NEIGHSAY

A tall, lanky and wholesome stallion appears. He walks in the azotea looking at a tall building.

"My goal is...to tear down this building."

Suddenly, the whole building started to explode, piece by piece, one by one, until all was left was nothing. The stallion then slightly smirk, looking at the completely destroyed building.

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72 hours ago in Trottingham where he lived after he was adopted, he was resting in his bed, until his phone alarm went off, and went to see what's the notification. He thought it was nonsense, so he ignored it and went back to resting...until he heard bells ringing from a distance. He exhaled sharply and went off from his comfort place. The curtains widened up, as the sunshine hits in his room, and sees the breathtaking view. He moves his head, so his neck won't be stiff.

He then got dressed up in a black tuxedo, trying to fix his black necktie. He goes by the name of Neighsay Cassano, the consigliere of the Cassano Family. He is a legal adviser/counselor of a European mafia's boss. He then walked out swiftly after dressing into the tuxedo with suitcase in his hands. He got out of his home as two bodyguards on his side were guarding an expensive black car.

He opened the door, as Neighsay carefully got in the back seat. The bodyguard then closed the car door shut. Then another gentlecolt entered the front seat to drive Neighsay to where he was going.

"To Fancy Pants's place." Neighsay commanded the driver.

"Yes, Mr. Consigliere." The driver responded. The driver started the engines, while Neighsay leans on his seat. The black car drove off going to Fancy Pants's place.

EPISODE 1

The car droved straight into the exquisite streets of Trottingham. Time has passed, and a flock of birds passed above the car, in which, a waiting consigliere is riding. He browses in his tablet a few things he needs, and then, an airplane passes by, following the exact direction to where Neighsay is going. Neighsay saw this, and looked up at the airplane. The driver did the exact same thing and saw the exact same thing.

Neighsay continued looking up and watching the airplane. He saw that he was nearly there at Fancy Pants's place, without any fear. The driver then got stopped by a stallion standing, holding a gun. The driver immediately opened the car window in his side, so the stallion will verify the the guest and the reason the guest came here. He then looked at the front seat and saw the driver.

"Why did you come here?" The stallion asked seriously to the driver. The stallion scanned the passenger in the back seat, and saw Neighsay Cassano, waiting to get inside. The stallion then signaled the other stallions that it was verified it was Neighsay Cassano. One of the guards opened the big, black, patterned gate. The driver slowly drove forward inside, as the gate closes and reveals to be "Grecco Vineyard".

After getting out of the car, Neighsay once again walked towards the entrance, carrying the suitcase he has been handling since he went inside the vehicle. He saw outside Fancy Pants eating and sitting in a table for two, with two bodyguards on his back.

Fancy Pants saw Neighsay and scoffed. "How can you do business even on the day of your boss' funeral?" He asked. He kindly lend Neighsay the seat in the table for two.

Neighsay lend an offer to Fancy Pants. "This was the last offer from my boss, Apple Strudel."

Fancy Pants immediately saw it and easily blurted. "An offer from his grave? Not interested. You can take it and leave." Neighsay then looked back at the offer from his tablet and released it from is hands.

"Killing Union President Igneous Rock Pie to take over the vineyard and the union...was a mistake on your part. He was like...a brother to Apple Strudel." Neighsay said politely.

"Whatever the offer is, I won't be accepting it." Fancy Pants denied.

"Does it sound like an offer to you?" Neighsay questioned, which made Fancy Pants stop slurping his food and looked at him in a confused expression.

"This is Apple Strudel's last act of mercy to a pony who killed his dear friend-"

"Ah!" Fancy Pants said in annoyance. "Are you here to make a deal...or to threaten me?"

Neighsay inhaled deeply and reminded: "If you sign this now...there won't be any problems-"

"Get lost!" Fancy Pants yelled. "Go back to your homeland, you arrogant yellow! I fought fair and square to take over! The Cassano Family has no shares in this place. Get out of here!" Fancy Pants commanded.

The same airplane flew by and watered some type of liquid in the plants. And it may have been one part of Neighsay's plans.

"You sure you won't regret this?" Neighsay askes him, and Fancy Pants started with a chuckle, and wiped of the food in his lip with a napkin.

"Regret? The Lucino Family is backing me up. I'm not scared to go to war." Fancy Pants added.

"Regret is the most painful thing you can experience in life." Neighsay said. Fancy Pants then nodded about his opinion. "Fancy Pants, I am here to give you a chance to redeem yourself, and not to start a war."

"Sure. Whatever" Fancy Pants said. "Arigatou, you uncivilized yellow." Fancy Pants read and answered the offer, leaving Neighsay with no visible fear shown as his expression. After answering the contract, Neighsay got out of his seat, and the two bodyguards prepared their guns.

"Fancy Pants..." Neighsay spoke. "You will pay for disrespecting my folks...You neanderthal" Neighsay said seriously and walked away very simply, smiling.

"Neighsay, did you curse at me? What did you say to me!?" Fancy Pants grew angry, but Neighsay didn't intend to turn back to Fancy Pants.

Fancy Pants and his bodyguards saw the same airplane that followed Neighsay earlier. "Why are they spraying the pesticides today? We sprayed them last week." He said to the guards. Then suddenly, the plane sprayed over them and they took cover, but still got caught.

"Damn it! What..." Fancy Pants carefully sniffed the liquid that the airplane sprayed and then suddenly know what was it.

"Shit. They're not spraying insecticides." Fancy Pants said.

Meanwhile, Neighsay walked away with a suitcase, and left simply. He was gonna take revenge on Fancy Pants himself like what he said. He pulled out a stylish, expensive lighter from his pocket, and clinks it open. He turned it on and tossed it behind him and in front of the vineyard, causing the place to spread fire very quick. He actually controlled the plane and sprayed gasoline on Fancy Pants and his bodyguards.

He immediately went back inside the car and slammed the door shut.

Fancy Pants ran over to the balcony to see the open area on fire and gasped. "Oh, no! It's all burning! Everything is burning!" he shouted. "Don't just stand there! Move it! Now!" he commanded his bodyguards. "Hurry!"

