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

Ron glanced at where the bald man was standing, and then began his plan.

He feigned panic and tried to bend down to pick up the pen that had fallen to the ground.

As a result, he stumbled, his body becoming unsteady in his panic, causing his toe to precisely kick the pen, sending it rolling further down the smooth wooden floor.

Because of that kick, the pen slowly rolled to the vicinity of the bald boss's legs.

"What are you doing? That pen is very expensive! Can you afford to pay for it if you break it?"

Eugene frowned and scolded the flustered Ron with a hint of annoyance.

Weiss and Makarov, standing behind Ron, saw through Ron's little tricks perfectly clearly.

Makarov looked puzzled, not knowing what Ron was trying to do. Was he trying to stall for time?

Weiss's eyes widened. Having witnessed Ron's previous actions, he couldn't help but have a bad feeling.

"I'm so sorry, I was just too nervous. My hands and feet just wouldn't obey me today."

Ron bowed and apologized as he slowly walked to the bald boss's legs.

After picking up the pen from the bald leader, he didn't immediately go back to sign it, but instead looked up at the bald man.

The bald man felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Ron staring intently at him.

He looked down and met Ron's gaze. He had a feeling that although Ron's eyes seemed clear and innocent on the surface, his intuition told him that the boy had other intentions.

"What are you looking at? Is there something wrong with my face?"

Ron, still with his clear eyes, stared at him and said in a concerned tone:

"Uncle, it looks like you have trouble walking. I'm very good at massage, let me help you."

"...?!"

The bald man's eyes widened, but before he could refuse, Ron eagerly took his hands.

Ron approached the bald man's right foot, using the knowledge of acupoints on his character card to press down on the damaged muscle with one hand, while moving the fingertips of his other hand to the vicinity of several of the most painful acupoints and pressing them down hard!

"ah!!!"

The excruciating pain caused the bald man to open his jaw wide, his eyes almost bulging out, and he couldn't help but let out a painful cry.

Eugene was startled by the sudden scream and jumped off his chair. The bald man's men were also shocked and didn't realize what had happened.

Ron pressed his advantage, raising his head with a serious expression and saying:

"Uncle, it's normal to feel pain! It means the bruising is dissipating. Let me loosen your muscles a bit, and you'll be fine soon!"

After saying that, he reached his hand into the back of his right knee and forcefully pushed and pulled the dislocated tendon back into place.

crunch~

The pulling pain was so intense that the bald man couldn't recover for a moment. The pull made him bend over in pain, and the push made him straighten up in pain, with cold sweat pouring down his back.

When his men saw that their boss was in so much pain he looked like a fish out of water, they rushed over to try and pull Ron away.

"Let go, let go!!!"

Baldy was in so much pain that he could barely speak coherently. He frantically waved his thick hands, telling Ron to let go.

Seeing that the situation was about right, Ron let go, and the bald man's wildly flailing arm accidentally brushed against Ron's cheek.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Ron covered his face with his hands and yelled, then fell backward, his feet pushing off the ground, his whole body tracing a small parabola in the air as he flew towards Makarov and Weiss, rolling once before coming to a stop.

After Ron released his grip, the bald man's excruciating leg pain finally subsided, and he caught his breath.

He opened his eyes and saw that Ron had fallen to the ground. He frowned and looked very puzzled.

What's going on?

Ron lay down on the wooden plank, looking at the bald man and the others with a bewildered expression, then turned to look at Makarov with innocent eyes.

"President, I was just trying to help him relieve his leg injury, and he actually hit me! What should I do?"

Everyone present was completely stunned upon hearing this.

The bald leader stared wide-eyed at his own thick arms, feeling a surge of resentment.

Don't blame me! I didn't exert any force!

However, the bald man's men shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Kid, you should be glad! Our boss went easy on you because you're still young."

"Otherwise, I would have slapped you to death just now!"

When the bald man heard his subordinates stand up for him like that, he was about to lose his temper.

Don't talk nonsense! I didn't hit anyone!

Don't these pig-headed idiots think before they speak?!

Makarov, standing behind Ron, gasped.

Don't think I didn't notice; you went there on purpose.

Hey kid, you were lying there perfectly fine, yet you were secretly giving me those meaningful glances—you tricked me!

Weiss looked horrified, saying, "How come my premonition came true? I can't control this situation!"

Standing behind the desk, Eugene finally saw through Ron's intentions and said impatiently:

"Young Master White, are you trying to stall for time by not wanting to sign?"

Ron was still covering his face, looking at Eugene with an innocent expression.

"You hit me and still expect me to sign!"

Aren't you bullying honest people?

Veins bulged on Eugene's forehead as he pointed at Ron and shouted:

"Fine, bring him over here to sign again! Otherwise, you can forget about getting the final payment!"

"Let's go, teach that kid a lesson for the boss!"

The men responded first and then rushed towards Ron and his two companions.

Faced with such a situation of being outnumbered, most people would have already knelt down and begged for mercy.

Unfortunately, Makarov was no ordinary man. At this moment, he remained calm and began to laugh heartily.

"Kid, I'll play with you then."

