The Strongest Beast Tamer With the Strongest System-Chapter 19: Demands

Leonardo brought all the grapes to Transmission World and sold them there, earning exactly one million dollars.

Even though he knew that amount wouldn’t last long if he started buying high-tier equipment, he was still thrilled.

He didn’t forget to buy a bag of roasted meat to bring home and enjoy with Ellie.

That evening, two emails arrived in his original account.

One from an unfamiliar name. The other from the City Court.

After reading both, Leonardo discovered they contained the court’s revised ruling on his case.

With his lawyer proving the manipulation behind the accusations, the court had officially declared him not guilty.

(Can I countersue?) Leonardo replied to the lawyer’s email.

(The fee is 500,000...)

Leonardo rolled his eyes. It seemed the Association Head had only helped him this far.

If he wanted to countersue, he had to pay for it himself.

(What can I get out of it?) Leonardo asked.

(Ask for whatever you want. It depends on the judge’s decision. Since the manipulation nearly caused you to lose something significant, the judge may consider granting substantial compensation. If you’re serious, come to the court now while they’re still open so you can file your demands.)

After reading that, Leonardo left immediately.

He would bite back—no matter what.

After everything that had happened, he didn’t believe the Harvey Family would simply forget about him.

Even if Margaret stopped targeting his class, she would find another way to teach him a lesson.

If that was the case, he would make sure they couldn’t ignore him either.

City Z Court.

The same place where he had stood trial before.

It was a massive building, more like the headquarters of an international corporation than a courthouse.

Leonardo appeared on a nearby street with his face uncovered before walking inside.

His lawyer had told him to wait at the entrance.

There was only one person standing there—a young woman, perhaps twenty-five.

She wasn’t overwhelmingly beautiful, but she had an elegant presence. Her brown hair was neatly tied up, and her skin had a healthy pale-tan tone.

A small pin on her blazer identified her as a lawyer. Her name read: Laura Maxwell.

Maxwell.

The same surname as the Association Head.

But that wasn’t the name that had emailed him.

As Leonardo hesitated, the woman approached him.

"You’re Leonardo Anderson?" she asked.

"Are you my lawyer’s assistant?" Leonardo asked cautiously. It wasn’t unusual for top lawyers to have younger associates working under them.

"I am your lawyer. My assistant is the one who emailed you," she replied, her brows knitting slightly at his assumption.

At that moment, a man in his thirties approached, carrying documents. He wasn’t a lawyer. His name was Max Keller—the name from the email.

"Mrs. Maxwell, the request has been approved," the man said, handing her the documents.

She skimmed them briefly before passing a sheet to Leonardo.

"Write all your demands," she said.

"And sign this contract as well," she added, handing him another document detailing their agreement.

It stated clearly: 500,000 dollars per court session, payable before the hearing.

"Mrs. Maxwell, are you the granddaughter of the Association Head?" Leonardo asked.

"There’s no need to ask about my background. Just know that I get results. Didn’t you see the name of my firm?" she replied coolly.

Leonardo glanced at the header.

Veritas Global Legal.

The best firm in America, with branches in every major city.

"...Alright."

Leonardo smiled faintly and began writing.

10 million dollars.

Level 2 Dimensional Ring.

Level 2 Resonance Core.

Soul Conduit Crystal Level 1 and Level 2.

Two Class A Monster Eggs.

Class 1 Apartment in City Z.

BMW.

He only stopped because the space on the form ran out.

Most people would demand compensation purely in money.

Leonardo had listed assets.

When Laura Maxwell took back the paper and read his demands, she rolled her eyes.

"Your mouth might not be big enough to swallow all of that," Laura said coolly. "Come back here tomorrow at nine in the morning."

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked back into the building, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as the glass doors closed behind her.