A Day in the Life of a Master (Middle)

This wasn't the first time the short man had done this. Every time he went out with him, he would use his status as A-Rank Adventurer to bully lower-ranking adventurers and inexperienced newcomers.

However, the big man never stopped him from doing this, either tacitly approving of it or choosing to let him show off his power.

After all, he was still here under the association's name, and doing such a thing in public would have a bad influence and would also be beneath his dignity.

This "using a borrowed knife to kill" approach is a win-win situation.

"Isn't what you're doing a bit excessive? This is a public area, not your home."

The moment the short man's hand touched Galan's shoulder, before he could even exert any force, he felt a dizzying sensation and, by the time he realized what was happening, he was sprawled out on the ground.

"Payment?"

The short man shook his head blankly, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Only the pain in the back of his head kept telling him that he had been thrown to the ground by this seemingly unremarkable man.

When was that? How did he do it?

The shorter man was now filled with terror rather than resentment. He was certain that his current state was caused by the man in front of him, yet he hadn't seen how the man had made his move. This was illogical, utterly illogical.

It's important to know that this man wasn't wearing any rank badges issued by the association, meaning he was most likely a novice who had just started, perhaps not even a [D] rank. This is why he didn't hesitate to attack him. If it were a [B] rank here, he would probably have some reservations, but if it were an [A] rank, he certainly wouldn't dare to do such a thing.

But his opponent was just a newbie with no level whatsoever, so why would he have any reservations?

But this complete novice, fresh out of school, actually knocked him to the ground without him even seeing what he was doing!

He suddenly felt uneasy, swallowing the curse that had just reached his lips, fearing that Galan's hand on his head might suddenly tighten and crush him to the ground.

Why is he so strong?

Could it be that this guy isn't wearing his rank badges just to play dumb and outsmart everyone?

I can't believe I ran into such a weirdo; I'm so unlucky.

Judging from what just happened, this guy's strength is probably on par with my older brother, and he's very likely also an A-Rank Adventurer. But if that's the case, things will be very difficult to handle today...

Amber, who had originally intended to come up and help, was astonished when she saw this scene, her mouth agape. She never expected that Galan would be able to react in that instant and defeat his enemy in one move.

Although she couldn't see exactly how Galan did it, seeing the short man's current predicament, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the villain's fate.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Stop babbling! You started it, okay? I was just acting in self-defense."

Galan spoke in a calm tone, yet with a hint of coldness. Although he was disgusted by the behavior of the man under his command, and frankly, whether this social scum lived or died was none of his business, he still held back. The Adventurers Guild was a place with a large flow of people, and if he accidentally lost control of his strength and killed him here, it would be troublesome.

No matter what, he didn't want to see something like this happen in broad daylight.

Moreover, quite a few people have already been attracted by the commotion here, and if it's not handled properly, this matter could escalate into a major incident.

He didn't want to get himself into trouble, but trouble just kept coming to him...

The short man, who was being held down by Galan, noticed that many people were looking their way, and he felt a surge of shame and indignation.

He usually had people backing him up and always acted arrogantly here. He wouldn't hesitate to kick people he didn't like, since no one dared to resist him anyway. But now, he had been humiliated and pinned to the ground by someone who came from nowhere. How could he not feel ashamed and angry in such a situation?

"Let me go right now! My older brother is right here, how dare you treat me like this!"

Although he struggled desperately, he couldn't break free from Galan's grasp and was pinned to the ground like a dead dog.

To prevent this guy from causing more trouble, Galan didn't intend to let him off so easily. After all, the other party had started the trouble first, and Garan wasn't in the wrong. He figured he had to teach this kind of guy a lesson so he would remember it. Feeling the increasing pressure on Galan's palm, the short man felt his head throbbing more and more, as if it would explode at any moment. He thought Galan was going to kill him, so he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly called out to the big man for help.

"Your people?"

Hearing him call out so urgently to the burly man, Galan finally looked up at him, only to find the man staring at him with an uncertain expression.

He had actually been sensing that the other person had been putting pressure on him since earlier, but it was only at that level.

Trying to back down was a bit presumptuous, and he immediately let out a cold laugh.

Seeing that he couldn't overpower Galan in terms of imposing presence, and even seemed to be losing ground, the burly man realized that this man was definitely not someone to be trifled with. At the very least, his strength was no less than his own, and he was not someone to be trifled with. If he acted rashly, he might end up with both of them severely injured, which would not be a good situation for him.

He had only come here today to take on a well-paid job and did not want any trouble. After much consideration, he decided it was best not to clash with Galan.

"Yes, he's one of my men, so could you please move your hand away? Judging from your appearance, you must be quite skilled. He was indeed in the wrong today, so please stop for my sake. Making a scene in the association won't be good for either of us."

The burly man looked at Galan and said calmly.

He didn't show the slightest apology when he spoke, and his tone was extremely harsh, maintaining a superior air as if he were issuing an order to Galan.

In his mind, even if Galan's strength was comparable to his own, he was definitely no match for him. Giving him this opportunity to save face was already a great favor.