The Strongest Businessman

Dylan's sudden appearance incited discussions within the crowd but Dylan disregarded them and continued to move.

"What did you just say about us?!" The feminine young man screeched.

"I said that it was all just an act. You threatened everyone to not say anything. It must have been an even worse threat for the witness who swallowed his pride and abandone his conscience to say such heartless things to people he did not even know." Dylan slowly walked forward until he arrived at Kent and Loraine's side.

The crowd shivered because they knew that everything that Dylan said was on point but they were still unable to figure how he was able to figure out all of those.

"How audacious! Do you have proof?" The fat lecher sneered.

But Dylan ignored them and asked about Loraine's condition first, " How is she?"

"Hey, wait, are you ignoring me?! The nerve!" The fat lecher cursed.

"Ah... she is still out cold. There's bleeding in her mouth due to the slap. No matter how much I try to wake her up, she won't. She might even have a concussion..." Kent was terrified because he did not know what condition Loraine was in.

"How about you?" Dylan saw the bleeding on Kent's right shoulder so also asked.

"It's just a shallow wound I recieved from the guard who protected the witness." Kent said.

"Who is the man who did this to her?" Dylan asked coldly.

"Sir..." Kent was shocked. This was the second time Dylan felt so terrifying. The first time he saw him like this when they were all held hostage by Byron. Now, this feeling appeared once more because Loraine was ruthlessly hurt by Fred!

" It was the blonde haired man named Fred." Kent replied.

"I see." Dylan nodded and stood up. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Now, there was only tranquility in Dylan's eyes.

"Sir Dylan, why are you here? Are'nt you supposed to be in the store helping Scott and the others..." Kent was depressed seeing how he was implicating Dylan with the trouble he just caused.

"Don't worry. Larry is doing well leading them. I'm just here coincidentally because I was trying to find him." Dylan replied with a smile.

"Sir Dylan..." Kent felt guilty for having made Dylan come all the way here because they were in trouble.

"I will do fine. I will make those who hurt the two of you pay." Dylan promised.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Fred asked sharply.

"I am Dylan Ford, the owner of the Soaring Garden enterprise." Dylan introduced himself in a very casual manner.

"So? What are you interfering with my establishment's matters?" Fred disdainfully said.

'Tsk, another troublesome prick. Heh. What Soaring Garden? Must be a low class business along the boulevard. But... why does his name sound oddly familliar?" Fred thought.

"Because they are my employees." Dylan directly answered.

"How equally insolent. No wonder they say the birds of the same feather flock together. It just goes to show how irresponsible you are that you were unable to properly discipline your subordinates." Fred mocked.

"Is that so? How would you define discipline then? Enlighten me." Dylan replied.

"As expected, you don't even know what discipline means." Fred retorted with a laugh.

"Sorry. I perfectly know the meaning of discipline. What I meant to say was what does discipline mean for you? It seems like you were unable to get what my simple words meant." Dylan said amusingly.

"What did you say?! Are you trying to imply I am an idiot?!" Fred became even more furious.

"What do you mean? I was simply saying that you were unable to unerstand my statement earlier and had no hidden meaning intended. It is Young Master Fred that assigned meaning to my words. I wonder why though?" Dylan slyly said.

"Where are you getting at?" Fred furiously said.

"Nothing in particular, really." Dylan smiled at Fred whose face was already twisted with anger.

"You..." The veins on fred's face was becoming more apparent as he heard

"Is that you, Dylan?" Another voice from the crowd was heard. A figure emerged from the crowd and a handsome male adult could be seen. He was Barry Vernon, Dylan's sworn brother.

"Who is he?" The crowd was shocked by the sudden appearrance of Barry.

"Haha, it really is you. I thought I was lost for a second there." Barry laughed as he approached Dylan and the others. When he glanced Kent and Loraine and the opposing party, he immediately got a gist of what happened.

"Who the heck are you?" The fatty awkardly asked Barry but Barry just went pass him like he did not even see him. "The hell!"

"Are you a friend of his? Please do not interfere in this matter. Our establishment will surely pay you handsomely." Fred asked and generously offered. But like the fatty, Barry ignored him also.

"Oh, Barry. What a coincidence to meet you here. Where were you? I could not find you at all. " Dylan looked ecstatic when he saw Barry. It seemed as though he forgot about Fred and his group.

"Are they ignoring me!?!?" Fred's expression darkened when he saw that he was nonchallantly ignored.

"I just roamed around and took a look at the businesses along the street. It has been quite some time since I was able to roam around so freely so I decided to windowshop a bit." Barry shared joyously. He also knew what was happening so he decided to put on a blind eye.

"It seem like you had a lot of fun." Dylan smiled.

" That reminds me. There was this one store I went to earlier. It had a book that said that people who are of guilty conscience are overly sensitive and usually associate themselves with words that are related to the matter which they are guilty about. It was truly a fascinating book." Barry said.