The bodyguards got help to stop the fire that one of the Cassanos caused. The fire was now spreading close to where Fancy Pants was located.

"That asshole, Neighsay! I'll get my revenge! I'll get back at everyone! You and the Cassano Family!" he shouted. "Hurry!" he roared.

Neighsay's car quickly drived back from Fancy Pants's burning vineyard. With the vineyard being burned, Neighsay was expressionless and knew he had to do it on purpose, and knew that Fancy Pants deserved it. The driver opened the car window in Neighsay's side as he saw the blazing fire spreading almost completely in the Grecco Vineyard. It continued spreading until the whole entrance of the place. Neighsay rests on his back and focus on going to his boss' funeral.

The car entered the location of the funeral and stopped by the entrance. One gentlecolt carefully opened the door in the backseat of Neighsay. He came out in timing of the church bells chiming. The gentlecolt shut the car door as Neighsay looked around at the inside. He then went inside of the church to see the dead beloved one.

As Neighsay entered, he saw the dead body of his boss, Apple Strudel. He did the sign of the cross correctly and looked down at Apple Strudel's dead body. One stallion saw him and simply walked away. Neighsay continued looking at Apple Strudel.

"Father..." he said. Neighsay happened to be Apple Strudel's adoptive son and his father's adviser.

The stallion who found Neighsay near his father's casket, who was Svengallop, chopped a tobacco while Neighsay clinks his lighter multiple times, and the smoking stallion sat in one table.

"You could have done that after the funeral." Svengallop said said.

"It was his last order." Neighsay replied. "He told me to take care of it as soon as possible."

"Even so, burning the entire vineyard was stupid."

"He said I could use any means necessary to get it done." said Neighsay.

"Right, my father always trusted your decisions, but never trusted mine." Svengallop added.

Neighsay raised an eyebrow for a second. "Because you were always careless when you took care of things." Neighsay reasoned. "You went against his word that no matter what happens, we do not harm females and children." Neighsay added.

Svengallop then started putting the tobacco in his mouth and every breathe he took to smoke, the tobacco sizzles, then Svengallop started to glare at Neighsay, while Svengallop clear up the fire in the tobacco.

"Neighsay. My friend. My brother. " Svengallop responded. "Now that I'm your boss, I'd like to, see you be more loyal."

"Svengallop. My brother." Neighsay responded. "I am always ready to show my loyalty to you..." Neighsay answered respectfully, and turned to him. "...As long as you deserve it."

Svengallop started to look and glare at Neighsay, but Neighsay simply left, which remained Svengallop sitting alone, intending to turn his head to Neighsay, who walked like a real gentlecolt. Svengallop went back facing to the table quickly, thinking...

As Neighsay got back home, he signed, and slowly took a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Then he turned to his lighter, and took out the cigarette from his mouth, and snapped it into half. He slouches in the couch, exhaling, and tucking his suit. Hours have passed until it was night in Trottingham, and suddenly, there were hitstallions breaking in his area, holding guns, and they were coming for Neighsay. They looked around in the dark room, looking for the stallion they are expecting.

They were holding prepared guns to take Neighsay down. Until they suspected something, they ran to where Neighsay could have been located. They busted into his room, gun shooting the furniture in case Neighsay hid under the bed or hide behind any furniture. They shot first his fluffy pillows, and what came out were the pillow feathers instead of Neighsay's flowing blood. One hitstallion lifted up the blanket and no Neighsay was seen.

Until, Neighsay suddenly appeared, in a fancy robe, holding a gun in his hands, shooting every, single one of the hitstallions. He still hold the gun, scanning if they are confirmed deceased. One hitstallion groaned, and Neighsay went near him and bend down as he sighs.

"Looking for me?" Neighsay said.

"Huh?" One of the hitstallions answered. Neighsay pointed the gun in his head and cocks it, and shots the hitstallion's head. Neighsay looked at him as the hitstallion was indeed confirmed dead.

Meanwhile, Svengallop's car drove by a nearby place and stopped there. His body guards opened the car door for him and Svengallop tossed something the bodyguard did catched, until he got a phone call from his brother. Svengallop accepted the call, and Neighsay asked him:

"Did you enjoy the party?"

"Neighsay." Svengallop responded. A dog barked giving Neighsay a clue.

"Hmm. I can hear Winona barking, You must heading towards the door." Neighsay said.

"How did you..." Svengallop was all about to ask.

"Oh, right. Let me apologize in advance." said Neighsay. "I know that it's your favorite car.". Then suddenly, the car that Svengallop drove exploded completely, and the party guests, including Svengallop got shocked. There were screams from the guests, fire in the car, and a shocked expression in Svengallop's face.

"I didn't kill you out of respect for Apple Strudel..." Neighsay responded. "...And this will be the last time." Neighsay added. "I'm leaving Trottingham and will never come back." Neighsay insisted. "Do not look for me." Neighsay said, as he slowly drinks his drink in the airplane. "The next time you try to find me, the car will explode before you even get off." Neighsay said.

"Svengallop...I knew you didn't deserve to be the boss." Neighsay offended as he drops the call, and put his drink away. He was going back to his homeland, Canterlot. He takes out the SIM card of his phone and snapped it half, and puts it in his drink, and reads some sheets, which are the Lists of Business in Counter Plaza, and took out a brown envelope, and opened it. Inside were the pictures of the building. He looked at them one by one.

And it was said that the Counter Plaza will be demolished due to conglomerate's tyranny. In the window, he saw the structures of his place, Trottingham. When it was morning in Canterlot, a supply truck dropped by a location, with a pile of boxes. A stallion who was Sandbar was lifting the boxes into the ground until he saw a tall, dark orchid mare with a rose pink mohawk along her head, wearing a blue suit and a few jewelry like earrings, and was holding a cake that says "You Only Live Once". That mare was Tempest Shadow, a lawyer, and since she's energetic, she can be overreacting sometimes.

