"I’ll stay here and see if there are a few more concealed experts,"

Davis said with a low harrumph.

However, the handsome fatty laughed.

"Don’t bother. The detection formation isn’t pulsing through the formation core anymore. You have taken care of all those concealed bastards who came to harm my family. If I hadn’t preemptively moved my family into my life ring, I would have owed you one, but regardless, I think I can start trusting you seriously when it comes to loyalty."

"Tsk, tsk. You swear your loyalty to me."

Davis walked away into the manor.

The handsome fatty was speechless before he grabbed Davis and pulled him.

"Ha! There’s fun waiting outside, let’s go."

"You-"

Davis was dragged outside.

He didn’t want to go in case there was the Celestial Transcendent waiting, but at this moment, he couldn’t change his aura either, with the handsome fatty dragging him. He could only cry inwardly.

Outside, the atmosphere was extremely silent and tense.

There were hundreds of guards, as many as three thousand, all brimming with the undulations of High-Level and Peak-Level Empyreans and Sovereigns. Some were at the Exalt Stage or Primarch Stage. Perhaps they were Squad Captains. They stood in battle formations, and the Head Guard seemingly stood at the front single-handedly, his aura suppressed yet boiling as though it was going to explode.

Davis saw the buildings ahead and saw that they were destroyed, with plenty of families also glaring at the handsome fatty.

It seemed like he had rampaged while trying to chase that traitor.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa-" The handsome fatty looked surprised, "Head Guard Rowen, what’s the meaning of this? Why am I being surrounded by this many guards?"

"Why don’t you explain that to me yourself?"

Head Guard Rowen said coldly, his purple-black hair swaying in the wind while his blue armor, seemingly made up of dragon scales, shone with a resplendent aura that cowed the surrounding experts since it unleashed the aura of a dragon, most likely an Azure Dragon.

It seemed like the status of this Head Guard wasn’t small.

The guards also carried themselves professionally, their spears pointed to the skies as they glared at the handsome fatty. Their expressions were solemn and unforgiving. Even the guard whom Davis had corrupted was here, looking ready to commit slaughter until he saw him, but then, he still acted as though everything was fine.

Davis’s heart shook.

He had imposed his Will on that guard. He didn’t make the other party a mindless puppet nor an obedient slave, but a living being who secretly cared about his ’master’ and would give up his life for it or even sacrifice anything for it like a zealot.

This kind of corruption was scary.

"Hehe..." The handsome fatty laughed as he touched his head, his fat body quivering, "What do you mean I have to explain myself? Can’t you see that there was an assassination attempt on my family? I haven’t even demanded you to investigate yet, but you dare come over here and ask what I did when all I tried to do was try to chase and execute the traitor!?"

His laughter slowly turned into one of cold rage, his aura abruptly expanding.

The shockwave spread ever so lightly and pushed back all the guards by half a step, making them hold their breaths.

Even the Head Guard was forced to take a few steps back as though the shockwave was concentrated on him, when in fact, it was the Head Guard who held the pressure for the others.

Head Guard Rowen’s expression churned. He didn’t expect the fatty to be so powerful.

He had already guessed that his prowess could be three levels higher, something that even supreme geniuses would be hard-pressed to achieve, as the ascendant to this realm of the transcendent major step would mean losing most of one’s prowess.

However, he was shocked to think it was four levels higher. He didn’t know Fatty had used up his bloodline ability, and there was a cooldown, but the remnant aura was still left within Fatty’s bones, much less his wobbling muscles and fat.

Nonetheless, the Head Guard took a step forward and waved his hand, "Fatty, I’m asking why you destroyed the buildings around your Handsome Giant Consortium? Even if you were attacked, what gives you the right to destroy others’ properties? How will you compensate them?"

"Hmph! Compensating them is not a problem, but I would say that it is partly the city’s fault for letting assassinations at the level of High-Level Primarchs happen. Look-"

The handsome fatty waved his hand and brought over a lot of corpses from the courtyard.

He threw them on the ground and roared, "Do you sense their remnant aura? Look at how powerful they are and your negligence! If I don’t respond ruthlessly, do you think I can survive? Huh!?"

