You won't win!

"Where are you, Edward?" Nicholas asked. "I sent Ray and Jack to pick you up."

"Don't bother," Edward replied. "I'll be there in a minute."

Edward once again employed his air-walking technique, bending his knees slightly before leaping swiftly onto the treetops.

He moved across them as effortlessly as if he were walking on solid ground. Before long, a few people on the street caught a glimpse of this extraordinary sight and began to shout.

"Superman! It's Superman!"

In no time, Edward arrived in front of Nicholas's mansion.

Nicholas lived in an exclusive neighborhood reserved for the wealthiest of the elite.

Edward had never felt the least bit intimidated when it came to healing the sick, but stepping into this affluent area made him have butterflies in his stomach.

Perhaps it was his upbringing in the slums, where poverty had ingrained a sense of inferiority deep within him—that caused this unease, though Edward became a billionaire in his own right now.

He rang the doorbell. A man in his forties, dressed in a grey suit, approached the gate.

With a long, horse-like face and beady eyes that seemed to look down on everyone, he gave Edward a disdainful once-over.

In his eyes, Edward appeared no better than a beggar.

"Who are you here for?" he asked, his brow furrowed in irritation.

"I'm here to see Nicholas," Edward replied bluntly.

"What?" The man's frown deepened. "You can't just casually address our master by his first name. I suppose you're here to beg. I've seen your kind before. Get lost! Don't cause any trouble here."

"I'm here at your master's invitation. Don't underestimate me and jeopardize your master's business," Edward warned, not even sparing him a glance.

"Keep dreaming. My master wouldn't invite someone who looks like a beggar. Now get out of here, or I'll make sure you regret it."

"Try me," Edward retorted with a cold laugh. "Do as I say and call Nicholas out here right now before I make sure you regret it!"

"Damn it! You're deliberately causing a scene. I may not be able to deal with you now, but just wait!"

With that, the middle-aged man stormed off.

A few minutes later, he returned with a massive hunting dog. The dog let out a ferocious bark.

"You decide not to leave, right?" the man sneered. "Then you asked for it. If you don't leave, I'll let the dog tear you apart."

"Go ahead and try. I'll show you how easily I can handle this little cute thing," Edward said with a smile.

"Tear him to pieces with your claws and fangs, Disruptor!" the man commanded, remotely opening the gate. The enormous dog lunged at Edward with a ferocious growl.

Edward wasn't the least bit afraid. He chuckled and said,

"Let me launch the bark of my affections into the boundless ocean-tide of the canine world."

As the dog closed in, Edward simply stepped aside and gently stroked its head.

The once-fierce hunting dog immediately became docile, sitting obediently at Edward's feet as if waiting for him to climb onto its back.

"What are you doing, Disruptor? Bite him!" the middle-aged man shouted, his face turning red with frustration.

The dog, however, seemed to completely ignore him.

Edward continued to pet the dog's head and spoke to it warmly.

"Your name is Disruptor, right? You're quite a brave hound. Now, I have a task for you."

The dog licked its lips and panted heavily, as if ready to follow Edward's command anytime.

"Good boy. Teach this man a lesson. Anyone who looks down on others deserves a taste of their own medicine. Live up to your name, come on!"

With that, the dog turned on the man who had brought it out. It lunged at him with a ferocious bite.

"No, wait! You've got it all wrong. I'm the one who's been feeding you all along. Don't…" the man screamed, turning and running in a panic.

But he couldn't outrun Disruptor, who quickly tackled him to the ground and tore a large gash in his suit with its sharp claws.

"Ah! No, you can't do this to me," the man wailed, calling out for help. "Save me, sir!"

Palpably he was looking for the help of Nicholas.

"It's useless to ask your master to help you. You need to beg me for mercy!" Edward said coldly.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was wrong. Please, have mercy," the man pleaded, his back now covered in several bloody scratches.

"What exactly were you wrong about?" Edward suddenly raised his voice.

"I was wrong to judge you by your clothes. I'm sorry. Please, let me go."

The man's cries finally caught Nicholas's attention.

He rushed out of the mansion and into the front yard, his eyes widening at the sight of Edward standing at the gate.

The once-green lawn was now splattered with red blood from the middle-aged man.

Seeing Nicholas approach, Edward called out,

"I'm just teaching your man a lesson. I hope you don't mind, Nicholas."

"Save me, sir!" the man begged.

Nicholas quickly understood what had happened. Instead of looking at his servant, he bowed deeply to Edward.

"You're absolutely right to discipline him. It's my fault for not keeping him in check. I'm sorry that this damned guy, Peterson, has offended you."

"Oh no, sir, I'll die if you don't help me," Peterson wailed as the dog continued to tear at his legs.

His grey trousers were now soaked in blood, and he looked utterly miserable.

Edward watched with quiet apathy. For this, it seemed it was hard to tell whether he was a good man or a bad one.

Nicholas, unable to bear the sight any longer, pleaded, "Peterson isn't a bad person. He's just developed a snobbish attitude from working for me for so long. Please, Edward, show mercy. I beg of you."

Edward laughed.

"It seems you're not a bad person either. If you had just let him suffer, I'd have refused to treat you further. Alright, Disruptor, that's enough. Your job is done."

The dog immediately stopped and obediently sat back down at Edward's feet, as if he were its true master.

Peterson lay on the ground, gasping for breath and moaning in pain.

"Thank you, sir. You're right. I shouldn't have treated you that way, even if you were a beggar."

"Indeed," Edward said. "Let's put an end to this little drama."

With that, Edward pulled out a small blue bottle, uncorked it, and quickly sprinkled some light blue powder onto Peterson's wounds.

"This is a top-notch remedy for bites and scratches. It'll have you fully healed in five minutes."

"Five minutes?" Peterson said skeptically. His expression betrayed his disbelief. Even Nicholas, though he knew Edward was a brilliant healer, couldn't help but doubt.

"You don't believe me, do you, Nicholas?" Edward asked.

"Well…" Nicholas stammered, not daring to speak his mind out loud.

"Your expressions have given you away. How about this, Nicholas? If he's fully healed in five minutes, you owe me a hundred million. What do you say?"

"Alright, but what if I win?" Nicholas countered.

"You won't win!"