"Ta-da!" the mare chuckle as she lifts one of her back hooves and holds the cake. The stallion seemed to be annoyed after. "Get your blood sugar up with this." she says as she walks to the stallion and carries the cake. "I bought this from the most popular bakery in Canterlot." she said proudly

Sandbar slams the box to the pile of boxes he carried earlier. "I'm good. Please go." he denied.

The mare slams the cake into the box, and leans in the box pile and glares at him. "Eating this tasty snack in the middle of a long day is a form of happiness." she said.

"I'm happy enough already."

"Hmm." Tempest wondered as Sandbar pushes the cake and the pile of boxes towards her.

"Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" she exclaimed as the stallion pushes it as she smiled and laugh.

"You're happy?" she asked. "Didn't you sign up as a test object at a pharmaceutical to pay back your student loan?" she objected. "You didn't have any side effects, but you were the only one who blew the whistle. How can you be happy right now?"

"I can. I believe my action meant something." Sandbar said as Tempest gasped.

"You are fearless.!" she responded. "But...will you still be happy when Babel Pharmaceuticals sues you?"

"What?" Sandbar said.

"They're livid right now." she said. "They ordered us to destroy your life, Sandbar." she responded. The stallion didn't care but still listened to her. "No one really cares about what happens to you. Why? Because your sob story won't make anyone sad." she waves her hands in her face as if she's the one crying. "It's not sad at all." she said and the stallion was still looking at her.

"I'm the only one who actually cares about your life, Sandbar. It's just me, Tempest Shadow." she said. Tempest clicks her tongue and points at the cake topper. "Pull the cake topper."

Sandbar sighs and Tempest gets his hands and leads it to the cake topper as she hums Fur Elise in a funny manner. Sandbar pulls the cake topper and saw something.

"Oh." Tempest said. Sandbar kept pulling the topper and saw a lot of paper money taped together inside a plastic into a sash. When Tempest saw it, she exclaimed in a joyful manner.

"Ohh! Whoa! Wow!" she exclaimed. "How much is that!?" she squeaks.

A few hours later, Tempest looked at her watch and was waiting for Flam. She was carrying a brown envelope while looking around. Then, she saw a pony riding electric scooter, heading towards to where she was. He stopped and accidentally let his scooter fall. Tempest sighed as she saw this.

"My goodness. What a mess." Tempest said to herself and grumbles. The stallion, Flam stopped by and run towards her and quickly removes his helmet. Tempest grunts and tries to leave, but Flam was a fast runner.

"Sorry, Tempest." Flam said.

"Where are your manners?" Tempest said harshly. "If you were late, you should've taken a taxi."

"That's faster than a taxi. Besides, that's the city's trend!" Flam said.

"Just tell me why you're late!" Tempest said angrily.

"Lawyer Mosely Orange told me to make 1,200 copies out of the blue." he said.

"Intern Flam. Tell me what kind of creature I hate the most." Tempest said. Flam said and snaps his clicks his tongue.

"Robotic creatures." Flam answered.

"Right. Creatures who work their ass off like robots, but always fall short in the end." Tempest said harshly as she walks away, but Flam chased her to get her attention.

"I might be lacking, but aren't I a good intern??" Flam asked nervously. Tempest listened to him and stopped walking. "A lovely intern at that?"

"If you start wearing different ties, I'll think about whether to like you or not." Tempest said as she continues to walk away.

"Huh?" Flam expressed as he runs towards Tempest. "But Sleeve Jobs wore the same turtlenecks." Flam said.

"I prefer sophisticated men to stubborn men. Got it?" Tempest asked.

"Got it." Flam responded.

An hour later, they went to the courthouse for an announcement.

"The 13 clinical cases conducted in the United Skates proved the safety of Coisanic, the main ingredient of RDU-90. The clinical study shows that Coisanic is highly effective in the treatment of severe pain with minimal risks to safety. It has successfully completed all clinical trials in Prance, Maremany, and the Manerlands in 2019. Tempest stands up for a statement.

"Claiming the victims died from the side effects of the drug is still preposterous. The plaintiff is provoking the press with unproven evidence." Tempest said.

"The victims all passed away from cardiac infraction and had no prior conditions." A stallion said.

"One of them had arrhythmia. Another had pulmonary edema and another had low blood pressure." Tempest said.

"She extracted these conditions from the victims' old medical histories. The paramedics on the scene stated that they showed typical signs of an overdose."

"Paramedics aren't licensed doctors. They only stated the external symptoms."

"Your Honor, I have the recording-based statement from one of the test subjects." he said as a stallion fetch his copy to the judge. "Babel coerced to make a false statement to silence the others This statement clearly states--"

"Your Honor." Tempest asked the judge. "The test subject who made the statement turned himself in for perjury an hour ago." Tempest said, which made almost everyone in Tempest's side in the room chuckle. "I submit the interrogation report as evidence." Tempest said, as someone got it and fetch it to the judge. "After perjuring himself the witness planned to extort money from Babel Pharm through the plaintiff's counsel. But as he was conscience-stricken, he decided to turn himself in."

"Your Honor. It's a one sided statement. His perjury charge hasn't been established. The recording should be admissible to the court-"

"We will rule once the witness' perjury charge has been established." the stallion in front along with the judge said.

"The next hearing will be held a week today in this courtroom." the judge said, as the stallion looked at his daughter, Tempest Shadow.

"That is all."

Time passed, and Caballeron grumbled about his daughter's words to prove her correct in the subject. His daughter, Tempest Shadow, enters to where he was sitting.

"Give me a cigarette." Caballeron said.

"I quit two years ago." Tempest said.

"Just leave, then." he said.

"At least wash your hair when you come to court." Tempest offended.

"I don't need that from you. Just go." Caballeron said to his daughter as he tries to walk away.

"We could have just settled out of court! How could you start this mess when you weren't even sure you could win?!" Tempest angrily said. Caballeron turned to her angrily.

""Start this mess"?". That's no way to talk to your father-"

"I thought you disowned me." Tempest responded.

"Right." He responded. "No daughter of mine would buy off a witness like that."

"Do you find peace when you criticize your daughter?" Tempest asked.

