127 Chapter 127: Like Madmen (1/2)

Dylan's sudden appearance incited discussions within the crowd but Dylan disregarded them and continued to move.

”What did you just say about us?!” The feminine young man screeched.

”I said that it was all just an act. You threatened everyone to not say anything. It must have been an even worse threat for the witness who swallowed his pride and abandone his conscience to say such heartless things to people he did not even know.” Dylan slowly walked forward until he arrived at Kent and Loraine's side.

The crowd shivered because they knew that everything that Dylan said was on point but they were still unable to figure how he was able to figure out all of those.

”How audacious! Do you have proof?” The fat lecher sneered.

But Dylan ignored them and asked about Loraine's condition first, ” How is she?”

”Hey, wait, are you ignoring me?! The nerve!” The fat lecher cursed.

”Ah... she is still out cold. There's bleeding in her mouth due to the slap. No matter how much I try to wake her up, she won't. She might even have a concussion...” Kent was terrified because he did not know what condition Loraine was in.

”How about you?” Dylan saw the bleeding on Kent's right shoulder so also asked.

”It's just a shallow wound I recieved from the guard who protected the witness.” Kent said.

”Who is the man who did this to her?” Dylan asked coldly.

”Sir...” Kent was shocked. This was the second time Dylan felt so terrifying. The first time he saw him like this when they were all held hostage by Byron. Now, this feeling appeared once more because Loraine was ruthlessly hurt by Fred!

” It was the blonde haired man named Fred.” Kent replied.

”I see.” Dylan nodded and stood up. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Now, there was only tranquility in Dylan's eyes.

”Sir Dylan, why are you here? Are'nt you supposed to be in the store helping Scott and the others...” Kent was depressed seeing how he was implicating Dylan with the trouble he just caused.

”Don't worry. Larry is doing well leading them. I'm just here coincidentally because I was trying to find him.” Dylan replied with a smile.

”Sir Dylan...” Kent felt guilty for having made Dylan come all the way here because they were in trouble.

”I will do fine. I will make those who hurt the two of you pay.” Dylan promised.

”And who are you supposed to be?” Fred asked sharply.

”I am Dylan Ford, the owner of the Soaring Garden enterprise.” Dylan introduced himself in a very casual manner.

”So? What are you interfering with my establishment's matters?” Fred disdainfully said.

'Tsk, another troublesome prick. Heh. What Soaring Garden? Must be a low class business along the boulevard. But... why does his name sound oddly familliar?” Fred thought.

”Because they are my employees.” Dylan directly answered.

”How equally insolent. No wonder they say the birds of the same feather flock together. It just goes to show how irresponsible you are that you were unable to properly discipline your subordinates.” Fred mocked.

”Is that so? How would you define discipline then? Enlighten me.” Dylan replied.

”As expected, you don't even know what discipline means.” Fred retorted with a laugh.

”Sorry. I perfectly know the meaning of discipline. What I meant to say was what does discipline mean for you? It seems like you were unable to get what my simple words meant.” Dylan said amusingly.

”What did you say?! Are you trying to imply I am an idiot?!” Fred became even more furious.

”What do you mean? I was simply saying that you were unable to unerstand my statement earlier and had no hidden meaning intended. It is Young Master Fred that assigned meaning to my words. I wonder why though?” Dylan slyly said.

”Where are you getting at?” Fred furiously said.

”Nothing in particular, really.” Dylan smiled at Fred whose face was already twisted with anger.

”You...” The veins on fred's face was becoming more apparent as he heard

”Is that you, Dylan?” Another voice from the crowd was heard. A figure emerged from the crowd and a handsome male adult could be seen. He was Barry Vernon, Dylan's sworn brother.

”Who is he?” The crowd was shocked by the sudden appearrance of Barry.

”Haha, it really is you. I thought I was lost for a second there.” Barry laughed as he approached Dylan and the others. When he glanced Kent and Loraine and the opposing party, he immediately got a gist of what happened.

”Who the heck are you?” The fatty awkardly asked Barry but Barry just went pass him like he did not even see him. ”The hell!”

”Are you a friend of his? Please do not interfere in this matter. Our establishment will surely pay you handsomely.” Fred asked and generously offered. But like the fatty, Barry ignored him also.

”Oh, Barry. What a coincidence to meet you here. Where were you? I could not find you at all. ” Dylan looked ecstatic when he saw Barry. It seemed as though he forgot about Fred and his group.

”Are they ignoring me!?!?” Fred's expression darkened when he saw that he was nonchallantly ignored.

”I just roamed around and took a look at the businesses along the street. It has been quite some time since I was able to roam around so freely so I decided to windowshop a bit.” Barry shared joyously. He also knew what was happening so he decided to put on a blind eye.

”It seem like you had a lot of fun.” Dylan smiled.

” That reminds me. There was this one store I went to earlier. It had a book that said that people who are of guilty conscience are overly sensitive and usually associate themselves with words that are related to the matter which they are guilty about. It was truly a fascinating book.” Barry said.