Only then did Philip and the others come to their senses. When Steve had been introduced to them, it had been mentioned that he was a pharmacist.

But, they hadn't paid attention, as he was only an F-grade pharmacist. After all, there were countless F-grade pharmacists in their groups.

But, even if they were of low statuses, all F-grade pharmacists were still certified and protected by the Pharmacists Guild. So, no one dared act rashly when dealing with a certified pharmacist, that is, unless they could handle it flawlessly. Otherwise, there would be much too high of a price to pay!

Philip and the others s.h.i.+vered, as they had just remembered a legend that they had heard of, which told of something that happened when the Pharmacist's Guild had just been founded. At that time, a n.o.ble duke had killed a dog that was outside the door of the Pharmacists Guild. That dog happened to be a pet of one of the pharmacist's in the Pharmacists Guild.

Later, the Pharmacists Guild used this as an excuse to sanction the duke. Finally, the duke went bankrupt and even his t.i.tle of n.o.bility was withdrawn by the Ares council!

The reason that the Pharmacists Guild gave for this severe punishment was that, "Even if it's a dog, it's still a dog that belongs to the Pharmacists Guild."

Since then, no one had dared to take any action against the Pharmacists Guild, as even dogs would receive the Pharmacists Guild's protection! For this reason, the occupation of being a pharmacist had become the safest and most secure n.o.ble profession for the humans of Blue Star.

As all of these thoughts stirred their heads and hearts, the expressions of Philip and the others changed again and again.

"Who on earth are you?" Philip asked Steve coldly.

"I've already introduced myself. I'm Steve," Steve replied calmly.

"I'm asking about the forces who are behind you! Which n.o.ble family were you born into?" Philip asked again.

"I'm just a civilian, with no powerful background." Steve smiled faintly, secretly pleased that he was shocking them all.

The 10 billion in original gold was actually the cash that he had earned from selling the serums and so on for more than a month. As he never used a lot of money in his daily life, he had been able to save such a shocking amount.

Philip and the others wore gloomy and doubtful expressions. They clearly did not believe Steve when he claimed that he had no powerful backers. Even for them, it was hard to get more than 10 billion in original gold in cash at one go. As such, the powerful forces who could give more than 10 billion in original gold in cash to their family's children were certainly held in high esteem.

At that moment, the conversation between Douglas and Christina was finally ending...

"Mr. Steve is indeed rich and generous. After all… Starting with over 10 billion in original gold in cash... Even I could not do that," Douglas said.

He then added, "I have my suspicions that he is indeed Mr. Clown!"

Christina was also shocked by Steve. She had always regarded Steve as being an ordinary soldier. So, it was unexpected that Steve would have such an bank account. As such, the forces who must be behind him could not be underestimated, as they might even be larger than the Masa Group!

At Douglas' reminder, Christina sobered up. As of right now, no one knew the clown pharmacist's ident.i.ty, but suddenly, everyone was looking at Steve with suspicion!

After one conducted a careful a.n.a.lysis, it could be seen that Steve and the clown pharmacist did indeed have a few uncanny similarities. Moreover, in a small place like the Stanlos Base Camp, only the clown pharmacist could easily take out more than 10 billion in cas.h.!.+

Philip's face suddenly changed and his heart jumped to his throat. Their aim had been to get in touch with the clown pharmacist through Christina.

But, if Steve was the clown pharmacist, not only would they have failed to create a good relations.h.i.+p between themselves and the clown pharmacist, but they would've greatly offended him! This would indeed cause a lot of trouble!

A smile suddenly broke out on Steve's face as he said, "Hehe, you've guessed it. Would you believe me if I said that I'm Mr. Clown?" At this point, Steve was not as calm as his expression made him seem.

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding. Why would Mr. Steve take my silly words seriously?" Douglas laughed out loud, defusing the awkwardness of the scene.

If Steve were to diverge from the topic or look for other excuses to deny it, Douglas and the crowd might continue to suspect that he was indeed the clown pharmacist.

However, Steve had now admitted it in a spirit of irony and humor in public, and that caused people to take his words as a joke instead. It's like if Clark Kent's editor-in-chief was to ask Clark Kent if he was Superman. The editor-in-chief would not believe him if Clark Kent were to admit it directly.

"You could only dream of being a great man like Mr. Clown, but unfortunately you are not." Hardy sneered.

"Oh brother, stop dreaming. If you were Mr. Clown, you would not be here now, but would be talking to President Sidney about the future development of pharmacists." Franklin laughed.

"I've already admitted it. I can't help it if you don't believe me." Steve's expression was indifferent.

"Alright, Mr. Steve, stop joking. There's a pharmacist compet.i.tion later. Are you going to take part in it?" Christina quickly changed the subject.