Top Notch War God

Chapter 59

At that moment, Talon was playing chess with an elderly man. The old man had gray hair, neatly combed, and two bodyguards in black stood beside him.

"Lord Gordon, you've lost again," Talon said.

"Ah, forgive me, General. I'm getting old; my chess skills have declined. I'm not as good as you anymore," Kieran said with a bitter smile, shaking his head.

"Lord Gordon, I've told you several times, this isn't the military; you can call me Mr. Storm or Talon. I heard you will have a birthday soon, so I picked out two items for you at a recent auction in Philadelphia."

Talon continued. "One is Liam's 'The Maid Picking Fruit,' and the other is King Louis's seal. They're not exactly rare treasures, but I hope you'll accept them," Talon said, waving his hand as Nightwing presented the gifts.

"It's rare for you to remember my birthday. Truly a surprise," Kieran said with a slight smile. To ordinary people, these items were indeed treasures, but to him, Pennsylvania's richest man, they were merely playthings.

"Lord Gordon, there's something I don't understand. If I'm not mistaken, your birthday is just two days away. Why are you in Philadelphia looking for me instead of staying in Pennsylvania?" Talon asked with a smile, raising an eyebrow.

"Haha, it seems nothing escapes your notice!" Lord Gordon laughed heartily.

"Go on, anything I can help with, I'll do my best," Talon said seriously.

Kieran's son used to be a member of the Dragon Nest army. If he hadn't died in battle, he might have been the one by Talon's side now. So, whatever Kieran needed, Talon would do for him.

"I just heard that your partner recently took over Yuvi Group? That's great! I happen to have a $10 billion order and would like you to help. If it's convenient, I'd also like you to help me look into someone," Kieran said. True to his businessman nature, he first brought up the $10 billion before stating his request.

He took out a photo from his pocket, showing a man and a woman together. The woman was petite and demure, nestled in the man's embrace. The man, refined and gentle, also had a hint of dominance about him.

"Who is this?" Talon asked, examining the photo with a puzzled expression.

"Honestly, that girl is my granddaughter, Nia Gordon. The man is from the Richards family in Pennsylvania. Their wealth might rank below mine, but they're still formidable. I want you to look into Dale Richards. I've heard he was also in the military, and I suspect he's deliberately getting close to Nia for ulterior motives," Kieran said gravely, lowering his voice.

Talon frowned. This was a family rivalry, and he didn't want to get involved. "I think Nia and Dale make a good match. Lord Gordon, aren't you being a bit too worried?"

Kieran sensed his implication and stood up. "Not at all. Mr. Storm, you don't understand how complicated these family matters are. Nia has no intention of marrying Dale; she's merely a family pawn. They're coming to Philadelphia tonight, so please help me!" Kieran bowed respectfully, as if he wouldn't get up until Talon agreed.

Talon shook his head vigorously. "Lord Gordon, this really puts me in a tough spot. If I find out Dale has bad intentions, won't you just regret it? Besides, I just promised to help my wife pick out a car. I was planning to go do that in a bit. I'm afraid…"

Kieran interrupted him with a calm smile. "If your wife wants a car, I ordered a Bentley a couple of weeks ago that's currently being modified in Philadelphia. It's imported from abroad, and I've had the glass replaced with bulletproof materials for extra safety."

He added. "Mr. Storm, if you don't mind, you can go to the Philadelphia bank and pick up the keys from Carlo Leake as my way of covering your expenses."

Talon forced a smile, shaking his head. "So, this means I really have to help you, huh?"

"Absolutely."

"Well, fine. What time and where?" Talon sighed.

"My daughter is meeting Dale in Philadelphia for business. They'll probably go to Seaside Bar around midnight. Mr. Storm can pick up the car first, take care of everything, and there's no rush. If anything changes, I'll notify you," Kieran quickly replied.

"Alright, in that case, I'll look into it. I'll go get the car, then head home. I'll be at Seaside Bar at midnight," Talon said, glancing at the time; it was just past five.

"Farewell, Mr. Storm!" Kieran bowed deeply, watching Talon leave.

Talon left Ali's tavern and casually walked to the Philadelphia bank counter to prepare some cash for his visit to Seaside Bar that night.

"Hello, sir. How can I assist you today?" a uniformed bank manager approached him.

She looked to be around thirty, heavily made up, with her arms crossed, sizing up Talon. Noticing his ordinary attire, especially the oversized shorts, she couldn't help but show a hint of disdain.

"I'd like to withdraw some cash," Talon said softly as he took a seat.

"You can withdraw cash at the ATM. We're close to closing time, and the tellers are busy with their accounts, so they might not have time for you," the bank manager, Itzel, said with a forced smile.

Talon looked at the customers in the room and asked, "The ATM only lets you withdraw $2,000 at a time, which is a hassle. If the tellers are about to close, why are they still serving customers? Don't they have to close too?"

"They're serving our big clients, all of whom have deposits of over $2 million and enjoy the privilege of withdrawing at any time. How much do you plan to withdraw? The ATM is perfectly fine for that. Even if you want to withdraw $10,000, it's just five transactions," Itzel explained patiently, glancing at the teller.

Talon shook his head. If $2 million deposits were considered big clients, then what did that make him, a billionaire? Looking at the time, it was nearly six, and the tellers were indeed closing down.

Talon sighed. "Forget it, I won't withdraw; I'll just…"

Before Talon could finish his sentence, Itzel cut him off, visibly irritated. "If you're not here to withdraw money, don't waste our time! We're about to close!"

Talon chuckled, deciding not to argue with her. "Your attitude as a bank manager towards clients is questionable. Take me to see Carlo; just tell him I'm Mr. Gordon or Mr. Storm; either is fine."

Itzel suddenly recognized the name, her expression changing as she asked sharply, "Stop! If you want to see our bank president, do you have an appointment?"

"You need an appointment to see your president?" Talon genuinely didn't know the bank's procedures. Kieran sent him for the keys, and he prepared two names just in case Carlo didn't recognize him.

"Of course! Our president is extremely busy; you can't just see him without an appointment! You have two options: either show me an appointment confirmation or leave immediately. If not, I have the right to report you for disrupting our bank's normal operations!" Itzel declared fiercely, with an air of authority.