"You and Babel deserve it." he said. "You guys are like mafias. How could you be so proud of destroying the powerless?" he sighed as he walks away from her and grabs his things.

"Dad." Tempest responded. "Can't you stop?" Tempest said as she was almost in tears. "Even if you don't treat me like your daughter, I still worry so much about you." Tempest sadly responded. "I worry that this might be taking a toll on you physically and emotionally." she continued. "Dad. If you stop, I'll help you. I'm embarrassed to say this, but now that I'm older, I realized that family comes first." Tempest said, but Caballeron didn't care and scoffed.

"Tempest."

"Yes, Dad..."

"Why don't you quit and start anew as an actor..." he said. Tempest stopped the sad drama and looked at him angrily. "...that way, you won't ruin other people's lives. Tempest gave a scowled face.

"You'll never beat me!" Tempest shouted angrily.

"We'll find out when it ends. Also, I've made up my mind. I am really going to disown you."

"How will you do that?" Tempest said.

"I'm sure I'll find out." he said. "Bye." he turned and leave.

Meanwhile, in the airport, Neighsay was out of the plane and was now in Canterlot. Some officers turned and saw the familiar face of Neighsay, and they ran towards him.

"Excuse me." the officer said. "I need to do an inspection." He takes out his phone and gets a copy of the Wanted poster. Its name was different and the face was not that similar to Neighsay's. "May I see your verification?" the officer commanded. As Neighsay sighed, he reached out inside his coat his passport and gave it to the officer, and the officer opened the passport.

There were some words that were written in Italian, which are: Republica Italiana Neighsay Cassano, and with his picture and personal information.

"Huh?" the officer said. Until he looked again, he was now aware about how the stallion was familiar. "Oh!" he chuckled. "Gosh. You're Canterlite Trottinghamian." he said as he chuckles. "I'm so sorry. Gosh, my bad. The wanted stallion is Canterlite, you see. Gosh, I'm sorry." he wanted to give it back but he saw how cool the name was.

"Oh, my. You have such a cool name! Neigh Say? Which Say clan are you from?" he said as he cackles and covers his mouth. As the officer was laughing, Neighsay looked at him seriously, like the officer got cringe.

"Give me back my passport." Neighsay said.

"Okay." the officer lend Neighsay back his passport, and Neighsay quickly walked away.

"Yes, Mr. Blueblood, I got here safely." he said in his phone call. "I see. See you there, then." he said "It will take about an hour and a half. Okay." he said as he drops the call.

"Come on. How can I cancel when I just got here?." a chauffeur said in his phone. He saw Neighsay and run towards him. "Excuse me. Are you looking for a taxi?"

"Yes."

"I drive a limousine. My appointment just got canceled , so I am available. Where are you headed?" the stallion asked.

"Counter, Canterlot."

"Really? Then, I promise to give you a comfortable ride." the chauffeur said.

"I'm good."

"I'm good too. Please get in. All right."

The chauffeur opens the car door, carries his suitcase and Neighsay gets in. "Gosh, you're so handsome." the chauffeur complimented as he sighs.

Time passed, and he was driving Neighsay to the Counter Plaza. Neighsay was looking at the car window. He gets a plastic bottle and opens it with his hands. He did successfully opened it and drank from it.

"Did you enjoy your trip?" the chauffeur asked. "Where did you go?"

"I'd prefer not to talk." Neighsay said.

"Okay, I apologize." the chauffeur chuckled. The chauffeur prssed a button to play light, upbeat, music. Neighsay sighed as he heard the music.

"Turn on the news instead." Neighsay said.

"Okay."

He presses the button to play the news on radio.

...was apprehended by the police. In several fishing areas, Canterlot Coast Guard...

"I must finish everything in a month. Then I'll leave for Manelta right away."

There have also been reports of crimes against foreigners arriving at our airport. According to police, they pretend to be taxi drivers at the airport offer drinks after spiking them with sleeping pills and steal their valuables. Especially...

"Gosh, these assholes. How could they when celebrities and the Wonderbolts worked so hard for our image? Scumbags like them are ruining our reputation." the chauffeur said. "Don't you agree?"

Based on the victim's statement about the stolen valuables...

"A month from now, I'll be..."

"...the police are investigating if there are any accomplices."

...drinking a cold beer on Horseshoe Bay."

With all those imaginations, Neighsay fell asleep, leaning in the car seat, shutting his eyes, and snoring.

"The in-flight meal must've been salty. He chugged the whole bottle." the chauffeur said as he chuckles and go along with a sinister laugh.

Meanwhile, in the chattering Equestrian Security Intelligence Service...

"Mr. Stygian. They caught Agent Biff when he was tailing them in Ponyville and cut his hand off."

"What? Where is he now? Could they reattach it? Damn it."

"Ma'am, ten minutes ago, we have Rosy Thorn of the Equestrian Gang stabbed himself with a bread knife in Sugarcube Corner when our agents surrounded him."

"What? With a bread knife?"

"Uh-huh."

"Gosh, that's really long. Call for a helicopter and move out."

"Okay."

"So what? Do you have the details?"

"How the hell did he get here?"

Time passed, in the Trottignhamian Organized Crime Response area, there was a stallion, who was Stygian, slouching in his chair, listening to classical music in his headphones, until he got a security clearance notification. He immediately took of his headphones and opens the notification and saw everything, and saw a profile of Neighsay Cassano, and it made the stallion gasp.

"He's...He's a consigliere to a mafia. He's in Canterlot?!"

He went to his boss, Starswirl for some discussion about Neighsay, and why was he here in Canterlot, and what is he here for. Starswirl was looking at Neighsay's profile while he watched Stygian walking back and forth.

"When he came to Canterlot five years ago, he was just an ordinary lawyer. But now, he's no longer a small fry. He's the key member of the mafia. He came back to Canterlot as a consigliere!" he said as he breathes in and exhales.

"Hey, Mr. Stygian. Why would they come all the way to Canterlot? To achieve what?" Starswirl asked.

"There's a lot here in Canterlot. We're a global target-"

"Then, perhaps, he just came here on a holiday to have marshmallows, daffodils, daisy sandwiches, and hay fries. We should welcome him!" Starswirl seriously exclaimed.

