"What on earth is going on?" Bidegla asked directly as he sat in the car. "It's a company that collaborated with my father's company. They maliciously acquired our company's stocks, causing a stock market crash. Now my father owes over ten million in debt, has been sued, and the company has declared bankruptcy," Tara Lassen said, tears streaming down her eyes. "Don't cry just yet. How long has this been going on?" Bidegla gently wiped away Tara Lassen's tears and asked. "It's been seven or eight days, and now our house is being besieged by people demanding money. I'm afraid to go back," Tara Lassen said, her eyes red with tears. Bidegla didn't understand stock operations, so he couldn't figure out what was happening. "Since it's a collaborating company, why did they suddenly turn against you? Does your father have a feud with them?" Bidegla asked suddenly. "No," Tara Lassen shook her head and then said with a lowered voice, "The son of the collaborating company's chairman took a liking to me and wanted to marry me. My father's refusal led to this disaster." "What are your thoughts on this?" Bidegla asked after a moment of contemplation. "I...," Tara Lassen was at a loss for words upon hearing Bidegla's question. Finally, she blushed and stammered, "I... of course, I belong to you." "I understand now," Bidegla nodded and continued, "Show me the way to your home. We'll go there right now." "You must save my father. He's innocent and can't go to jail," Tara Lassen suddenly grabbed Bidegla's arm, her eyes filled with hope, just like Shina Macai's in the past. "Don't worry, with me here, how could I let your father go to jail? Trust me," Bidegla said. Then, following Tara Lassen's guidance, he headed towards her home. Tara Lassen's home was a typical villa, probably worth only a few million, but in the city of Bamboo Sea, anyone who could afford a villa was truly wealthy. However, now many people surrounded the villa, some even carrying banners, like they were protesting. There was a commotion outside the villa, and Tara Lassen's eyes were red with tears, close to breaking down because of the situation.

"Depart from me and cease your calling, lest you provoke my lack of civility," Bidegla's countenance turned thoroughly grim as the people's calls grew more aggressive.

A frigid aura emanated from his being, causing those standing nearest to him to visibly pale and hastily retreat, their eyes filled with terror.

Bidegla's current presence was undeniably icy, resembling a block of ice. These individuals were only ordinary folk, unable to withstand such a chilling atmosphere, and thus they hurriedly backed away.

"And you, standing upon my vehicle, beware that I may break your legs," Bidegla suddenly turned and bellowed, causing the individuals perched on the car roof to scatter in fear.

"Hmph," he snorted disdainfully, and then, taking hold of Tara Lassen, he departed. These people's actions were irrational, less about financial demands and more about causing a commotion.

"No, we cannot let them leave. It is only just that they repay their debt. We are in the right, and we must stop them," suddenly a middle-aged man in the crowd spoke out, pointing at Bidegla and Tara Lassen and shouting loudly.

"Yes, we cannot let them go. Our money cannot simply vanish like this; we must retrieve it," upon hearing this, those who had initially feared Bidegla began to converge once more, blocking their way.

They were creditors after all. Even if the police arrived, they had every right to stand their ground. This was a society governed by the law; surely reclaiming a debt could not be considered illegal?

With this in mind, they encircled Bidegla and Tara Lassen, their faces flushed and necks thick with excitement.

Upon seeing these people, Bidegla smiled, though it was a cold, chilling smile. At last, he understood why these individuals were present – they had been manipulated into acting as pawns.

Violently shoving the individuals standing in his path, Bidegla swiftly seized the middle-aged man who had incited the group. If it weren't for this man's words, they wouldn't have dared to obstruct them, so Bidegla was convinced that this individual had come with a purpose in mind.

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"What are you up to?" the middle-aged man immediately bellowed upon being seized by Bidegla, showing no sign of fear.

"I am not up to anything. I am simply curious as to what you intend to do," Bidegla asked, holding the man in his hand and squinting slightly.

His gaze was piercing, causing the middle-aged man to feel a wave of apprehension. However, upon realizing that he had numerous allies surrounding him, he boldly shouted, "We are merely here to collect a debt. Do you really intend to strike me? I will have you know that we live in a society governed by law."

