chapter 17 Waiting for you to call someone ===

Whoosh!
Ciaran's eyes were filled with endless anger as he locked his gaze on Sylvan.
Sylvan's words had undoubtedly completely infuriated him.
"Good… very good! Man, in all my years in Southlethaute, you're the first one to dare speak to me like this!"
The flames of anger in Ciaran's eyes were like tangible objects, staring fiercely at Sylvan.
"If you had met me earlier, things wouldn't be so surprising."
Sylvan looked coldly at Ciaran, completely ignoring the anger in his eyes.
"You!"
At this moment, not only Ciaran, but everyone at the scene looked at Sylvan as if he were a fool.
Didn't you… see the large group of bodyguards behind Ciaran?
Or are you just an ignorant fool who doesn't know the heights of the sky?
In the entire Southlethaute, who doesn't know Ciaran?
For Simon Corporation to have developed to its current state, it was undoubtedly intertwined with underground forces.
Sylvan's words just now, coupled with him beating up Alaeic, was like announcing his own death sentence.
How dare he say that Alaeic was an orphan with no one to teach him? It was like slapping Ciaran's face in public.
He… did something go wrong in his brain?
How could he dare to say such things in front of Ciaran?
The group of journalists that Alaeic had paid to come were completely dumbfounded.
One by one, they even forgot about their work and stared blankly at Sylvan, their expressions filled with doubt.
"You… have successfully angered me! Kill him!!!"
Ciaran suddenly shouted in a rage!
The bodyguards who had followed Ciaran rushed forward and surrounded Sylvan and Viola.
The surrounding journalists quickly covered their camera lenses and turned off their microphones. They hurriedly retreated, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
"Attack!"
With Ciaran's furious roar, the bodyguards charged towards Sylvan.
Sylvan calmly scanned the surroundings and then lifted his leg, delivering a powerful kick to the bodyguard charging at him.
Bang!
The journalists who had run away only heard a dull thud of bodies colliding behind them. They looked back in disbelief and saw the bodyguard flying over their heads.
He crashed heavily to the ground, unconscious!
As they suddenly realized what had happened, they turned their heads to see Sylvan still holding his leg in a kicking position. They couldn't believe their eyes.
Was this a movie scene?
One kick sent a nearly 200-pound bodyguard flying five to six meters away!
The group of bodyguards closest to Sylvan now looked at him with a sense of dread, no longer daring to move.
The one who had charged at Sylvan earlier was considered the toughest among the bodyguards.
But he couldn't even last one round against Sylvan. He was sent flying with just one kick?
Was this young man a monster?
"Bunch of idiots! Attack!"
Ciaran's heart was also filled with shock, but the hatred towards the person who had attacked his son had already made him lose his rationality. He pointed at Sylvan and shouted in anger.
However, after Ciaran's outburst, the remaining bodyguards hesitated. They looked at each other, unable to bring themselves to move.
"Fucking idiots. All of you can't..."
Ciaran's words abruptly stopped because in front of him, Sylvan's innocent face suddenly appeared.
"You talk too much."
Sylvan appeared in front of Ciaran and spoke softly.
Bang!
Without hesitation, Sylvan kicked Ciaran's abdomen with force!
Ciaran's forehead broke out in visible cold sweat as he staggered back several steps. The bodyguards tried to protect Ciaran but ended up falling to the ground.
Bastards!
Ciaran held his stomach, glaring at Sylvan with a fierce gaze.
Today was a disgrace for the prestigious Simon family.
He, Ciaran, the head of the Simon family.
He was publicly kicked down by a teenager.
If this news spread, how could the Simon family continue to stand in Southlethaute?
The onlookers' gazes towards Sylvan had changed.
This kind of skill was called "Gigolo"?
Even if he was a gigolo, he was probably the cream of the crop.
He was much stronger than those sissy boys who relied on their "Young Power" to knock you down.
Facing a group of professional bodyguards alone, he remained calm.
He took down the leader of the bodyguards with a single kick, making the remaining bodyguards too scared to even move.
Was this really not a movie?
"Little boy! You are good at fight, but don't forget, you're alone now!"
Ciaran struggled to stand up, stabilizing himself. In this situation, if he, the head of the Simon family, was subdued by a teenager, he might as well give up.
"If you are a man, just wait for me and don't leave!"
"I'll stay right here and see what you can do to me, old man," Sylvan sneered.
"Best!"
With that, Ciaran walked to the side and took out his phone, dialing a number he wouldn't dare to disturb on a regular basis.
Judging from his demeanor while making the call, it was clear that the person on the other end was someone he absolutely feared, causing even Ciaran to have a fawning expression.
At this moment, Viola leaned in close to Sylvan's ear and whispered, "Sylvan, you've already made your point. Why don't you leave now? I'll take care of things from here."
"Viola, what are you saying? I'm the one who fought, so how can I let you clean up after me? Don't worry, everything will be fine," Sylvan winked at Viola and smiled.
"But…"
"No buts. Don't worry, I want to see who this old man can bring," Sylvan whispered.
"Alright…"
Seeing that she couldn't persuade Sylvan, Viola stopped insisting.
Her face blushed slightly, and Sylvan noticed, asking in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing…" Viola blushed. As a superwoman, it was the first time she stood behind a man.
Just then, Ciaran finished his call and pointed at Sylvan's nose, looking smug. "Little boy, just you wait. I've invited someone important, and they'll be here soon."
"Oh."
Sylvan glanced coldly at Ciaran, not bothering to say another word to this idiot.
"I want to see how long you can keep smiling," Ciaran said maliciously.
Once the important person he had called arrived, Sylvan would be finished.
He wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.
Not long after, a commotion came from the crowd outside. A fleet of black business cars approached from a distance, resembling a black dragon.
Ciaran looked up and laughed heartily. "Hahaha! Little boy, your time is up. Let me tell you, you have no chance. You won't even have the opportunity to die!"
Sylvan paid no attention to Ciaran and simply watched as a man in traditional Chinese attire stepped out of one of the black business cars. He seemed somewhat familiar. "Why does he look a bit familiar?"