Since the other party made the first move, it is reasonable and legitimate for Fairy Tail guild leader to protect the safety of the client in self-defense!

Ron nodded, then quickly stood up, grabbed Weiss, and ran towards the door.

"Then we'll be heading out now, President!"

Staggering as he was being pulled along, Weiss kept looking back at Makarov, who remained standing there, his heart filled with worry.

Makarov turned his back to the door, facing all the gang members rushing towards him alone. His brows were furrowed, his lips were drooping, and several veins were bulging on his forehead.

"You boys, did you even ask me before you tried to harm my employer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Makarov's magic surged, and the wooden planks beneath his feet instantly emitted bursts of dazzling blue light, forming a magic circle that covered the entire room.

The fluctuations created by that magic made Weiss gasp, and he followed Ron away without looking back.

The radiant magic circle completely stunned everyone present.

Eugene's eyes widened. Only when the magical energy swept over him did he realize why he felt so familiar with this white-haired old man.

I saw him in a magic magazine when I was a child. He was the guild master of Fairy Tail!

Eugene broke out in a cold sweat and quickly hid under the table, trembling with fear.

The bald boss and his men, being inexperienced and unaware of the situation, only saw the originally short, white-haired old man's body swell wildly under the light, gradually growing larger.

When the enormous shadow gradually enveloped everyone in their room, the bald man realized he had messed with the wrong person.

boom!

Ron managed to pull Weiss out of the law firm and they finally reached a wide street. Before they could catch their breath, a loud noise came from behind them.

Even the street beneath their feet felt a faint tremor, and the surrounding residents stopped in their tracks, watching in alarm.

The sound of wood being smashed continued to emanate from the law firm, sending dust flying everywhere and raising a cloud of dust from the ground.

Ron felt a surge of hope and muttered to himself:

"The commotion caused by the president is really outrageous. Choosing to escape was the right choice."

Dealing with a few thugs alarmed the Ten Wizard Saints; my move was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Weiss, who was standing to the side, was also shocked. His jaw dropped and he couldn't close it for a long time.

He hadn't expected Makarov to be a mage of this caliber.

With a look of shock still lingering on his face, Weiss slowly turned his head and asked Ron:

"Commander...didn't you say before that you would personally negotiate with the lawyers and resolve these debt issues?"

What are those performances in your film?

Ron straightened his tie, waved his hand, and didn't care about his previous promise at all.

"How could it possibly be solved? Since there is external force involved, we must rely on external force to solve it."

Such a commotion must have alerted the Magic Council, so this case is no longer our concern.

Upon hearing this shameless statement, Weiss couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Although young master Ron doesn't have the elegant and dignified demeanor of the former captain, he is the most reliable!

Ron ignored Weiss's worship and summoned the system with a thought.

[Current role-playing level: 86%]

Ron was overjoyed. In less than a day, his performance level had already reached 86%!

It seems that my recent actions have already convinced the system that I have successfully demonstrated the character's personality traits.

It seems that as long as this style of doing things is maintained, allowing him to reach 100% and permanently obtain A-level learning talent is only a matter of time.

Just then, the continuous commotion inside the Angel Contract Law Firm finally stopped, and the sounds of things being smashed ceased.

squeak~

The half-damaged wooden door slowly opened, revealing Makarov, who had reverted to his diminutive form.

Makarov, with one hand holding Eugene, whose eyes had rolled back and who was foaming at the mouth, and the other dragging the unconscious, blood-stained bald leader, emerged from the dust.

Makarov dusted himself off and looked up to see Ron waving at him with a big smile.

He sighed, his face almost laughing in exasperation at the kid.

"Kid, you're really clever. You knew I'd make a big fuss, so you slipped out first."

Ron, ever the friendly neighbor, stepped forward, leaned on Makarov's shoulder, and began to press down hard with both hands.

"Thank you for your hard work, Guild Master! As the guild master of the Mage Guild, I naturally dare not question your strength."

We'll wait for the Magic Council to handle the aftermath of these fabricated debts and assaults.

Ron hadn't expected that despite using all his strength in his thumb, Makarov's shoulder muscles hadn't moved at all; instead, it was his own thumb that started to ache.

"Hmph, I underestimated the shamelessness of you, kid."

Your second commission doesn't seem like a good job to me.

How about I recommend you try another magic guild?

Makarov was genuinely scared. This first commission was a blatant betrayal, and he was afraid to accept the second one, fearing the kid would cause trouble again.

Ron loosened his thumb, and seeing that it had no effect, he immediately stepped in front of Makarov and smiled:

"President, are you sure you don't want to take the second commission? This one is a long-term commission with high profits, you know?"

"Maybe it can solve your financial crisis?"

Upon hearing that the profits were substantial, Makarov's ears twitched involuntarily.

He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said:

"Tell me what the request is about first, and then I'll consider whether or not to accept it."

Ron smiled confidently:

"Okay, I'll explain the details of this long-term engagement to you, but..."

Makarov raised his graying eyebrows.

"But what?"

Ron then turned his head and glanced at the Angel Contract Law Firm behind him, which was almost in ruins.

"President, you need to introduce me to a new law firm, this time one that is trustworthy."

I don't want to get scammed again.