"A fascinating book, indeed. I have met several people who are like that. The author must have been a genius." Dylan glanced at Fred and company when he said those words.

"You think so too?" Barry smirked while glancing at the three.

"You sharp tongued bastards! Your sly tongues will be the death of you!" Fred and company could no longer keep it in and cursed out!

"The both of you are deliberately humilliating me! You will pay the consequence! Sir Pedro, please observe justice and have your guards cease them!" Fred angrily said.

"Guards, arrest them!" Pedro said.

"Yes, sir!" The guards behind Pedro charged forward.

"Hold on. Why are we getting arrested? What crime did we comit?" Barry questioned the guards which came to a halt.

"Are you going to say slander again?" Dylan asked.

"Indeed. Not only that, what you're doing right now is obstruction of justice and insubordination! This is already enough reason for us to arrest you two!" One of the guards said.

" We-" Dylan was just about to say something when Barry glanced at him and said. "Let me handle this."

"Alright." Dylan trusted his brother so he naturally agreed.

"Is that so? How did we obstruct this so called justice of yours?" Barry interjected.

"You prevented us from arresting those two criminals behind you." Another guard asked.

"Really? We will willingly surrender in one condition." Barry lifted his hands to the chest level with his knuckles facing downwards. It was as though he was asking to be arrested.

"Why should we listen to criminals like you?!" A guard objected the idea.

"Yeah, who do you think you two are?!" Another guard concurred.

"Let's just arrest them." A third guard suggested.

"So, these are Thundercloud Guards? I expected you to be more civilized. How disappointing." Barry said.

"What did you just say?" The guards who agreed naturally found Barry's comment very unpleasant.

"I thought there would at least someone here who I could talk normally with but I guess I was expecting too much." Barry shook his head.

"You!" The guards were enraged by Barry's comments.

"What condition?" The first guard who spoke asked.

"Now, we're talking. My condition is simple. Prove to me that this justice is true by writing a Soul Contract in a Soul Lock Scroll. If you do, we would wholeheartedly follow you to the Thudercloud Guards Headquarters without resistance." Barry smirked when he saw someone take the bait.

"That's..." The guards faltered because they knew that all of this was orchestrated! If they were to write something like that in a Soul Lock Scroll, there was great possibility that they might become mentally retarded for lying!

"Why have you faltered now? Earlier, you were all about delivering justice and whatnot. Where did it all go? Could it be that everything you have said up until now was false?!" Barry is kind to his friends but ruthless to his enemies. He would never fight a battle that he would never win especially when it came to verbal sparring, few could only beat his witty tongue.

"That..." The guards could no longer think of any retort.

"What's wrong? Is that not enough? I can agree to a life sentence of 100, no, 150 years if you could prove it to me." Barry added more fuel to the fire.

"Madman!" The only word that the crowd could describe him. The crowd was amazed by the amount of confidence Barry had. He was even willing to put his life on the line for this bet.

But, how could they know that Barry was a monster from the main bloodline of the vernon clan who has the life force of over 2500 years?! Spending 150 years in prison would only be a cinch for him.

Dylan was the only one who knew how terrifying Barry was. He knew that even if Barry were to lose this gamble, it would be no problem for him but it was impossible since Dylan was sure that this was really a ploy by the nobles of the Excellent Tailors.

"You." Dylan faced the fat noble and gazed straight into his eyes.

"What?" The fatty weakly said.

"You asked me whether I have proof earlier, right? Of course, I do. My proof are your strengths!" Dylan said.

"How could that be considered as proof? What a fool." The feminine man sneered.

"I cannot take this anymore! You lot have slandered us time and time again! Have you no shame!" The fatty scowled with fury.

"I guess you lot are really confident, huh? You are confident because the supervising captain and the crowd are on your side, right?" Dylan said.

"That's right! That is why you four should surrender now!" The feminine man spoke.

"I hate to it break it to you but I have no intention of doing so. As I have said earlier, the proof is your stength. Your strength are all at the Origin Transmutation Realm and reaching this realm also means that you have already developed Spiritual Awareness that allows you to telepathically send messages to other people in a limited range! The entire crowd is in a circular donut with a 10 meter diameter. If my memory serves me right, 10 meters is the average of someone who just reached the Awakened Spirit Realm. Thus, telepethically communicating to 89 bystanders would be fairly easy for 3 Origin Transmutation Realm experts in a minute." Dylan said.

"That- that! How can you be so sure that we did all of that! This is public defamation!" The fatty almost fell down. This guy's deductions were on point!

"Really? Then, if you are really of clear conscience, then sign a Soul Lock Scroll with me to prove me wrong! If I'm wrong, then I would even accept a life sentence!" Dylan said confidently.

"Madman... They are both madmen!" Everyone was shocked by the level of determination that these two men possessed. They were willing to do anything to prove that their companions did not do anything wrong.