"I-"

"Where is the justice? Everyone, can you see this? I was forced to act and can recompense you. You know me. I won’t go back on my words, but these guards, where did they go while I was being attacked? I didn’t even sense one guard near me as though they were playing hide and seek with someone else, huh?"

The handsome fatty roared aggrievedly and righteously, making everyone a bit awkward.

One couldn’t be so open about the corruption within the guards.

However, the fatty was truly powerful. He could make such claims.

Indeed, the Head Guard looked troubled.

In his newly established career within the Eighth Bastion City that seemed bright and hopeful, he rarely met any rocks in his path, much less a boulder like this fatty. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to call reinforcements and arrest this fatty. However, this fatty knew about the corruption within the guards and would take everyone down with him.

Even worse, he had dealings with this fatty.

The Handsome Giant Consortium was famous in this city, after all.

Suddenly, he saw the fatty barely blink with one eye as though he was winking, causing him to inwardly grumble before he harrumphed.

"Ridiculous. The city’s defensive forces might be partly responsible for being unable to protect your manor, but you need to provide a written explanation and submit it to our post before sunset. As long as you can compensate these people for the disaster you brought them, my city guard forces won’t pursue you. As for the assassins, I’ll investigate and bring you an acceptable report. We wouldn’t have problems with this arrangement, right!?"

Head Guard Rowen’s brows widened as he gave a death stare at the handsome fatty.

The handsome fatty trembled before he stood in attention before he nodded, "Alright, alright, whatever Head Guard Rowen says goes. Please help me get justice. The traitor’s name is Dordu, and he was part of my Handsome Giant Consortium, but I don’t think he was the one who made the move by hiring assassins since he’s dirt poor."

"Hmm."

Head Guard Rowen nodded nonchalantly. He waved his hand, wanting to collect the corpses, but suddenly, the corpses disappeared.

"Hmm?"

"You can’t take away the corpses. I need them to feed my magical beasts."

Davis said, annoyed, as he patted his spatial ring.

Both the Head Guard and the handsome fatty’s expression twitched.

However, the Head Guard gave a firm look at Davis, trying to see through who he was since his aura was that of a Level Three Empyrean but was casually standing between two Peak-Level Primarchs. He instantly arrived at the same conclusion as the fatty, thinking that the other party was wearing some kind of illusion artifact.

After all, there were a lot of people bored out of their minds.

They go out fishing, but their bait wasn’t any worm but themselves, and they weren’t going to hook a fish but an idiot who wanted to kill them so that they could kill them back and get rid of their boredom.

These kinds of cases topped the list, but he had never seen someone so deep in character.

Davis remained firm. Fortunately, he was able to hide his Divergent aura, detectable by Heaven’s Warriors, very well, so he wasn’t worried. There was no sign of the Celestial Transcendent either. He didn’t seem to be hiding in the void but had left since Davis lacked the feeling of peril he had felt earlier.

In this case, he didn’t want to let go of the corpses since he was going to make them rise from the dead. Although they weren’t as powerful as he expected, they would do for now.

"Hmph! How can I investigate who they are if I don’t have the corpses? Fatty, you’re asking the impossible of me!"

"Here, I’ll draw you their faces."

Davis instantly sat down between them and brought out a scroll, and started drawing their faces.

"I must investigate it myself!" Head Guard Rowed roared, "Don’t think we’ll seriously investigate these drawings since it’s extremely possible that you can fabricate them."

"Then can you bring the corpses back?"

Davis said, his eyes narrowed, "Or will you give them back to the souls that escaped? Funny, you haven’t caught a single fleeing soul of the assassins, considering by the time you surrounded this mansion, those souls should still be around here trying to hide? Head Guard, could it be that you have a few souls in your life ring? Can we see it?"

Head Guard Rowen’s pupils dilated.

Meanwhile, the handsome fatty was dumbfounded. Naturally, he could think of this too, but this was going too far!

Dragon was ruthless in exposing the guards!

Indeed, Head Guard Rowen also couldn’t believe the audacity of this man. The compromise they reached was ruined by this man’s words!