WORLD CONQUERING SYSTEM~REBORN TO REVENGE

Chapter 5

"Who do you think he is?"

"How do you expect me to know! But we all know who he is going against! The trafficker! Is he out of his mind?" A young man whispered to his pregnant wife right beside him.

There was someone who was standing in the crowd. Clinton is one of the highest ranking people in Ravers University by wealth from the southern campus.

Though Jim was from the east campus, news about the garbage collector had already spread all over. Giving him a reputation that he didn't even realize existed.

"Maybe that's his wretched sister of course! I won't be surprised!"

The crowd shifted their attention to this new voice. He was extravagantly dressed in his designer's suit and the excessive amount of Jews laced his body in a failed attempt to make up for his not-so-handsome look.

"And who are you?" A member of the crowd was forced to inquire, disgusted by the growing amount of Clinton's pride and intimidating voice.

"Clinton Clave! I'm sure that I don't have to tell you much about that name!"

The man quickly shrunk back in his stabs, his heart making a sudden bang as he regretted even asking such a question.

"I. I'm sorry." He quickly apologized.

"And if you want to know more about that garbage can... He's just some poor trash that we summed up a scholarship program for. Unfortunately, a leopard cannot change its skin!" Clinton tapped his tongue.

Meanwhile, the girl with Mr. Jail was one of those people who were not able to pay off the debts that they owed. Or at least their parents.

Mr. Jail would get them to work for him as slaves and whatever he sees fit. And nobody dares to talk to him.

Not even the government. Because of the tail of connection with powerful people that he had all around, they were mostly afraid of him.

The girl was almost out of breath but forced herself to mutter

"Please, kind sir. Don't get into trouble because of me!" Her words together with the hushed breath that she had gathered in her chest forced itself out.

"Why don't you listen to the young girl and go your way? Relieving the both of us of the time that should have been wasted here?"

These words were firmly ignored by Jim as his stare continued to blaze right at him, threatening to tear him apart if he didn't do his bidding.

With just a snap of his fingers, a couple of men had already gathered around the place, ready to put him in his place.

When suddenly, they paused, hesitating to do as they had been told by their boss

Mr. Jail watched with his brows furrowed with fury Anger coursed through his vines in an instant as they stared at each other.

Mr. Jail stood confused and he watched the reaction of his gang. His face wizzled with a deadly frown growing hot red as a tomato.

"What are you all waiting for? Don't tell me that you can send this fool packing to his grave!" His growls echoed through the air

However, they still wouldn't move like they had been frozen by some sort of spell that had been cast by Jim.

"We can't do anything Mr. Jail! Look over there!" The leader of the gang pointed out.

Jail had been so lost in his attempt to put Jim in his place that he didn't even realize the car had just stormed into the arena.

It didn't have a plate number but from the name that was boldly written on it, it was easy to tell that it was owned by the top ten CEOs in the city, Miss. Lin.

These were one of the strongholds in the city. Enough for Mr. Jail even with the wealth of connection that he had screaming around him, to take a break and rethink his decision on a matter.

She got out of the car, blowing her air in such a way that most people were lost in their gaze. She was stunning.

Her boobs made the mouths of men watered and her flawless skin sparked jealousy in the eyes of almost every lady that was present there.

"What's Miss. Linda doing in public!" Most of them were stunned.

She wasn't the one to be seen in public places such as this. And her mere presence was enough to intimidate anyone present there.

Except of course one. Clinton stepped forward, basking in all his glory. If there was anyone who could approach such a powerful heiress, then it had to be him.

He straightened up himself in a model walk while coughing, bringing the attention of almost everyone in the place to himself.

Seeing Clinton, the men in the crowd suddenly lost their courage with a frown and the women burned with rage.

Thanks to Linda, they had fewer wealthy, and slightly handsome men to fight over.

"Good day, beauty!" He was about to say but Linda easily greased passed him, making her way straight to Jim.

The sight was epic. Most people that had taken photos of it already posted it on their accounts, the view growing viral while trying to hide the laughter that threatened to rip out from their throats by covering their mouths.

Still, it came out as multiple giggles here and there.

"The princess of the city greases past the arrogant peacock.

The heiress wouldn't even recognize the mere presence of his male counterpart!"

Most people let out a light chuckle, ending it because they wouldn't want Clinton seeing it list they got into a whole lot of trouble.

His vines and his hands were clenched into a ball as the heiress went ahead, standing right next to Jim as she inquired with a slight rise to her perfectly shaped brows.

"And what's happening here?" Miss. Linda inquired.

"Nothing more than a creditor trying to gently ask for his money!" Jail replied revealing his golden tooth.

The frown on Jim's face only deepened.

"Can this try to get back your money? Did the word 'abusive' suddenly go off the table!" Even Linda was shocked by the confidence of this young man... Who didn't even look like it?

If they were to be taken to court, the law of their city as set up by the penal was going to be in Mr. Jail's favor.

Clinton who would not be used and dumped and trying hard to show his worth before the heiress quickly stepped forward.

"No matter how poorly and stinking-looking my counterpart here may look, I can't help but admit that he's right here!

You should not maltreat a lady because of money. Name the amount and I would get it paid right away!"

Immediately he said these words and a round of applause ran through the crowd as he basked in his glory.

"That's what we are talking about! Not some poor toad just trying to spew empty big words into the air.

He is such a nice soul! I can't believe that he would do such a thing."

"You should be Clinton from the Clave family. My candid advice to you. Avoid this if you don't want to get into trouble!" Said Mr. Jail.

Clinton laughed out loud as it burst through the air in an instant and he said.

"Get into trouble?" He scoffed.

"You claim to know my family well but you don't realize that we run the affairs of this city! What amount do you think will be too much for me to pay?" He glared.

The jailer stared with disdain and everyone in the crowd applauded, throwing their insults at Jim who could only stand and watch.

"Okay then! Fifty thousand dollars would not be too much for you right?" Mr. Jail smirked.

"How will you be paying? Cash or transfer or QR code, all are available!" He went forward to say.

But his words were barely registered in Clinton's ears as a cough forced itself out of his lungs.

"Fifty thousand dollars! That was half his yearly allowance! Where was he supposed to get such an amount?"