Fairy Tail: You said you were just acting, are you serious

Magnolia City, Angel Contract Law Firm.

"Mr. Eugene, what does it mean that you gave a deposit of 75,000 J coins?"

Inside the law firm, a middle-aged man with a full beard frowned, with seven burly subordinates standing behind him, questioning the skinny man sitting across from him at the desk.

"Didn't we agree on an 8 J-coin deposit?"

The bald boss gripped the bag of deposit tightly in both hands, while his seven henchmen behind him glared at Mr. Eugene with hostile expressions.

The skinny man, wearing a top hat, casually propped his legs up on the desk, filing his nails.

"You need to understand, hiring you is just buying insurance."

He didn't even look at them directly, just kept blowing the crumbs out of his fingernails.

"My task for you was simply to teach a weak old man a lesson and then catch a ten-year-old brat. Do you really need to go to all that trouble?"

Eugene then glanced sideways at the bald leader and shamelessly said:

"What, not satisfied? Then put the deposit back on the table, and I'll go find another gang."

Upon hearing this, the bald man frowned even more deeply.

"you......!"

The bald man's henchman, unable to contain himself any longer, bulged veins on his forehead and made as if to rush forward.

Finally, the bald man raised his right hand, signaling his men to stop, and only then did he step back a few steps in dissatisfaction.

The bald man took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying:

"We'll take on this task."

"Then I look forward to your good news."

The bald man grabbed his cane leaning against the table, stood up, and said:

"Let's go!"

He then turned around and limped toward the entrance of the legal affairs office.

The seven henchmen glared at Attorney Eugene and followed their boss away.

boom!

Only after the door slammed shut did Eugene put his feet down.

"Hmph, a bunch of low-level gangsters trying to negotiate a price?"

Eugene's face showed a contemptuous sneer.

If you weren't so cheap, would you even have the chance to take this commission?

How dare you question me? What kind of attitude is that?

If you can't even handle this, I won't give you half of the remaining money!

The bald boss walked out the door and glanced down at the upright wooden signboard.

"Pah!"

He spat on the sign, venting his frustration in a small way.

People on the street didn't notice this action and continued to move along the street.

"Boss, shouldn't we teach him a lesson?"

The bald boss laughed in anger after hearing his subordinate's words.

"Lessons? Who gives us the right to lecture others now?"

"Let's just do what others say and go check the child's house first."

"Hey boss, isn't that the guy over there the target Eugene gave us? He looks just like him in the photo."

At this moment, the bald leader looked in the direction his subordinate was pointing and saw three distinct figures walking towards them.

The bald leader paused for a moment, carefully compared the photo with the real person, and found that it was indeed the Weiss the lawyer had mentioned.

The three figures were of different heights: one tall and two short. One of them was an unfamiliar white-haired old man, and the other was a child, who might be Ron White.

"Wait a minute, that kid, why does he have orange hair? Shouldn't he have gray hair?"

Ron, who was walking ahead of Weiss and Malalov, turned back and gave the order:

"President, you don't need to say anything when you go in. I will explain everything to the lawyer myself."

However, if you see anyone make a move, you'll have to protect us.

Makarov said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I'm here. They won't do anything to you."

Weiss followed silently, convinced that Ron would handle everything.

The bald leader wanted to step forward, but after glancing at the cane in his hand, he handed it to his subordinate.

"This thing is in the way, you should get rid of it right away."

He then straightened up and, enduring the pain, walked towards Ron and the others.

His subordinate stared wide-eyed, looked around but couldn't find a trash can, so he could only pretend he was crippled and weld the thing to his hand.

Ron was still chatting with Weiss and the others when he noticed a huge figure blocking out the sun, the shadow covering Ron and Makarov.

Ron looked up and saw a bald man with a thick beard blocking their way; the bald head gleamed blindingly in the sunlight.

"Are you here to see Mr. Eugene?"

Ron trembled as soon as he saw the bald boss, revealing a 'cowardly' expression.

Ron's eyes darted around, and his two index fingers twitched nervously in front of his chest.

"Ah, Arno, we're here to get Mr. Eugene's autograph."

Weiss and Makarov were both stunned by Ron's change of expression.

Although Ron had warned them that he would put on an act in front of them, his acting was still too natural.

Did he get into the zone that quickly?

The bald leader just smiled, clearly unaware of the problem.

"Very good, then come with us, I'll take you there."

At this moment, the bald boss's men surrounded them, and the bald boss stepped aside, gesturing for them to go first.

"Let's go, what are you still standing there for?"

The subordinate standing behind Weiss nudged him with his shoulder, and Weiss, fearing that he would make another move, had no choice but to start moving.

Makarov's smile vanished, but Ron secretly exchanged a glance with him, and he silently followed Ron and Weiss.

Although Ron appeared to be trembling, his hands, hidden in his sleeves, were quite relaxed.

He kept scanning the area as he walked until he reached the wooden door of the legal affairs office.

Before the wooden door closed, he glanced at the bald boss behind him and noticed that his right leg was slightly stiff.

He glanced again at the subordinate in front of him who was using a cane, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Hearing the commotion outside, Eugene suddenly frowned.

What's going on? Why did they turn around?

The bald leader pushed Ron and the other two into the law firm's office.

"Mr. Eugene, I've brought the person over for you."

Eugene looked on incredulously.

Are you that quick with your hands and feet?

Eugene looked up at the three people and smiled happily when he recognized Weiss and Ron.

Wess and Ron have been brought along, but who is the other person?

Eugene then glanced at Makarov again.

This old man wearing a clown hat looks familiar, doesn't he?

Never mind that, let's get down to business.

Eugene looked at Ron and gave him a professional smile.

"Young Master White, you've finally arrived."

Ron looked at Eugene with a worried expression and said:

"Mr. Eugene, I've come to talk to you about the debt."

I've never heard my parents mention that debt statement before.

Eugene sat up straight, clasped his hands together, and said:

"Young Master White, those really are debts left by your parents, and there are written proof of them. Perhaps they are just forgetful and forgot to tell you about them."

"But, but..."

"Young Master White, don't be nervous. You don't need to worry about these things. Leave them to the government office to handle, and you won't have to worry about them."

As Eugene spoke, he reached under his desk and pulled out two contracts, smiling slightly.

"If you sign both contracts, everything will be resolved."

Ron's eyes widened in surprise:

"If I sign these documents, will you help me resolve these issues? Can you handle all these debt matters?"

Eugene's hypocritical smile curled upwards even more pronounced as he stretched his neck closer to Ron, tempting him:

"Yes, we have no choice but to sign it. Everything else can be negotiated."

A clear light appeared in Ron's eyes. He smiled, walked forward, and picked up the pen on the table.

Ron read the words of the contract and was about to write when the pen suddenly slipped from his fingertips.

The pen fell to the ground, bounced twice, and finally stopped shaking.

"Oops, my hand slipped."

Ron lowered his head, a slight upward smirk playing on his lips.

It's time to stir up this mess.