare not be rude with your guests." He mocked openly.

He addressed them as guests because they are frequently doubting or getting some lead that Leon is into some criminal activity which is actually true.

Nonetheless, not only Major General, but Elder Harmon was also sure that the small piece of lead won't be enough to rein down a beast-like Leon Harmon. But as a duty, they had no choice.

Major General ignored Leon and shook Elder Harmon's hand before following him to take a seat without the need of an invite or words.

There were two local cops, one was a captain and a lieutenant. The other three were from the military. Major general's subordinates.

Leon pointed to the couch for the other five to take a seat while his eyes caught a lady. A lady military officer. He knew her due to Susan Parkinson.

Charlotte Parkinson passed the file she was holding to her chief. She was in uniform wearing her coldness. She didn't care how the luxurious mansion looked and their identities.

Her eyes were predatory, looking for any clue at the place. She nodded at a male officer who started taking notes and she came to the main point.

"Mr. Harmon," Her eyes were on the older person in the room as elders are always considered as the head of the house.

Elder Harmon instantly liked the young woman for ignoring Leon Harmon. He barely nodded in response.

Charlotte continued without a pause, "I am Lieutenant Parkinson. We are here due to a recent suspicious event that occurred near the military regency. We hope you could cooperate with us without wasting any of our time." Her voice had no hesitation but coldness.

Elder Harmon gave a side-eye glance at Leon expecting him to be pissed off. But he found a smile on Leon's face. His smile might look harmless but Elder Harmon knew well, Leon was thinking something with respect to Lieutenant Parkinson.

Elder Harmon changed his mind and didn't appreciate Charlotte. He likes strong women whereas he could only pity women like Eliza, "Sure, I and my grandson will cooperate with you." He answered plainly.

Meanwhile, Leon discerned the reason behind their visit. He realized his men didn't disappear. Apparently, they were caught by the military.

Charlotte didn't ask about the case. her eyes swept around the vast living room. When they entered, all servants were sent inside and she had noticed the waste they carried away.

"There are traces of violence in the living hall. Could you tell us what happened before we arrived?" They will suspect every detail once it leads to somebody.

Elder Harmon was quick to respond before Leon could even speak. "Fear," He emphasized it for Leon, "Leon feared, realization hit him hard and he broke down everything in the night."

Well, his words instantly boiled Leon's blood in his veins. Excluding Leon and Major General, none really understood Elder Harmon's words.

Before Major General could start to dig up about the previous night, he laughed, grabbing their attention from his grandfather. As a veteran actor, he did his job well.

"Grandfather, you are so funny." He erased the real motive of Elder Harmon's lines, "He loves to crack jokes so don't mind him."

Then he made up a quick, silly story to brush off the topic, "I had given a day off to my servants and a snake became an uninvited guest. Who is not scared of the poisonous snake, right?..."

Elder Harmon cut in, "Yeah right. It was a King cobra. My poor grandson was shaken just by seeing its hoods extended, standing tall in defense. Just think what would have happened if it had attacked him."

Leon's face was dark as coal hearing Elder Harmon's words. He wanted to pull the tongue out of his grandfather's mouth and cut it off.

The officers looked at each other. Despite hearing as a snake, they felt like Elder Harmon was appreciating the strengths of somebody.

Elder Harmon didn't stop there. He answered his own question. "I will tell you. Its one attack is enough to affect Leon's nervous system. It results in extreme pain, blur..."

"Grandfather," Leon said through his teeth to stop him.

Elder Harmon ignored him and continued as though teaching the youngsters. "Blurred vision, vertigo, drowsiness..."

"Grandfather."

"Eventually paralysis. Followed by cardiovascular collapse will cause Leon to fall into a coma."

"Grandfather." He hissed, annoyance evident in his voice.

Elder Harmon turned to Leon and shook his head, "You won't die from it." Then he added after a pause, "You will die when your respiratory system fails." Then he nodded to his own words.

Leon reminded himself to be calm without coughing blood at his grandfather's words