"Heh, so you do know this is a society governed by law?" Bidegla sneered, and then continued, "By gathering together in this manner, you are already suspected of causing a disturbance. Do you believe that I won't call the police and have you all arrested right now?"

Upon hearing this, the voices around them grew noticeably quieter. These people were nothing more than ordinary shareholders, and at the prospect of being arrested, they began to feel a sense of unease.

"Hmph, we are the leaders here. We have come to reclaim what is rightfully ours. Surely the police will listen to reason? And, young man, let me tell you, I have connections in the police station," at this point, the middle-aged man's face bore a smug smile, showing no fear of Bidegla.

"Connections?" Bidegla chuckled, and then began to exert more force in his grip, saying, "Tell me who is pulling your strings, or else do not blame me for ending your life right now."

As Bidegla spoke, the force in his grip increased, causing the middle-aged man to roll his eyes and struggle frantically, while those around them took several steps back, leaving a large circle around them.

This young man was too ruthless, wasn't he? Planning to take a life? While they had come to collect a debt, they certainly did not want to risk their own lives in the process. Therefore, they were now filled with fear and trepidation towards Bidegla.

"Reveal to me the mastermind behind your actions, or else I will not hesitate to send you to hell first. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I also have connections within the police department," Bidegla spoke with a calm voice, but the grip of his hand grew stronger.

"I'll talk!" Under the threat of life and death, the middle-aged man finally compromised. He was just doing it for the money, but now his life was in the hands of the other party. He didn't want to die like this.

"Speak." Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Bidegla coldly laughed and threw the man to the ground.

"Cough..." The pressure suddenly eased, and the middle-aged man greedily breathed in the fresh air, feeling a sense of relief after narrowly escaping death.

"I'll give you half a minute to explain everything, otherwise, I won't show mercy again," Bidegla spoke with a cold tone.

"Yes, yes, yes." Realizing that he couldn't resist Bidegla's skills, the middle-aged man slowly explained, "I received one hundred thousand from Gallio Weber to gather so many debtors to demand money. It really has nothing to do with me."

As he said this, a pleading look appeared on his face as he continued, "I have a family to support..."

"Stop." Bidegla raised a hand and said, "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. I just want to ask you, who is this Gallio Weber you mentioned?"

"He's the mastermind behind this. It's all my fault for falling for his trick. I..."

"Alright, get out of here. Don't let me see you again, or else I'll personally send you to the police station," Bidegla said, unwilling to waste time with such a petty individual.

"Thank you for sparing my life." Upon hearing Bidegla's words, the man ran off as if granted a reprieve, not daring to stay for a moment longer.

After the man had left, Bidegla turned his gaze to the surrounding people and calmly said, "You have a valid reason to demand money, but you were just being used as pawns. I understand your frustration, but please be rational. If the person inside can't pay, I will pay on their behalf. For now, please leave."

Bidegla's polite words calmed the group, especially after the man who had run off. If Bidegla had spoken to them like this before, they wouldn't have believed him, but now they had no choice. It was no wonder that a well-off person had declared bankruptcy; they had been manipulated.

"Very well, we'll wait for news. If the money isn't paid, we'll come again," one person spoke before leaving with the others.

As they left, the dozens of people who had gathered gradually dispersed, and within two to three minutes, everyone had left, clearing the way.

"Let's go, let's go inside your house," Bidegla said, leading Tara Lassen into his villa.

Tara Lassen's home was well-decorated and looked very high-end, but now it was eerily quiet, with no sound except for a person lying unconscious on the floor.

Seeing the person, Tara Lassen suddenly broke free from Bidegla's grip, shouted "Dad," and rushed over, bursting into tears.

The person lying on the ground was Tara Lassen's biological father, and the whole room was filled with the smell of alcohol, indicating that he was completely drunk.

Their once comfortable life had turned into a debt of over ten million, a truly tragic situation. It was understandable that they couldn't bear it.