"Sir, this isn't something you should've take lightly. The consigliere is a mafia's-"

"What about it? What the heck is that supposed to be? It's like your trying to get scolded!" Starswirl said.

"We have to track him, sir! The Trottinghamian mafia are a heinous bunch!"

"Just let him be. Don't you dare launch some operation."

"But he's the consigliere-"

"Why you..."

Stygian didn't want to start an argument, so he turned around and opened the door, making his way out, and glared at Starswirl before he shut the door close.

In the elevator, Tempest and Flam went out and went pass the hallway with different creatures chatting.

"Ms. Tempest, I heard you scored a big one today." One stallion said to her.

"Congratulations, Ms. Tempest." a mare said to her.

"You are indeed my role model." the stallion said. She heard the stallion and the mare, and for that, she blew them a kiss. Tempest went inside a room, and there was a glass window stating "Attorney Tempest Shadow". Tempest sighed and thought about what she have done today.

"Yes, I did it again today." she says as she dances in a funny manner. waving her hands and her waist. "Go, Tempest Shadow, you're so cool, Tempest Shadow. I am so cool. Yes, yes, yes!" she got startled when someone knocked on her door.

"Tempest Shadow, Tempest, Tempest, Tempest Shadow." a stallion appeared, mocking and chanting her name in a fast manner, opening the door. "I should install blinds here. Everyone can see through." he said. Tempest smiled, and he said: "Come on, you should've take it easy on him. He's your dad!" he said as he clicks his tongue.

"He's not my dad. He's the counsel for the plaintiff." Tempest said. The stallion chuckles at Tempest's statement.

"Your dad still goes by his nickname the Tosa among the alumini." he said said.

"That's why he always takes things too far, not knowing when to stop. I'll end this in the next hearing." Tempest said as the stallion gently banged at the table.

"Yes. That's it." he said said, pointing at her. "A competent lawyer can end thing before things get out of hoof." Tempest banged at the table and turned around.

"I should've quashed this when he filled the petition. I'm sorry." Tempest responded.

"It's okay." the stallion laughed. "You should get off work early today and have some fun. Oh, right! Check your bank account. Surprise! It's a bonus." he said.

Tempest was about to make a scene. "You don't have to give me a bonus. You are already treating me well here." Tempest said as she put her hoof in her mouth and stared at him cutely.

"Hold on." the stallion said. "Gosh, I'm so touched. It's fine. Just take it and spend it all today!" he said. "Gosh, Tempest. Tempest, Tempest, Tempest Shadow." he mocked as he chanted her name. Tempest bowed her head very low as she got embarrassed. "I'm so moved. I'm serious." he said as he went out and closes the door.

Tempest stopped and fixed her hair. She check her bank account on her phone. "Did he deduct taxes again?" she said. Checking her bank, she saw her money was...

"Come on."

Meanwhile, Neighsay was still asleep, but was leaning in the car's side.

"His meals must've been salty."

"I didn't even ask him to drink it! He just drank it on his own!" the chauffeur said and Neighsay was surrounded with laughs.

"Hey, didn't I tell you? When I saw him in the airport, I knew he was loaded."

"Gosh, this is a designer, too."

"Wait, what's this?" a robber saw something from Neighsay's stuff. It was an envelope full of bits and paper money.

"This must be over 4000 bits!" the chauffeur said. They cheered as they held the money.

"Holy shit."

"Hey. Look at his watch." one robber got his hand, looking at his expensive wrist watch, and took it off from his hand.

"If this is authentic, it'll cost over 100 000 000 bits."

"Hey. It can't be a knockoff, right?" the chauffeur said. They then looked at the sleeping Neighsay.

"Gosh, no way."

"Right? Right."

"Look at his style." one robber said, looking at Neighsay's attire. "He'd never wear a fake watch."

"Hey."

"Look at this." the robber sniffed his neck. "He even smells good, too."

"Really?"

"Find his cologne, too."

Suddenly, Neighsay opened his eyes and heard their chatter. He woke up! He coughed for a second.

"You're up." one robber said. Neighsay looked up at the guys and coughed. He moved his eyes, gazing at the unknown strangers.

"Who are you guys?" he responded.

"Us?" the chauffeur of the gang said. "We are what you think we are."

Neighsay then looked at another robber in front of him. "Seriously?" they laughed. "Gosh, that sounded so cool." they fistbumped in a unique style. "I told you you were talented."

"Drop the beat."

Neighsay didn't know what they we're doing. Suddenly, the robber kicked his face, which caused him to pass out.

Time passed, and Neighsay was coughing after getting kicked. He was lying in the same place the situation happened. He kept coughing and looked everywhere. He grunted after coughing, and was still lying. He saw his hoof and saw 50 000 bits in his hands.

He quickly removed it and thrown it. He grunted so much. He got up and looked at his surroundings, and it was him alone. He kept grunting and face palmed for a minute. Then suddenly he noticed his watch was not in his hoof.

He yelled in anger in his hooves.

"I swear I'm going to catch you assholes and kill you! I swear to Celestia I will!" Neighsay yelled in Italian. "Stupid Canterlot. Stupid Canterlot!" he yelled once more in Italian. There was dog barking at him, and Neighsay commanded him to silence. "Be quiet!" he yelled at the dog, and again, in Italian. "I told you to be quiet!" he yelled once more at the barking dog.

"Shit. Damn it." he watched the dog as he tried to walk away, but the dog kept barking at him. "Shut up!" he yelled again in Italian, and exhaled sharply. He took the 50 000 bits from the dirt in anger with the dog still barking. "Shut up!." he walked away furiously. "Damn it!" he shouted.

Time passed, and Neighsay was holding the 50 000 bits in his hands and began to crumple it in his hands and throw it. "Damn Canterlot! Damn it! Damn you, Canterlot!" he yelled in Italian. There were ponies and other creatures looking at him. When they knew how crazy angry he was, they walked away immediately in awkwardness. "You're dead! Damn it!" he kept yelling.

