The Dow Jones Index currently looked like a horrifying scene from a battlefield.
Under the influence of the market, the short selling party was making triumphant progress. However, the number of funds held would also make a difference on a battlefield like this.
Even though Fabian had tried everything to hide his position, he could not stop Jasper because Jasper had already thoroughly hunted him down.
The two parties maintained this intricate dance for a very long time. Both sides already understood each other inside and out.
Jasper soon led the attack as he began targeting all of Fabian’s positions.
Jasper’s attack left no means of escape, as Fabian’s disguise was ripped off and he was left completely exposed.
In that moment, the eyes of all the hungry establishments that were busy looking for a free meal lit up.
They did not expect such a big fish to be hiding in such a chaotic battlefield.
To those agencies, they did not care if you were Fabian Atticus or Atticus Finch, as long as there was profit and returns, they would take you down even if Winston Benett himself was standing in front of them.
Which one of the bosses or stakeholders from those agencies was not a big shot that were in the top 500 of the world when it came to power?
Fabian was mighty in Harbor City and his family was powerful indeed.
However, if he was thrown into the Nasdaq’s battlefield, the Atticus family was just a squire from a small town. It would be impossible to make those establishments halt their attack.
Thus, a smokeless financial massacre immediately skipped the mild prelude and leaped into the most exciting bit in which people suffered terrible financial losses.
They were competing to find out who had among them had the most money and most power.
“Mr. Atticus, this is too much, We can’t hold on any longer!”
“Mr. Atticus, we have to come up with a plan soon! If Jasper was the only one hitting us, we might have been able to hold out, but the problem is that the entire market trend is plunging too violently.”
“Jasper keeps attacking us with such great fanfare and he has attracted at least six other organizations to encircle us. We won’t be able to hold on!”
“Mr. Atticus, the warning line of the position funds continues to fall below the critical value. If this continues, our funds won’t be able to take it!”
Fabian felt his head aching when he heard the panicked exclaims of his subordinates.
“Alright, quiet! Shut up!”
Fabian roared, causing the noisy room to fall into an eerie silence.
What was left was muffled and rapid breathing.
“How much funds do we have left now?” Fabian asked through gritted teeth.
“About 1 billion US Dollars.” One of Fabian’s subordinates reported carefully.
“How long has it been since trading commenced? It’s only been 10 minutes and you lost 300 million US Dollars?” Fabian bellowed.
The subordinate that answered him just now did not dare to speak anymore.
At this moment, another subordinate said in a low voice, “Mr. Atticus, you can’t blame us. Jasper is too despicable. He purposely does this with great fanfare hoping to attract those organizations scrounging for a free meal to come attack us.”
“Atticus, let’s back away a little.”
At this moment, Morrison stood up from his desk. His expression was stern.
“As things stand, at least 6 agencies looking for free meals all over the world are taking aim at us. Their combined funds exceed 6 billion US Dollars. If this continues, all of our money will be gone in under 30 minutes unless we back away.”
“Damn it!”
