As Lawrence applauded the women's courage in confronting the middle-aged man, the atmosphere around them shifted.
The rejected group of men quickly recognized Lawrence as an outsider and turned their attention toward him.
The middle-aged man who had been pointing fingers just moments ago shifted his gaze to Lawrence and said with a threatening tone, "And who are you, young man? Do you even know who you are calling ugly old men?"
Lawrence smirked and took a step closer, ensuring his presence was felt. "I'm quite positive that I've said drunk ugly old men. You are indeed drunk to even mishear a simple statement of mine."
The women inside the Tranquility store giggled and exchanged knowing glances. The middle-aged man, on the other hand, seemed to have difficulty controlling his temper, his face reddening by the second.
A hushed murmur spread through the gathered crowd, as people observed this sudden confrontation with curiosity. In the neon light district, confrontations were common, but this seemed to have a different flavor to it.
It was always an amusement show for the crowd to witness a confrontation happening.
Meanwhile, Lawrence ignored the crowd and continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Now, if you're done here, you can crawl back to your dark hole and let the real adults enjoy the neon lights. Perhaps there's a club exclusively made and served for the impotent drunk ugly old men!"
The middle-aged man was fully enraged when Lawrence repeatedly insulted and humiliated him.
Just as he was about to launch an attack, Lawrence suddenly appeared in front of him, and kindly flashed an emblem that was only visible to the man.
Once the middle-aged man recognized the emblem, his expression quickly changed. Going from anger to a pale expression.
As for Lawrence, he gently took a few steps back and asked innocently, "So, drunk ugly old men, are you going to attack me?"
"Haha, I was indeed drunk and offended you earlier. It was my fault, young man." The middle-aged man hurriedly shook his head, going as far as making a hand gesture known for greeting and polite addressing.
"Is that so?" Lawrence rubbed his chin and seemed confused.
The middle-aged man quickly nodded his head and apologized once more before scurrying away like a scaredy cat.
As for the reason why the middle-aged man was so quick to panic and offered his sincere apologies: it was because he was under them.
They were under them, meaning his position and family are like a subsidiary or subordinate to be precise for the Carrion Household.
In other words, the emblem that Lawrence revealed had exerted his authority and status to be leagues above him.
Can a slave— a dog— no, a subsidiary family ever go against the main household?
Unless they wished to not live anymore, the subsidiary family would always be beneath the main household, without being able to lift their heads up.
It was also precisely because Lawrence recognized the middle-aged man to be Martin Ravenwood of the Ravenwood Household that he acted in such a manner.
The Ravenwood Household only existed because of the support of the Carrion Household.
And recently the Ravenwood dared to start behaving quite arrogant, having only gained a little achievement. Thus, Lawrence merely wanted to remind them of their position and that they could always cease to exist with a single command of his.
Sure, he might be somewhat "exiled" but he still held the power to crush a mere household like the Ravenwood.
"The show is over now, so go back to your business." Lawrence suddenly waved his hands and announced, dismissing the curious crowd.
Some of the people in the crowd were practically drunk, with a few even needing their female companion to hold their weight.
Disappointed by the show ending so quickly, the people no longer had any mood to stay either as they returned to their business.
Meanwhile, the women in the Tranquility store looked at Lawrence's curiously.
From their expression, one could discern that they were somewhat intrigued by his identity.
After all, they were someone who managed to gain a store in the neon light district, proving they had some capability.
So it wouldn't be surprising for them to recognize Martin Ravenwood, especially his position in the Royal Court as Viscount.
And for a Viscount to be scared shitless, going as far as showing a pale expression and being so timid, meant one thing.
Lawrence's status and identity were not simple and should be above the Viscount rank.
"Ladies, I know I'm quite handsome, but if you keep staring at me like that. Then I'm afraid I might not be able to control myself much longer." Lawrence turned around and joked, having felt their intense gaze.
There were a total of 4 women in these stores, and each one of them was quite an exquisite beauty.
And trust me, when Lawrence mentioned they were beauties, then it meant they were truly beauties.
As for how each of these beauties looked like.
Just use your imagination of what you think beauty looks like!
Describing them with flowery words would only look superficial, but one thing that was certain for sure was that these women are truly mesmerizing.
"This young man doesn't look that old, but you sure have quite the charisma and aura of a powerful person." Finally, a woman who seemed to be the boss of the other 3 stepped forward and commented.
Glancing at the woman in front, Lawrence couldn't help but start admiring her appearance in detail.
Screw your imagination and let Lawrence admire the beauty in detail right now!
The woman seemed to be in her early thirties and had a commanding presence.
Her long, raven-colored hair cascaded down her back in elegant waves. Her piercing, sapphire-blue eyes held a depth that seemed to conceal a world of wisdom and experience.
They were framed by thick lashes, and she had well-defined, arched eyebrows that indicated a strong-willed personality. Her skin was flawless, a smooth complexion that seemed untouched by the passage of time.
She had high cheekbones, and a soft, rosy hue dusted across them. Her slender nose sat perfectly between her captivating eyes, and her lips were a delicate shade of rose, forming an elegant bow when she spoke. Her figure was tall and statuesque, exuding both strength and grace.
'Jeez, no wonder those old fogeys wanted to enter this store. This is one hot MILF!' Lawrence exclaimed inwardly.