Everybody gawked at Drew like they were staring at a mad man.
They were all noble sons and daughters. They naturally had their shares of being spendthrifts.
However, they had never seen such a mad man like Drew.
Buy ten percent shares of their companies?!
One must know that they were twenty in total. Even buying from just ten of them would almost amount to a billion.
"Drew.. You must be joking right?" Julian coughed.
"Yeah. Who do you think you are. If you want to boast, at least do that with some restraints!" one of those in the room berated.
He was a fattie named Olive. His father was a manager of Steel, a famous boutique in Amber city.
The others also began berating Drew. They thought he was just shamelessly boasting.
"Looks like you are all nothing but boasts" Tom also thought Drew was boasting so as to avoid the bet.
Drew felt like crying. Why would no one believe me?
I have the money!
"Okay, let's change the bet stakes. If i win, you have to call me master anytime we meet in public"
"Don't go too far!" many rose up against Drew.
Tom was their idol. How could they bear watch him call this wretch master!
However, Tom was completely impassive. Although many tried to stop him, he went on and agreed to the bet stakes.
Reason because he didn't quite believe Drew would be able to win over him.
He was completely confident in his skills.
How could a random tom dick and harry beat him.
Wait. Random Tom?
Argh! Curse who ever invented that degoratory statement!
"So, how are we going to compete?" Drew asked.
"I will allow you to choose, so others wouldn't say i am bullying you"
Tom's face darkened. How dare this bastard look down on him!
But since he was in a public place, he tried his best to quell down his anger.
"Let us compete in the art of poison. Each of us will concoct a poison. If i can concoct the cure to your poison, i win. If i can't you win and vice versa"
Apart of curing illness, Divine Physicians also dabbled in the art of poison.
Naturally, those wishing to be Divine Doctors followed suite.
"It's simple. Alright, let's do it" Drew replied casually.
He didn't take Tom seriously since he even had an inkling hat he wouldn't lose to even the weakest tier Divine Physician.
No matter how talented Tom was, he couldn't possibly be a genuine Divine Physician.
* * *
Loud music blared as bodies rocked against each other rythmitcally.
A sensual air filled the atmosphere of Bull night club, as well as booze, cigars and drugs.
Sensual moans could be heard from various chambers in the club house. This was a bonafide house of sin!
Francis rocked his head in pleasure as the lady trapped beneath his crotch gave him immense pleasure.
The bedsheets were stained with sensual liquid and the atmosphere was quite stuffy.
"Hmrf!" Francis gripped the lady by the hair just as he was about to release his seed into her.
Bang!
The door blasted open and six powerful looking men walked in.
At the lead was Sir Elon, Mandigo's elder brother.
Francis immediately lost interest when he saw the intruders. Kicking the lady away, he jumped on his feets.
Although he was stark naked and his little bro sticking out like a spear, he was too angry to care.
"Bastards! how dare you ruin my fun time huh? guards! guards!"
But no matter how loud he called out, his 'guards' never came.
Instantly, he felt his butt go cold.
"Why did you stop? yeah scream! keep on screaming!" Elon snickered.
"Who.. Who are you Sir?" Francis felt his throat go sour.
"Aren't you something? a few moments you were calling me bastard. Now, you're respectfully calling me Sir?"
Elon laughed, whipping out a pocket knife.
"But you are right though. I really am a bastard, since i don't really know who my father is. Haha"
He grabbed Francis by the neck, lifting him up like a piece of leaf. Francis was not a Deviant. The only reason why he could be among the late Mandigo's top men was due to his brilliant scheming and business acumen.
Like a chicken before slaughter, he struggled under Elon's strong grip.
SHING!
Elon aimed at Francis crotch, a wicked glint in his eyes. Francis panicked and tried struggling.
Mercilessly, Elon thrust the knife in, causing Francis to release a blood curdling scream.
"Trash!" he released Francis, who held his now empty bleeding crotch.
"No! No! No!" Francis was like a mad man.
He sent a death glare at Elon and lunged at him. He was to mad to realize that there was nothing he could do to the latter.
"Trash" Elon slapped him, sending him slamming against the wall.
"This is for murdering my brother's son and taking their assets" Elon brought out a pistol, releasing two shots on Francis head.
He watched coldly as the cold corpse slid to the floor.
Meanwhile, the lady Francis was previously messing around with hid at a corner, shivering.
"Boss, what do we do with that bitch?" Elon's second-in-command asked.
His name was Hawk. He was the second strongest in Elon's gang.
"You and the boys can take turn ravishing her. But be snappy about it. We still need to deal with my brother's killer" Elon spat coldly.
* * *
Since they were going to be concocting poison, Drew and Tom both wrote down the list of herbs they would use.
Since they weren't in a hostile situation, they mutually agreed to not concoct lethal poisons.
Recieving their list, Drew instructed Boss Jay to hurry up and purchase them.
"Are you okay?" while they were waiting for the herbs, Julian went up to Drew and asked.
"I'm fine. I should be asking you that though. What's up with you?"
Currently, Julian lacked the superiority and noble air he had when they first met. Instead, he had a frightened look and his shoulders were slumped down.
"Well, if you are a farmer and then a king invites you for a grand banquet, how are you going to feel?" Julian smiled weakly.
"I'll be my normal self. They are humans of flesh and blood just like you. I don't get why you think yourself so inferior"
"Heh" Julian chuckled.
"I kind of admire your reasoning"
Minutes later, Boss Jay returned, boxes stacked up in his arms.
Due to being a Deviant, he was able to balance them quite well.
After picking their herbs, they set a timer and began concocting their potions.
Drew browsed through the series of medicine recipes made available to him thanks to the system.
He eventually settled for one and began crafting it.
"Hmph! what a bumpkin"
"Yeah, it's just a few minutes of crafting and yet, his clothes are already stained. He lacks the elegance portrayed by young master Tom"
"How dare him compete with young master Tom!"
"I even heard that he defeated Julian Wayne"
"Hmph! that only means Julian's skills are just subpar"
Many of the young richies whispered amongst themselves. They were all criticizing Drew, while praising Tom.
Julian smiled helplessly when his name got pulled into the mess.
What's up with you folks. If you want to insult Drew do it. Why pulling me into the mess?!
Drew sniggered when he heard the degoratory remarks flying about. But he kind of agreed with the crowd.
Compared to his clothes now stained with herbal juice, Tom's clothes were neat and orderly.
His fair hands handled the knife with much expertise, dicing the herbs and missing them together.
He didn't allow a single herbal juice to go to waste.
Even Drew had to admit that he was impressed by Tom's performance.
But so what? it wasn't as if he couldn't be elegant as Tom, which of course is a big fat lie he was using to comfort himself.
But it was the end result that was important. Not the process!