Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1511

Chapter 1511: I’m Not Here to Fight Your Battles

Villain Ch 1511. I’m Not Here to Fight Your Battles

Allen stood slowly, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a phone. He tapped a few times, then slid the screen toward Mr. Bell.

Darren.

Liam.

Two contact names. No last names.

Vivian smirked slightly at that one.

She’d known Allen long enough to recognize the subtle dance of power he was performing right now. That carefully crafted indifference masking a sharp, calculating mind.

Mila, beside her, stayed silent—her wide-eyed expression made it clear she wasn’t entirely following every subtlety, but she knew enough not to interrupt.

Mr. Bell, however, looked dead serious. He stared at the two contacts displayed on the phone screen, fingers curled tightly at his sides, lips pressed into a thin, worried line. He looked hesitant.

He looked up sharply at Allen. “Then what exactly do you expect me to do once you’ve given me these contacts? Just… call them? Hope they have some magic solution?”

Allen shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back slightly in his chair. His posture spoke volumes—relaxed yet still completely in control. A playful smirk flickered onto his lips, eyes sharpening as he brought one hand up to rest thoughtfully beneath his chin.

“Come on, Mr. Bell,” Allen said, voice low and smooth, almost mocking. “I’m pretty sure a man of your caliber knows exactly what to do. Their situations might be messier than yours, but the stakes aren’t quite the same.”

He leaned forward now, holding Bell’s gaze firmly. “They’re ordinary people. Pro gamers, sure. Good at what they do, with some measure of respect and admiration in their small circles. But their worlds are tiny compared to yours. They don’t hold important executive roles in a massive agency. No boardroom power plays, no million-dollar deals riding on their reputation. No social elite dinners to attend, no wives or girlfriends in the society pages.”

Allen paused, letting the words sink in before he added with an almost lazy confidence, “So if they crash, it’s a minor splash. Maybe their jobs get messy, maybe their families judge them. A few angry threads, some whispers in their gaming community. Media might feature them briefly, but they’ll fade fast. Forgotten. Ordinary casualties.”

He tilted his head slightly, eyes intense and steady. “But you, Mr. Bell… You’re different. Your fall would be spectacular. Front-page headlines. Urban Enigma’s name splattered all over the industry, your board of directors panicking. Your wife’s influential family furious, pulling strings you didn’t even know existed. And once Sophia releases those texts… well. You know better than anyone how fast that spreads.”

Mr.Bell went utterly silent. He swallowed hard, eyes fixed to a random spot on the polished table surface. Allen’s words sliced deep. The reality he’d carefully ignored was suddenly stark and painfully clear. He’d been holding onto a fragile hope—that somehow, things might resolve themselves quietly. But Allen was right. His situation wasn’t ordinary. It was catastrophic.

Yet there it was, sitting in front of him. The contact information. A lifeline. A potential solution. Allen hadn’t outright offered salvation, but he’d shown Bell the path. He was handing him a tool, one chance to claw his way out of the pit Sophia had dug.

Still… something in Bell couldn’t help but push just a little further.

He raised his head slowly, forcing himself to meet Allen’s eyes again. His voice came out cautious, measured. “She also has her eyes on you, Allen. You know it’s true. She’s only using me as a stepping stone. Once she’s done here, it’s only a matter of time before she tries the same thing with you.”

Mr.Bell paused, trying to read Allen’s expression, but the young man’s gaze was maddeningly calm. “Wouldn’t it be in your best interest to help me a little more directly? The faster we get rid of her, the safer it’ll be for both of us. Especially before she gets close enough to hurt you.”

Allen chuckled—a low, dark sound that chilled Mr.Bell more than he’d care to admit. ‘He is dangerous’ that was what Mr.Bell’s instinct screamed. He leaned back casually, expression utterly indifferent, as if Bell’s suggestion was borderline amusing.

“That contact info is my help to you,” Allen replied smoothly, voice edged with ice. “What you do with it is entirely up to you. The rest depends on whether or not you seize this opportunity.”

Bell opened his mouth to argue, but Allen raised a single finger, silencing him.

“This is your mess, Mr. Bell,” Allen said quietly, dangerously calm. “Not mine. Why should I stain my hands cleaning up something that doesn’t affect me yet?”

Bell’s face flushed red. Desperation, embarrassment—emotions tangled painfully in his chest. Allen’s indifference wasn’t cruel, exactly, but it was a pointed reminder that no one owed him anything. He’d created this mess himself. One careless misstep after another, leading to a situation that threatened everything he had built, everything he loved.

Allen had no obligation to save him. He had no obligation to care.

Mr. Bell exhaled slowly, gathering himself as best he could. He adjusted his suit jacket, hands slightly trembling now. He had no choice but to concede Allen’s point.

“Fair enough,” Bell said quietly, voice hoarse. “You’ve given me enough.”

Allen offered a faint, indifferent smile. He knew perfectly well Bell was cornered. He’d placed a single, precise move on the board and watched Bell squirm beneath it. The man had no options left except the ones Allen had presented—two strangers Bell had never even heard of before today, holding answers that might either save him or doom him further.

Then Allen, finally breaking the quiet, relaxed his posture and spoke again—this time softer, more casual. “Look,” he began slowly, eyes locked firmly on Bell. “Don’t misunderstand me. I might help you in the future—but don’t expect too much from me. I’m not here to fight your battles.”

Mr. Bell looked up, his expression complicated, a mixture of confusion and understanding flickering across his weary features.