"You want to bribe me?" Bryan's expression became icy.
If it was his previous self, he would have given away everything; even going as far as lying. But not at the moment.
Who knows if the Lord was using some magical means to overhear their conversation? Wouldn't he get punished like the poor driver?
Besides, he had decided to follow the Lord wholeheartedly. He did have some pride.
"You could say so. It's a win-win situation for us. You obtain the benefits while we get the answer." The President didn't deny it.
"Furthermore, do you think that your new gang leader is safe? He is going to fall anytime soon. The guilds and the military will never let him go. I just wanted to extract information about him, hoping to earn some benefits from the guild." He added with a confident smile on his face.
"What if I say no?" Bryan raised his eyebrow.
"You have to return empty-handed. I won't transact a single item with your gang." The President declared arrogantly.
"What a cunning bastard!" Bryan cursed inwardly. He knew this fellow wasn't anything good after seeing how quickly he changed his expression at the start.
"Humph! Then it's goodbye. I will report this matter to the Lord." Bryan stood up, took back his card, and walked towards the door.
"Stop! Did I let you go?" The President shouted with fierce momentum. His mana boiled in the air as strong pressure submerged Bryan, making him immovable.
Nonetheless, Bryan didn't care about it. After all, he was used to the Lord's coercion which was hundreds of times stronger than the one he was currently facing.
"Is this how the commercial center acts?" Bryan asked coldly.
"Hehe, nobody cares about thugs like you. You talentless guys depend on us for a living. You guys are like cannon fodders to us." The president stood up too, scoffing in disdain.
"You guys are our lapdogs. You do what we say. So, I order you to spill everything you know." He commanded sternly.
"Is this what guilds always thought of us as?" Bryan trembled with rage.
"What do you think? You should know better than us." The President gave a knowing smile.
"…" Bryan was speechless. He couldn't refute it.
Anyways, he didn't mull over it. Instead, he questioned, "You want to use force upon me?"
"Haha, it won't be called a force if I can crush you like an ant." The second the President said this, he transformed into a person having sharp blades all over his body.
The blades were silvery white with reflections of the room clearly visible on them. Noticing the cold glint flashing on them, Bryan finally couldn't remain calm.
"You leave me no choice." Bryan took out a knife from his spatial space, getting ready to clash.
"A mere D-ranked warrior dares to fight me?" The President mocked him.
"When did I tell you I was fighting? I'm not alone." Bryan smirked.
Afterward, without waiting for his response, Bryan immediately stabbed the knife in his hand straight into his stomach, causing blood to flow out.
"You..." The President was shell-shocked. What the fuck was this guy doing? Was he committing suicide in desperation?
However, his next move made him sweat, catching him off-guard.
Bang!
Bryan disappeared from the spot, crashing onto the door with a great impact, alarming everyone on the floor.
"What happened?"
"Who has the audacity to mess up here?"
"Don't they know who owns this place?"
The guests exclaimed, turning in the direction of the noise.
There they spotted a pale injured man lying on the floor with blood painting the floor.
"Everyone run! The President has gone mad. He's eyeing our money."
"My Lord! Please save me."
Listening to his heart-wrenching cry while he kept on coughing out blood, scared them out of their wits. They couldn't understand what was occurring here.
"Brat! You do have the guts to bash my name. Nevertheless, do you think that they will believe it?" The President emerged in the scene in his battle form, making it hard to trust his words.
"Keep deceiving you bastard," Bryan yelled with great difficulty, gasping for breath.
Not only that, but he slowly stood on his feet, showcasing the wound that seemed to come from a sharp object similar to the blades on the President's body, furthering the suspicion.
The situation became so tense that nobody paid attention to why there was no blood on the President's body. Moreover, why did the wound appear to be meticulously crafted rather than disoriented and lethal?
Only the Heavenly Demon Cayden perceived these details. It looked like Bryan managed to fool the public.