He sat down to chill himself out, but immediately stood up. "Damn it!" he said out loud in Italian

Time passed, and he was in the bus, looking at the window. Seems like he calmed down already.

"Look over there." someone said. "He seems like a nice pony now that I can get a closer look."

"He's so handsome."

"He is."

"He seems nice."

"Yes."

"She only likes handsome guys."

"Seriously?"

"Gosh."

One pony went closer to him to take a look at him. "Here. Like this. Go ahead." he said. Neighsay insisted to take it.

"It looks like he was beat up."

"Really?"

"He sure is handsome."

"That's all you care about."

He looked in the window and saw the bruise in where he got kicked. He took the towel that the stallion gave him and wiped his bruise and a bit of dirt in his cheek. While the bus was driving off, Neighsay looked at the windows, looking over the night horizon in the bridge. Time passed, and Neighsay finally arrived in a building. He stand there in front, facing the building, from bottom to top.

"My goal is...tearing down this building."

5 years ago in the Trottingham Cassano Family Study...

"What do you need advice with?" Neighsay, asked as he fiddles the expensive lighter.

"My friend, Apple Strudel told me that you knew a safe way to hide my gold." a Fillypino stallion said in Tagalog.

"He said his old friend, Fabio, told him that you would tell him how to safely hide his gold." Blueblood translated. Neighsay nodded at his statement.

"I want to hide my gold in Canterlot, not Fillypines." the stallion said in Tagalog. "And it must be kept safe to the point that no one can steal it." he said once again in Tagalog.

"He wants to hide it in Korea. And he wants it to be safe to the point that no one can steal it." Blueblood told. Neighsay nodded once more and opened his lighter.

"There is a method our family uses which has been passed down for 50 years. Buy an old building in Canterlot, buy the building under my friend, Mr. Blueblood's name so you don't raise any suspicions. Then make one of the lots look like either like a shop or a company, and hire technicians to create a secret room in the basement to store your gold. To avoid getting caught, transport the gold little by little. To open the secret room, the biometric system that recognizes only you should be utilized. It must only recognize you. Not even your family or friends. But there's more. That secret room...comes with a special feature."

Present...

Neighsay looked up at the Counter Plaza until somepony caught him.

"Sir." Somepony said. Neighsay turned around and saw Blueblood.

"Mr. Blueblood, have you been well?" Neighsay asked.

"Yes." They both shook hands. "What on Equestria happened to you?" Blueblood saw his crappy tie.

"It's nothing." Neighsay lied.

A stallion named Cheese Sandwich, saw Neighsay and Blueblood, and he hid behind some walls, and spy on them.

"What about my residence?" Neighsay asked.

"I heard you were coming, so I had it cleaned. And I also put away your items and clothes from Trottingham. Let's get going now." Blueblood said.

"Okay." They both walked towards where Cheese Sandwich was hiding, and he was still spying on them. "How are things going?"

"As you read it in the file, the Development Opposition Committee has been formed. I already told them that I wouldn't sell off the building, but they won't believe me."

Cheese Sandwich rolled to the other wall and kept spying on them.

"Oh, right. Babel E&C bought all the shops all around the plaza." Blueblood mentioned. Cheese Sandwich looked at him in suspicion.

"Any other pressure from Babel E&C?" Neighsay asked.

"Nothing, other than the team leader of Investment and Development coming here daily to make an offer." Blueblood mentioned. Cheese Sandwich bite off his treat from his stick and continued to follow them.

As they arrived, Neighsay heard a crying foal, but continued to look at his surroundings. Blueblood led him to Neighsay's door and he unlocked the door. Neighsay looked down from above his place while Blueblood opens the door. The door creaks as Blueblood opens it and he enters the dark room. Neighsay noticed something feeling sticky in the wall of the balcony he was leaning in. He pulled his hoof and noticed bird shit.

Neighsay looked at it with a slight upset face.

"Sir." Blueblood called him. Blueblood noticed some bird poop in Neighsay's hoof. "Uh...the bathroom."

"Damn it." Neighsay said. Neighsay entered his dark room with Blueblood in his back. Blueblood saw the bird poop in the part where Neighsay was leaning earlier and left for the room and closed the door. They went inside the dark room, and Blueblood tries to find the light switch. He found it and clicked it, revealing Neighsay's area and bed.

"I already set up the bed and blankets to you and I will schedule a meeting with the tenants tomorrow." Blueblood said. Neighsay nodded with his doing.

"Okay. Sure." Neighsay said.

"Once this project is done, are you interested in staying in Canterlot?" Blueblood asked. Neighsay stopped looking around his room and turned to Blueblood from the question.

"No." Neighsay said. Blueblood nodded at his answer.

"I see. I put your new cell phone, cash, and the things you asked for in the bedroom." Blueblood said.

Neighsay nodded. "Okay." Suddenly, he heard a weird noise in his ceiling. "What's that?" he asked.

"Oh, the previous tenants put them up." Blueblood said as he pointed at the ceiling. "Should I get them off?"

"That's fine. I won't be here long." Neighsay said as he walks away.

"Gosh, that's a lot." Blueblood said, looking up at the ceiling. There were many bird pecks in the ceiling, as if a bird was stuck in there or a bird entered Neighsay's room and pecked on the ceiling.

Meanwhile in the Lawist Law Firm...

"Really?" Caballeron asked.

"Yes." Cheese Sandwich answered. "I definitely saw a stallion with the building owner at the entrance. So I followed them. But it looks like he even rented out housing unit upstairs from us."

"A housing unit?" Caballeron questioned.

"Yes." Cheese Sandwich answered.

"When you saw him, what's the vibe you got from him?" Grubber asked. Cheese Sandwich took some time to think. He places a BBQ stick between his teeth while thinking for a valid answer.

"He kind of gave me an eerie vibe." Cheese Sandwich answered. "What was that movie called?" Cheese kept thinking. "He looked like a handsome movie villain."

Grubber sighed at his answer. "Did you know...? Handsome villains are scarier and more brutal."

Cheese Sandwich sighed next. "That must be why creatures are scared of me. Goodness."

