"Sir Laufey, I came as soon as I got your call!" Lucian said subserviently as he bowed his head towards Mr. Murrock, who was seated inside a gazebo in his garden. Lucian had just been doing his early morning meditation when he recieved the former's call. He had quickly abandoned what he was doing and rushed over. He couldn't help but grow curious in his mind. What did Mr. Murrock need that he had to give him a call that early in the day. "That brat named Oscar. Have you managed to dispose of him?" Mr. Murrock asked, not bothering to mask his annoyance. After suffering a beating from Mr. Connor, he had to isolate himself indoors for two whole days to treat his injuries. He even spent a hell lot of money to hire a Divine Physician. As for those who witnessed his shameful humiliation, he had some of his subordinates silence. All these combined together fraustrated him deeply. "About that" Lucian scratched his chin awkwardly."The target proved harder to deal with than I expected.

"Wow! This is your store house?" Oscar whistled with amazement as he stared around. The store house in question was a largd storage room, containing hell lot of show glasses which had many items inside, ranging from antiques to spirit items. "Tsk. You are still just a bumpkin. These are just my father's private stash, yet you are awe strucken. I wonder what your reaction will be like when you see the Brown family's treasury" Elsa scoffed. "I'm sorry for my daughter's rudeness. She's acting unlike her regular self" Mr. Hemsworth apologized, afraid that Oscar's opinion of him would change. "It's fine. I can barely even hear what's she's saying" Oscar shrugged. Smiling in relief, Mr. Hemsworth led Oscar to a show glass, containing an azure colored couldron. "This couldron is a antique spirit item. I bought if from an auction in the past" "It was once used by an expert Divine Physician to brew herbs. Although I have confirmed it's authenticity, I've not really put it to practical t

"What the.." the other thugs were shocked when Oscar switched to the offensive. However before they could react, Oscar swiftly dealt with them, making his way into the stripclub. Since it wasn't yet work time, the stripclub was void of any sexual workers. Standing at the entrace was Mr. Murrock, accompanied by Twenty Howling Fiend gangstas. Behind them was Cargo, who was unconscious and tied to a chair. On his body were scars and deep gashes, as well as dried up blood. "Keke. I have to give it to you boy. You are courageous. Though I wonder what the basis for your courage is. Are you courageous or just ignorant?" he asked with a curious smile. "Tch. I thought that you were someone amazing. But now that I am seeing you, I am very disappointed" Oscar shook his head with pity. "I was the one who offended you. If you were that amazing, why didn't you find me yourself and have your revenge? yet you had to target someone else to draw me out. If you are not trash, then what are you?"

As soon as Oscar arrived at the banquet room, he scanned every inch and corner with his sharp eyes. There were about sixteen youths present, each dressed so extravagently that it gave away their identies as youg richies. "Erm? What's she doing here?" his brows jumped when he saw that Deliahah was present, and seated at the head of the table nothenless. "Aren't you sloppy Goldie. Today is Deliah and Hela's birthday. Yet, you show them disrespect by arriving at such a time" a girl amongst the gathering snorted, trying to incite trouble on Goldie. Her name was Cindy Howard, the daughter of a powerful business tycoon in another city. "Tch. You are still noisy as ever, Cindy" Goldie clicked her tongue. "You bitch!" Cindy's nose flared, looking like she so much wanted to tear Goldie apart. "Relax Cindy, it might be because of traffic" a handsome guy in the gathering laughed in Goldie's defense. "Yeah. I'm sure it's due to traffic""Yeah. Just let it rest" "You shouldn't make big th

Some minutes later, some of the hotel staffs brought a batch of herbs over to the room where the birthday was being hosted. After picking the herbs they requested, the two competitors laid them on their seperate tables. Clearing her throat, Deliah spoke up. "The rules of the competition is very simple. You both are going to refine a poison each. After tasting your opponent's poison. If you fail to refine an antidote to the poison, that counts as your loss" "This will be a piece of cake" Hela grinned smugly, picking up a herb. Slowly, she began dicing it up. The movements of her fingers were exquisite. Coupled with her pursed lips and furrowed brows, it was a tantalizing image to behold. "Hela is like a fairy when she refines medecine" "Yeah. Not only is she a top class beauty, she's also talented in the art of medecine. Whoever gets to marry her is sure to be the luckiest man on earth" Many of the males present were not stingy in their compliments."What's that guy doing?" some