New Gods of North America.

Chapter 391 Try Your Best
In the presence of the gentlemen, a large number of citizens present, and state government staff,

The outcome of the duel was quickly determined and would soon be widely known in Richmond.

Wayne also took the opportunity to act righteous and put all the blame on the other party in front of everyone.

He was very sensible and thanked and said goodbye to the gentlemen one by one. Before leaving, he even remembered to say hello to Miss Olivia and the others.

However, Wayne did not stay at the scene for too long, and declined the invitations of several gentlemen to "go on a picnic".
Because some of the citizens present had already begun to curse Mr. Baker and Cohen Pharmaceuticals, and it seemed that they were about to lose control.
In addition, the expressions of many gentlemen when accepting Wayne's thanks were not very natural, probably because they had lost money.

After all, according to the statistics of the detective agency, the number of people who chose to bet on Wayne to win this game was considered a "minority"...

If they didn't leave quickly, some of the servants who were helping to maintain order would leave with their masters one after another, and gradually there would be no one to manage. After the people took their anger out on Cohen Pharmaceuticals, they found that Wayne was still standing here.

The next one to be scolded and possibly impacted might be the detective agency that issues the lottery tickets.

We need to let everyone take a break and calm down.

In addition, there was actually another reason why Wayne chose to leave quickly.

As soon as he walked to the carriage, Connor took the initiative to greet him, leaned close to Wayne's ear and lowered his voice:
"Boss, the people that Malcolm Baker brought seem to have four or five carriages. It might be better for us to leave here as soon as possible."

Wayne nodded and got on the carriage. He noticed this incident and wanted to escape before the people dispersed.

Part of the reason for deliberately making trouble and hitting the opponent's waist was to make an open and direct response to Mr. Baker's despicable plan.

If only people from both sides were present, Wayne might not even have a chance to duel.
Even if you win the duel, you will probably still have to fight another "big one" on the way back.

I have overestimated the opponent's bottom line...

Fortunately, the detective agency also took precautions and at least prepared a "four-wheel drive vehicle" in advance. Even if they were outnumbered and could not defeat a large number of people, Wayne and his team would not lose money here when they saw that the situation was not right.
But they might have to go back to the "newspapers" and "bars" to engage in a war of words with the other party.

I guess the other party didn't expect that there would be so many "spectators" at the scene, many of whom were quite famous.
The conspiracy came to an end in front of everyone, and Mr. Baker could only suffer the humiliation in front of everyone.

There is nothing wrong with “playing dirty”, but it’s a pity that being “bad” is the original sin.

But then again,
Conor, you didn't go to Georgia with Lina before, so why are you calling her "boss" now?

It is true that “it is not easy to learn well, but it is easy to learn bad things”…

After getting on the carriage, the "four-wheel drive vehicle" found a gap in the crowd and soon drove to the main road first.

Wayne and his team first went back to the city to visit the cathedral, and then took a different route back to the detective agency, taking with them the extraordinary materials from the "death" field that they had obtained through special approval.

……

"Boom!"

A fist angrily hit the inner wall of the carriage.

"Damn it!"

In the carriage, Malcolm Baker no longer covered his pierced abdomen, and the blood seemed to have stopped flowing out.
The bloodstained cotton yarn was collected in a piece, and the blood gradually shrank into a "ball" in it, and then he ate it again. His "lawyer" Mr. Weisman was sitting in the seat opposite him.

After he had used his extraordinary ability, he slowly spoke, "Mr. Baker, it seems that the other party has absolutely no sincerity in reconciling with you."

"I think this is the tacit approval of the local bishop. No wonder the market in Virginia has not been successfully developed for so many years. If we had known earlier, we should have withheld some of the medicine sent by the headquarters and let him die in agony sooner."

Mr. Weissman was silent beside him.

Bishop Corleone should not have taken the pills provided by Cohen Pharmaceuticals, otherwise, with the ingredients he secretly added, accumulated over this period of time, it would have been enough to make him lose control or even go crazy.

An elderly Extraordinary who is deeply ill in the "holy" realm may be able to maintain a false appearance of normalcy until his death, but this cannot be hidden from the believers of light who also have a good understanding of the "holy" realm.

The most unobtrusive way to extinguish a flame that is running out of fuel is to keep it burning, or even make it burn a little more vigorously.
But Bishop Corleone's weakness was continuous, and he obviously did not try to relieve the pain, so he was unable to experience the wonderful feeling of being rejuvenated.

unfortunately,

He seemed to be treating himself with the same cruelty with which he had long treated his fellow believers in the light.

Mr. Weissman quickly put aside his distracting thoughts and said, "Mr. Baker, the attitude of the church is no longer important. The most important thing right now is what are you going to do next?"

"None of the personnel provided by the headquarters have returned yet. I guess they have fallen into the trap. There is no point in staying in Richmond any longer. I plan to go back to the headquarters first and wait for follow-up processing. I am not the only one who failed in opening up new markets. At worst, I will be demoted to another regional headquarters."

How can this be possible? My fellow countrymen need more help.

The fertility of the soil is always limited. If we don’t pull out the plants of the Holy Spirit Church, how can the seedlings we sow grow?

Mr. Weissman's expression was as calm as ever. "But as far as I know, the company has never suffered such a heavy loss before, as all the members assigned to market security were wiped out. If you leave like this, Mr. Baker, you may not have any position in the future."

"Then what can I do?! The other party is obviously more greedy than we thought, and the people assigned by the headquarters are no match for them. Now even some of the hired clerks are worried that they will be publicly challenged next, and have begun to submit their applications. I can't just put my own people in there."

"why not?"

Mr. Weissman first asked a rhetorical question, and then continued, "The company may be able to accept failure, but it certainly does not want the market to be completely destroyed. Judging from the current situation, the other party is likely to discredit the company's image after you leave.

"I don't question your decision. But you might consider making one last attempt to silence the other person before leaving Forginny. With your rank and ability, Mr. Baker, you shouldn't die easily, but at least you should make your stance clear.

"The management in the company are all smart people. They may see many things as clearly as you do."

Malcolm Baker hesitated. "My own people plus the ones you recruited recently may not be better than the marketing support personnel assigned by the headquarters in terms of professional ability..."

"It's just a matter of organizing an attack that looks like a real attack. We don't need to bleed ourselves like those bounty hunters who use their lives to earn US dollars."

Mr. Weissman looked very sincere. "Isn't there a full-time clerk coming from the headquarters? You can bring him over as a witness. As long as he witnesses the whole process with his own eyes, no matter whether it succeeds or not, who in the company will be able to question your courage and determination, Mr. Baker?"

"Do you still have the potion you provided? These last few bounty hunters don't seem reliable enough, so I want to prepare some for them."

"Maybe it's a little reluctant." Mr. Weissman didn't smile, "but I'll try my best."

(End of this chapter)