Chapter 5

"Second floor, third floor and fourth floor!" The men of the house stared at the strange man that Jerry had with him with suspicion laced all over their faces.

And one thing that Saint could reckon. They were all new. The walk continued and they were not interrupted by anyone.

Until they got to the fourth floor

"And where do you think that you are heading to?" Inquired the head of the fourth floor as he quickly intersected Jerry and and Saint.

Jerry's face suddenly broke up into cold sweat once again, his words stuck in his mouth and he could barely get them out.

His face stormed off to where Saint stood with his increasing cold gaze and the surge of energy that swizzled all around him before returning his gaze to the sixth set leader.

"What's the need of exposing him here when I can get him to meet with the Clan leader and he could regret ever causing harm to my team!" He thought

However, his PTSD prevented him from being able to make out words until Saint quickly stepped forward.

"It seems that your leader is an old friend of mine. I want to see him to catch up with the past!" Saint replied, his words calm hit strong, squeezing through with a dominating aura that the Clan floor leader frowned upon

"You would keep your tongue to yourself if you feel that you still have use for it!" The leader shot back, returning his gaze to Jerry as he inquired.

"Did you lose your tongue!"

"No.. No.. I have just not been feeling too well for a while. And it's just like he said. I made sure that I didn't have anything incriminating with him.

And you can always go on to search for him if you want. Not like he can make use of any weapon right?" Jerry stammered, letting out a forced chuckle at the end.

"Right!" The leader's face still lingered with suspicion before eventually letting them through into the final halls.

They came to the final stop, with someone seating right behind a desk.

The scar that stood out right on his neck forced a scream of familiarity and even without seeing the face, a trace of bitterness crept through Saint's throat.

"And what have you brought? Gold? Silver?" The alter voice from a machine ran through the hall causing a shiver to run down Jerry's spine.

It wasn't every time that someone got to see the leader of the Clan. Especially for the Lowest leader that he was.

And apart from the payment of tribute, he tried avoiding this floor as much as he could.

He didn't even realize when he shivered violently, trying out to make out the words that he had been practicing in his head right from the start.

"I might not have any gold or silver. But I brought someone that might be of interest to you!" Jerry announced and the silence that brewed in the hall after words was deafening.

"Someone? Well that sounds interesting!"

For the first time, he made a spine towards them, his ruthless gaze crossing paths with that of sent who could suddenly feel the disdain rushing through every crack of his body.

How could he not remember the gaze of the person that sent his father to his own death. He had imprisoned this person with the intention that he would rot in jail till the end of time.

But there he was sitting right on the space that was met for him. How ironic.

"The Clan leaders have bitten more than they can chew and they will certainly pay for it!" Saint's hands clenched tightly, while the gaze of Fredrick bore right through his skin.

He expected someone of high status but the person that stood before him looked right, someone that just got dragged out of a slum!

A frown ran deep into his face.

"Is this supposed to be funny Jerry? Cause it's not!"

Jerry suddenly dropped to his feet, shivering to his bones.

"Forgive me, leader. I Will certainly not waste my time. But he dragged me here after beating out my men!" His face suddenly concerted with self pity.

Fredrick's face grew intense as his gaze lashed out at Saint.

"Do you care to tell me what exactly gave you the guts to confront me in such a manner?" His questions embodied every sense of seriousness but Saint only laughed it out.

The guards in the place together with Jerry suddenly ran cold with astonishment. Though Saint looked ordinary and poor, there was something different about him.

Giving him so much confidence even in the face of the great leader of the Dragon Clan.

"I was your Nemesis. Throwing you right into prison with my own hands and yet, you don't remember me?" Saint returned.

It was evident that Fredrick didn't recognize his greatest fear anymore. He stepped forward. The others beyond the realization of what was happening between the two.

"Are you inferring that you are the dead past leader of the Dragon Clan!" His eyes deepened into his eyes.

"It's astonishing that your slow witted mind as it has always been was able to get a grip on that! With such astonishing speed" Replied Saint.

The others were stunned, wanting to tear Saint into pieces already but they were stopped by Fredrick who found the person before him interesting.

While the rest thought that he would be boiling over with anger, a sudden flirt of laughter from him went ripping through the air.

"Putting aside the fact that the homeless dog is six feet below the ground. Right where he should be, do you think that you even passed for him!"

“Shady looking? If anything, at least he had the class!”

"I don't know how you got there. But you should have known right from the beginning that that space was never met for you!" Saint returned, ignoring Fredrick's cold words.

There was a sudden pause. The stare of the two men turning up the heat in the room.

"Then you should have the same fighting skills that he did back then. But even that won't be able to save you!" Replied Frederick..

Without much hesitation, he clapped his hands and the hall was flooded with dozens of trained gigantic men.

Their stares were intense and from the way that they posed their feet, they were far better trained then the men that he was made to face quite a while ago.

"Let's see how much of the past leader that you claim you are!" He laughed returning to the desk.

"Don't spare him!"

Saint's legs tightened to the ground as the men rushed forward with a yell, throwing their martial arts infused punches from every side.

Jerry's heart raced and his gaze tightened on Saint. Through his lightning steps, slipped right through their middle avoiding their punches that came landing into each other.

Fredrick frowned deeply. The thoughts that the man that dared to intrude into the Dragon Clan central house was still alive made his skin crawl over with rage.

But if one thing was sure, this person could not be Dragon Saint, the past leader who would never dodge an account.

Jerry could almost not keep up with Saint's fast feet that seemed to mix right with the air.

Suddenly he paused, his feet rooted right into the floor. It seemed like the men before him were pawns because he had suddenly gotten tired of playing this game with them.

"The Dragon Clan has really fallen!" Saint's eyes deepened

His hands ran deep into their stomach, sending them running through the sky.

Though they didn't see his advance, Fredrick suddenly sprang up from his chair. He was the only one that had seen what had happened there.

He had trapped them in their very own sneer, sending the blows that sent them flying off through the room.

There was only one person in history that was known to have cultivated this technique and that was the leader of the Dragon Clan sent.

The realization struck right deep into Fredrick's heart as he gasped for the breath that had suddenly become as heavy as bricks.

The men tried to rise back on their feet but slammed right back on the floor as they had lost every last bit of the energy that they had.

Their hearts beat really fast.

"It can't be. The Seven Clan. They.. they assured me that..."

"They ended me?”

"It's going to take more than the joint efforts of seven powerless dogs to end my life!" Returned Saint.

Fredrick's heart rose as he continued panting for breath. He had always had nightmares that this day was going to come. But not this soon.

And the continues assurance of the seven made him rest assured that Dragon Saint was long gone and nothing was going to bring him back into the world

"Now that you know who I am! Do we have to go through this the hard way? Or the easy way!" Saint inquired.

Still lost in his stare, Fredrick gnashed his teeth with a surge of energy running right through his vines.

In between his gnashed teeths, he swizzled.

"I already lost to you once. I am not planning for that to happen again!" He replied.

A loud cry from Fredrick suddenly sent an earthquake of steps, shaking even the deepest foundation of the building.

The door suddenly flew open, revealing hundreds of men that were lined up to take Saint down just at the command of Frederick.

A grin spread right across his face and he returned his gaze right back to Saint, stepping backwards in bits.

"So what if you are Dragon Saint. You might be able to defeat a dozen men but one thing is sure. I'm not letting you leave this place without putting you right back where you should be!" He shot the sinister looks at Saint still remained unfazed, despite the looks of the men, ready to tear him apart.

"Do you really think so?" Returned Saint.