Chapter 4

Gerald was Saint's most trusted subordinate when he was still the head. He knew better than anyone that Saint could think of, always by his side.

But there he knelt, his face all scattered all over his place. The torture was way beyond his body, digging deep into his bones.

And the mastermind behind this torture was someone that Saint had never seen before.

His heart raced faster pounding in his ears. 'What would have happened during these years that I was gone!' Thought Saint, announcing his presence with the stamping off his foot, that sent a shockwave suddenly rolling off through the hall.

Everyone's attention turned towards him, and the guards with the baton hitting their palms shot blazing stares at him.

The men wanted to come after him, but the leader sitting on the first house seat stopped them, raising his hands and stepping forward.

The long scar that ran across his face gave him a scary look when he smiled.

"And who dares to walk into their own death trap!" Enquired the man.

Griffin stared forward trying to make out the facial appearance of the man that had just stepped right into the place.

His breath kept running away no matter how hard he tried to get a hold of his breathing.

Only a blur of a familiar figure stood strong right before him, as his consciousness gradually slipped away from him.

He had tried to be loyal to his master to his last breath. Even after the seven Clan gave the leadership of the Dragon Clan to a puppet leader that they could easily bend to their will.

Gerald tried finding him through the reward. Even though he knew that it was going to cause a certain stare in the city.

That was the only way that he could think of to find him, after looking through every hole and creek of the city.

"You wouldn't want me repeating myself!" The man before Saint frowned, his hands balled with rage while Saint remained composed and calm.

"First, that question should be for you. And if you don't know me. It means that you don't even deserve to be in that seat!"

“Talk less of torturing one of my friends.” Saint noted with his words sending ripples running through the air.

The face Of Jerry, the first leader grew as red as that of a tomato, the anger surging through his vines like a boiling Lava.

"You fool! I'm going to make sure that you eat back those words!" He roared, throwing his hands in an attempt to slap Saint across the face.

However, his hands were suddenly sucked in the air.

Saint held his hands firmly in place. Jerry tried pulling off his hands, once, twice and thrice. However his hands remained in mid air.

He tried throwing his second hand to opt out of Saint's Strong grip but a slap sent him flying across the room.

"That's for being disrespectful and treating my subordinate with such inhumanity!" Saint noted.

The rest stood stunned, their feets petrified to the floor. This person just didn't dare to break into the hound of the Dragon Clan but also dared to challenge the seventh leader.

Jerry's face burned red, lightened up by his rage and he could feel the pain stinging through his face.

Everyone was stunned. Did this person have a death wish?

Just a glance at him and they could tell that he didn't have any prominent martial art skills.

Saint wasn't looking like some power tycoon either. Just some ordinary looking man with the stink of poverty roaming all around him.

"You! I can see that you have a death wish! And I'm going to make sure that I grant that wish!" He growled.

"What are you all waiting for! Didn't you see what he did to me? Get him down already!" He sneered at the rest of the guards, dozens in their numbers and they didn't even hesitate.

They lodged fiercely at him while Saints feet remained rooted to the ground.

His hands threw multiple blows at the train of guards that advanced like a multitude of ants towards him.

A blow sending the air of them flying right into the air. The yells and the clicking of their body smashing right into the hall filled the room.

His lightning steps could barely be seen by the men that launched at him, as they were sent ripping through the air in an instant with flying feets.

Soon enough, the men were all lying on the floor groaning in pain and with multiple bruises of their faces.

With the determination, fueled by their anger to eliminate Saint, they tried getting up from the floor, however, they spat out blood from their mouth, slamming back to the ground while spikes of pain pierced deep into their body.

Sweat trickled from the face of Jerry, and his heart dropped to the bottom of his feet as he quivered.

He was stunned.

“How's… how's this possible!” Cold chills were running down his spine as the sight before him seemed impossible to behold.

The man that he thought his guard would be able to take care of with their eyes closed had every one of them rolling on the floor with groans, within the splits of seconds.

The way that he once looked at Saint suddenly transformed into that of a living beast.

As Saint made his way towards him, he shakingly stepped backwards, until he got to his seat and there was nowhere for him to head.

"Don't come close to me! You don't know what the leader Dragon Clan is capable of doing to you.

Even if you could get past me, you would be tired before you get to the seventh!" His words broke right into multiple stutters as he spoke, his heart shaking together with the rest of his body.

"If you leave now! I'm going to forget your face and pretend like none of this ever happened!"

Getting right before him, Saint stopped.

"You don't have to remind me how powerful the Dragon Clan used to be! Cause I was once here!"

"And you don't have to be so frightened like you have seen a ghost. If you cooperate with me and do exactly as I say without trying anything funny.

You might Leave the clan with many scratches!"

The man before Saint, frightened to his bones, suddenly crashed on his knees, his hands clasped.

"Anything! I'm going to do anything that you want!" The vibration of his quivering ran right through Saint's skin as muttered.

"Take me to your leader!"

Jerry suddenly paused, the tune of Saint's command still ringing in his ears.

His mind had initially raced with the possibility that Saint was going to ask for money as always.

The first was always a common target for petty thieves though all except Saint have been unsuccessful.

Never had it come to his thoughts that Saint was going to ask to see the leader of the Dragon clan.

His gaze dug deep into the face of Saint, but there wasn't the slightest sense of recognition in that face that sent cold chills suddenly running through his vines.

"Why do you want to see the leader? Do you want both of us to die! How much do you want? Name your price and you will get anything that you want" Jerry's shivering increased and his shirt was already drenched with sweat as Saint came closer, and he could feel the hot breath right on his skin.

"If it's your leader that gives you a command, will you dare to ask a question?" Saint inquired and Jerry shook his head violently.

"See me as your leader! Which rightfully I am and take me to the imposter that gave you the right to punish my subordinate!"

Though Saint's words remained calm as he spoke, every sentence struck fear deep into the heart of Jerry, making him seem helpless

"Okay. I will do it! Don't just hurt me!" Jerry pleaded while Saint brushed past.

Saint never needed someone to show him the way since the Villa that was built according to his commands in the first instance.

He only needed to make sure that he didn't have to go through the hussle of spilling the wrath that should be reserved for one person.

Meanwhile at the other part of the city, Jack sat at the Sparrow mansion, the scent of alcohol and three staggering young men, with disjointed words, celebrated Merrily.

"I knew that it was never going to last. When you eventually get married to the supposed heiress of the family, they will have to make you the heir!" Jack's best friend laughed out loud.

The echoes of his laughter escaped swiftly through the foul smelling building.

"They really think that they can use me. But they don't realize how stupid they are!" Jack's grin spread to both sides of his ears.

He had labored, making sure that he seeks all means to get the Zlate family tired into his lashes.

And after finally getting rid of Saint, his wish was finally coming through.

"And we are not just getting the treasure of the Zlate family business group for ourselves, I will also be getting the pearl of the city under my cool hands."

"I can already imagine her soft moans filling the room. Don't forget to make a video for me Jack!"

"Certainly!" Jerked replied with an evil grin to his face.