"Creatures aren't scared of you, Mr. Cheese." Caballeron answered. Grubber nodded at Caballeron's statement. Cheese turned to Grubber next.

"Should I go scare him and get some information? Like who he is and why he's here?" Cheese asked. "Mr. Grubber, come closer. Come."

Grubber did get close to him, then suddenly, Cheese wringed his neck. "I'll grab his throat and twist it to the side. Then, he'll start talking. Name?" Cheese asked.

"Gruuuubbeeeeeeer." he said with pain.

"Where are you from?"

"Poooonyviiiiille." he said with pain again.

"Favorite food?"

"Spoooooongecaaaaaaaaake."

"Let go of his throat now." Caballeron said.

"Okay. Okay, you're good." Cheese let go of Grubber's throat.

"Tell the rest of the tenants. Hurry." Caballeron said.

"Okay."

Meanwhile in an elevator, Neighsay and Blueblood went out.

"Most of the existing tenants moved out." Blueblood said. "We have some tenants left in the third floor."

"Why is that?" Neighsay asked.

"The lawyer in the Opposition Committee is on the third floor. So that must have played a part in this." Blueblood spoke. Neighsay nodded at Blueblood's answer. He then looked around at the messy place, lights flickering, and Blueblood in his side. Neighsay looked at Blueblood, and Blueblood chuckled, letting him go with him in the hall way. In the hallway, with water dripping from the ceiling, lights flickering, and with the hallway messy, they saw a mare playing a piano, in a foal's classroom.

She then looked at them both, with her hair blocking almost every part of her face. Blueblood got startled as the mare faced them. Neighsay continued to look at the mare, playing the piano gracefully.

"The tenants in this building are very cautious of me." Blueblood said.

"This is interesting." Neighsay said.

Then in the dry cleaning area, Neighsay and Blueblood saw a stallion washing some dirty items. Blueblood waved at the stallion, but the stallion responded with an angry pout. Neighsay looked at him very well, and the stallion still has that face again.

"Well..." Neighsay chuckled.

"Gosh." Blueblood chuckled along. The stallion saw their expression, looking a bit furious at them, raising his dry cleaner.

Then in a restaurant, they saw a stallion dancing at Italian music.

"This is an Italian restaurant." Neighsay said.

"Yes." Blueblood responded. Neighsay smiled as he looked at the details of the resturant. Then they saw the stallion, trying to chop a raw chicken in half. The stallion looked at him with his eyebrow raised, and a serious face.

"Well...this is the usual routine." Blueblood told Neighsay. The chef looked at them, moving his knife in the neck, telling them he will slice their necks.

They proceeded to the next area of the tenants, and Blueblood led him in a dance place.

"This is a dance studio." Blueblood said. Neighsay looked at the weird position of a stallion.

"What's wrong with him? Is he sick?" Neighsay asked. The stallion then went in front of the closed door, acting like a zombie, which then scared Blueblood.

"He's definitely sick." Neighsay said.

"Don't eat it, then." a mare said from a distance.

"Give me that." a stallion said.

"You're basically telling me my food is awful!"

"It's just fishy."

Neighsay looked through the window, and saw a fighting duo.

"Your good looks won't save your ass."

"I'm dirt poor and have no connections! That's everything I've got!"

The mare pushed the stallion against an object, which made Blueblood gasp. They kept on wrestling in the room without stopping.

"Stop it!" the mare yelled. Her husband, Cheese Sandwich were fighting so hard, and the two stallions kept watching them.

"I tap it."

"What are you looking at?" the mare asked Neighsay. Neighsay bowed down his head and looked at Blueblood.

"I like fishy food!" Cheese said. There were crashing sounds in their area and Neighsay and Blueblood decided to leave the fighting couple. Neighsay passed by a snack bar and a stallion shocked him.

"Save me!" a stallion opened the door. Neighsay leaned at the window after getting shocked.

"My goodness." Neighsay said.

"You brat! How could you get 18 points on your Spanish test? Seriously?" the stallion's mother said. "Why you..." Neighsay saw everything she said to her son, and turned around to the actual argument. Blueblood so the whole thing, leaving him shocked at the stallion.

"I did my best."

"Are you a foreigner? Are you not from here?! Are you from the States?!" his mother asked. "Oh my, Celestia. Get your guard up. Do it, you brat." she said as she wanted to wrestle him. "Keep your guard up, you punk." Neighsay walked up and watched their argument. She started to pull his hair up and wrestle him. They kept wrestling until they saw Neighsay and Blueblood.

Blueblood waved at them in awkwardness.

"Please save me. She's going to kill me." the stallion cried.

"You don't deserve to be saved." his mother continued to wrestle him up. Neighsay sighed and slightly smiled.

"Mom, it really hurts." the stallion said. "Mom."

'You're a disgrace to this town." his mother said. Neighsay kept laughing quietly, looking at the two ponies and remove his coat and his suit remains. "I didn't gave birth to an idiot.

"They must be insane."

"Yes. This is supposed to hurt!"

"What?" Blueblood said.

"You punk."

"Mom. Come on!"

Neighsay left immediately with Blueblood still on his back. Blueblood looked at them and he followed Neighsay.

'You brat."

Neighsay went to the Lawist Law Firm. Once Neighsay and Blueblood reached the area, Neighsay leaned at the wall and took a few deep breaths. He looked at the details of the place in a quick speed.

"Well..." Neighsay said. "Let's go to the basement where the secret room is." he said as he patted Blueblood's shoulder.

"The business that used to be here went under, so I picked a more stable tenant." Blueblood said.

"Are you sure about that?" Neighsay asked.

"They are well-mannered." Blueblood said.

Then Blueblood led Neighsay in the Canterlot Temple. It was a small but respective place. They both looked up at the sign that states "Canterlot Temple".

"So, the tenants..." Neighsay said.

"It's a temple." Blueblood whisphered. Neighsay looked up in the sign again. He sighed, and saw a changeling in the place. Both the stallions looked closer at the changeling. Neighsay looked closer as the changeling was meditating.

"That monk it sitting on...15 tons of gold.

