Do You Really Think We're Good People?

Bang!

In the chairman's office at the headquarters of Nimbus Company, the big boss, Deflin, was furiously glaring at the newspaper in his hand.

"Fuck your Rocket Crossbow, fuck your Brian!"

In the newspapers, Brian's arrogant words were repeated over and over again, while he stood beside Brian, merely serving as a foil.

"Good, very good, you Mudblood, you forced me to do this!" Deflin's face was filled with madness.

In the past few days, sales of Nimbus broom have plummeted. If this continues, Nimbus Company may even face the embarrassing situation of bankruptcy.

"A few Mudblood think they can make money just because they've acquired the technology. How naive!" Deflin said, pulling out the information he had just gathered.

He had previously believed that the Bide Group was owned by that Pure-blood families in the Wizarding World, so he was already planning to back down.

But now he's discovered that the company's owner is actually a Mudblood, and a Hogwarts student at that—how ridiculous!

Deflin picked up the quill on the table and began to write furiously. Then he handed the envelope to the owl.

"To survive in this world, you need both strength and influence. I have a long-standing relationship with the Fawley Family. You bunch of Mudblood, you're just out of luck."

Deflin was very confident that as long as he wrote a letter, the powerful dark wizarding family, the Fawley Family, would be able to easily deal with those few powerless Mudblood. At that time, the Rocket Crossbow technology would be his.

"Hahaha, a bunch of naive idiots!"

At this moment, in the study of the Fawley Family, the Fawley Family patriarch whom Deflin longed for, Old Fawley, stood humbly before Lester, utterly subservient.

"Lord Lai, it is indeed my son's fault. He made a mistake regarding the demolition compensation. Please, please forgive the Fawley Family."

Looking at the three menacing Lester in front of him, Old Fawley felt like dying. He had always thought that his Fawley Family was a behemoth in the Wizarding World.

A few days ago, Dumbledore actually sent people to assassinate him. Now, these three big shots have come straight to his study, beat him up, and are about to chop off his head.

Old Fawley had never felt so humble in his entire life, but now, facing Lester, he felt only a deep sense of powerlessness.

He just waved his hand at him and nearly killed him. How could Old Fawley not be afraid of such terrifying power?

Without any hesitation, Sang Biao slapped him hard across the face, cursing, "Damn it, you don't know what's good for you! Lord Lai kindly spent money to buy land to set up a factory, and your dog son dares to make things difficult for you! You deserve to die!"

The story is simple: Sang Biao went to the Muggle-born in the slums to discuss the relocation issue. Many of the Muggle-born were happy to move and left obediently after receiving a considerable amount of compensation.

But there is a small group of Muggle-born are insatiable and make exorbitant demands.

The fact that Sang Biao and his group had acted so amicably before made them think that Sang Biao and his group were good people. They thought that even if they made exorbitant demands, they couldn't do anything to them, and they even dared to threaten Sang Biao.

Brother Biao wasn't about to tolerate their bad habits, so he lured them into a room and unleashed a torrent of Killing Curse.

Finally, following the clues, they discovered that someone was deliberately instigating this, so Old Fawley's son, Little Fawley, whose testicles had been cut off by Quirrell, was captured by Sang Biao.

The father is to blame for not teaching his son properly. After Lester learned of this, he felt it necessary to have a talk with Old Fawley.

"Lord Lai!" Old Fawley cried, tears streaming down his face, and knelt down immediately. "Please, please let us go! We really know we were wrong!"

Old Fawley had witnessed firsthand how ruthless Lester and his gang of ruthless killers were. They were truly capable of murder, and in fact, they committed massacres.

His own Fawley Family, with over twenty dark wizards responsible for guarding their ancestral home, were wiped out the moment they met. The brutality of it all nearly made him shout "Long live the Dark Lord!"

Lester's expression was a half-smile, "Does your Fawley Family know they were wrong?"

"A Biao, bring his son to me!"

A few seconds later, Sang Biao Lester, with a young man pinned down, Apparition into the study. As soon as he saw Lester, he launched into a tirade of abuse.

"Damn it, I'm the sole heir of the Fawley Family! You're dead! I'm going to tell my father, I'm going to kill your whole family... Dad, why are you kneeling here?"

Old Fawley: "..."

"You unfilial son!" Old Fawley was furious, his beard practically flying to the sky. He drew his wand and unleashed a Cruciatus Curse at his own son.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"Cruciatus Curse!"

"Ah! Father, I know I was wrong, ah!!!!"

"Cruciatus Curse!"

"I'm in so much pain, Father, please stop hitting me!"

Seeing Little Fawley convulsing like a shrimp, Lester frowned and stopped Old Fawley: "Stop putting on an act here. I'm here to demand the compensation we deserve, not to seek revenge on your Fawley Family!"

Old Fawley was overjoyed; he knew that the lives of his entire family were saved!

"Thank you, Lord Lai! Thank you, Lord Lai! You unfilial son, stop lying there and thank Lord Lai right now!"

Little Fawley: "..."

Dad, that wasn't Disarming Charm, it was Cruciatus Curse! How am I supposed to get up?!

Lester didn't dwell on Little Fawley, and said gently to Old Fawley, "Alright, Mr. Fawley, I, Lester, am a businessman. Don't make me sound like a domineering person."

"Let's talk about compensation now."

Old Fawley hurriedly said, "Compensation! Compensation is a must!"

"Very well, that's how it is. To enrich the intellectual lives of the wizards in Knockturn Alley, I plan to build a large Quidditch Match within Knockturn Alley. As for this land..."

"Don't worry, Lord Lai, I'll take care of it. Ugh... Our Fawley Family happens to have a large vacant plot of land in Knockturn Alley, and we're willing to offer it up as a contribution to the people of Knockturn Alley!"

Lester was very satisfied, as he planned to organize a team to compete in the Quidditch World Cup, so he needed to get a professional match venue.

Now that Old Fawley is willing to fund the land, that's wonderful.

"Then I thank Mr. Flynn for his generosity." Lester said his thanks, and then, under the awe-inspiring gaze of Old Fawley, he Apparition away with Sang Biao and the others.

As soon as Lester left, Old Fawley breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, his face beaming with the joy of being rescued.

Just then, an owl flew over and placed an envelope next to Old Fawley.

In high spirits, Old Fawley saw that the letter was from the Nimbus Group. After resting for a few minutes, he slowly opened it.

After watching for a few seconds, Old Fawley's face turned green, and he looked so gloomy he wanted to kill someone.

"Tiger, Leopard, take your men and bring the chairman of Guanglun Group here right now! Damn it, he almost got me killed!"