"What a shame! Is this what he came up with?" Cayden was disappointed, not knowing the incidents inside. If he knew it was all because of him, he would have already slapped the President to death there and then.
"Haiz, it can also be considered a good thing. Gives me a reason to strike." When he was readying to appear, the President suddenly instructed loudly.
"Jessica, drive the guests away. Tell them it's closed for today."
Discerning the situation getting out of control, he got serious.
"Yes, President." Jessica nodded and walked to her desk, taking out a microphone.
She then announced that the commercial center was getting closed due to unforeseen circumstances. Her voice sounded on each floor, causing public outrage.
"Fuck! How could it be?"
"I urgently needed the supplements to assist me. I have to enter a dungeon in a couple of hours."
"My friends are dying there! I need potions."
Similar angry curses were heard as the employees and the guards hurriedly came forward, calming down the situation. Helplessly, they could only leave realizing the terrifying background of the commercial center.
The same thing was happening on the top floor as well. Jessica was politely guiding the guests away. However, she paused once she reached the last guest, the one who made her palpitate with fear.
"Weren't you with him? Are you here to cause trouble with him?" She spoke stutteringly.
Cayden shook his head, flicking his finger right near her forehead.
"Ahh!"
A horrible shriek sounded in the room as she was blasted into walls one after another, creating human-shaped holes everywhere she passed.
Sheesh!
Everyone including the President sucked in a cold breath, looking in his direction with astonishment. Nobody expected someone would beat the beautiful innocent female receptionist in this manner.
Who knew whether she was dead or alive?
"Who are you?" The President bellowed furiously, pointing his finger at him.
"My Lord!" Bryan called out timidly. He knew he had failed his task and had to depend on the Lord for survival.
"It's you. The mysterious powerhouse who defeated Igor." The President guessed eventually.
In addition, he began panicking. He didn't anticipate the man was here himself.
"Jessica, you bitch! How could you let such an important person wait outside?" His mind was a mess.
Besides, why was this guy so arrogant and decisive? He struck at once leaving no chance to talk it over. Was he really unafraid of the guilds and the military?
"Since you recognize me, you should know your place. Kneel down and beg for forgiveness. How dare you beat up my underling? Isn't this same as humiliating me?" Cayden scoffed, his breath condensing with the air, emitting extremely suffocating pressure.
"Damn! He's insane." The President felt his mana stop circulating with his body steadily crumbling. He was getting forced to stay down.
But how could he accept it? He had long been used to being in power. Having these brainless thoughts, he forcibly resisted, hoping to do something.
Creak! Creak!
Cracks appeared on the blades of his body as he moved. In a few seconds, blood was seeping out from his skin's pores, sending goosebumps to the nearby people.
"Ahh! I can't take this." Abruptly, he put his hands in his pockets, taking out his cell phone instead.
Bam!
However, it was knocked down from his hand by a hidden knife coated in blood.
"Dream on if you want to call for help!" Bryan snickered coldly. Using his spatial ability, he had indeed made the sneak attack successful.
"You.."
"I will kill you." Mobilizing all his strength, the President made a vertical cut with his right hand, eager to split him apart.
Nonetheless, it was futile. He saw a palm gripping his hand tightly in mid-air, making it impossible to swing any further.
"How are you this fast?" The President uttered.
"Perhaps you are too weak." Cayden lifted his knee, hitting on his stomach with tremendous strength.
Puchi!
The President's body caved in completely, bending into a triangle with the ground.
Ahh! Murder!
The guests watching the show couldn't take this anymore. They dashed out immediately, not wanting to be caught by the police.
"My Lord! Is it ok to let them go?" Bryan couldn't help but worry.
"Trash!" A blunt reply from Cayden shrank him off.
"Call your fellows and clean this place up. I've changed my mind. We are taking everything from here." Cayden drilled his fingers into the skull of the President, killing him brutally and harvesting the trace of divinity inside him.