Like mentioned, there was a utilized biometric system in order to unlock the basement with a lot of gold. There were gold bricks and statues around the room. Neighsay slightly smiled at the changeling monk, and there might be a slight idea he will use. Then suddenly, another changeling monk jumped behind the door and it surprised Blueblood, causing him to leap in terror. The changeling monk looked at Neighsay, who turned around to the startled Blueblood.

The monk opened the door and look slightly at the stallions.

"You are the owner of the building." the changeling monk said to Blueblood, and the monk looked at Neighsay.

"Yes. Hello, sir." Blueblood greeted him.

"Hello." the monk greeted back. "I have joined the Development Opposition Committee. I plan to protect our temple." the changeling said. The stallions turned around, hearing the other monk chanting in presence of the Buddha.

"All right. He felt a strong presence of Buddha from beneath the temple." the monk said. "He's been fasting."

""From beneath"?" Neighsay asked.

"No." Blueblood responded.

"What about it?" Neighsay asked.

"He's fasting." the monk said.

"Yes." Blueblood agreed. "He's just fasting. He's not eating." Blueblood turned to Neighsay. Neighsay turned to the monk facing him and looked back at the other inside the temple.

"I don't know who you are, but you should clean your outfit before you clean out your mind." the changeling monk said. Blueblood then turned to Neighsay as the monk went back inside, and scoffed quietly. Neighsay looked at his attire and then inside his suit coat.

"Gosh." Blueblood said as Neighsay patted his shoulder as he left with the other stallion following him. Some time later, Neighsay removed his suit coat, changed into a new attire, and went to the dry cleaners area, the area where went before the other tenants. He saw the same stallion in the area, and decided to go in. The stallion heard Neighsay opened the door, and Neighsay looked at his progress. Neighsay sighed after.

"I want to get these dry cleaned." Neighsay said politely, holding his suit coat, as he closes the door. The dry cleaner sighed, and stand up, and took a look at Neighsay's suit. "This is a very rare suit you can't find in Canterlot. The material is different, too." he added.

The stallion dry cleaner looked at the inside of his coat, with a rare brand. "It's a vintage brand label!" the stallion said.

Neighsay chuckled. "No, you're not getting it. It's custom tailored in Trottingham by Testicoli-."

"As in "Testicles"?" the stallion said, as he looked at Neighsay's attire. "Stop lying. Everyone says their suit is expensive when they come here." he said.

"I'm serious. This was a limited edition of Testicoli's fall line." Neighsay said.

"What nasty name is "Testicles"? the stallion said, almost seething with anger. "I can tell this is cheap." he said. Neighsay looked up and sighed.

"I'm from unit 606. I want them by tomorrow." Neighsay said.

"You should've come yesterday! I can't finish them by tomorrow!" the stallion yelled. Neighsay looked around and sighed. When he turned around to the window, there were tenants watching him, but he didn't get that much shockness. Neighsay looked at the tenants, and three more guys along with them. Neighsay found it suspicious, and opened the door outside.

When he was walking to Caballeron, who was with the group, the tenants kept watching him.

"I heard you came with the building owner." Caballeron said.

"Yes." Neighsay answered.

"Nice to meet you." Caballeron said. "I'm the CEO and the senior lawyer of Lawist Law Firm and the chairman of the Development Opposition Committee. I'm Lawyer Caballeron."

Neighsay took a look in the piece of paper Caballeron gave him, stating Caballeron's name and affiliation.

"I see." Neighsay said, looking up at Caballeron. "Nice to meet you." he smiled. "I'm Lawyer Neighsay Cassano."

"What?" one of the tenants said.

"Is "Cassano" his last name?"

Neighsay and Caballeron both shook hooves while Neighsay turned around at the tenants.

"Right."

"Is he Italian?"

"He might be."

"What did he say?"

Neighsay kept watching at the confused tenants. He sighed with a smile on his face, and turned around to them.

"I don't know. What was that?"

"Just treat my name as an English name." Neighsay said. "Neighsay Cassano." he repeated his name.

"It was Casanova. Casanova."

"That was English."

"Neighsay Casanova?"

"Right."

"You must not be licensed to practice law here." Caballeron said.

"No. I'm from Trottingham." Neighsay said. One of the tenants, the mother of the son who failed his Spanish. subject, slapped the stomach of the chef.

"Mr. Joe, you've been to Trottingham."

"Yes, that's right"

"Right?"

"He studied to be a chef in Milan, Italy." one of the tenants said.

"Then, you two must have a lot to..." Grubber suddenly stopped when the two stallions stared at him. "...talk about!"

"We'll talk when an occasion organically arises. We'll talk then." Mr. Joe said.

"On what Milan did you stay?" Neighsay asked him.

"Well, I was in Milan, Italy!" Mr. Joe said. "I stayed in the heart of Milan."

"Uffizi?" Neighsay asked.

"Uffizi." Mr. Joe said, agreeing to his answer, pointing at him slightly while smirking, then chef kissed. Neighsay smiled at him and nodded at him.

"Nice to meet you." Neighsay said, shaking hooves with Mr. Joe. "I'll stop by later." Mr. Joe nervously smiled, and agreed in Italian.

"Yes." he answered in Italian. The tenants almost cheered, and Neighsay nodded.

"I guess he understood it. What did he say?"

"If you're licensed in Trottingham, you can't practice law here other than give advice." Caballeron said. Neighsay turned to him at his statement.

"That's correct. I'm not here to practice law here, anyways." Neighsay said politely. "I simply came to offer some advice."

"Is that so?" Caballeron said. "The owner told us he wouldn't sell the building. But we don't trust him." he added.

"We're different, Mr. Caballeron." Neighsay said as he smiles.

"Don't say stuff like that." one of the tenants said. "Who would turn down a big payout from a conglomerate?" the snack bar owner said.

'We will tell you the details at the meeting tomorrow afternoon." Neighsay said, he nodded as he turned to leave. Caballeron watched him from behind but didn't follow him.

"Neighsay Cassano." he whispered.

Meanwhile, Neighsay was in his bathroom, taking a bath, and he would make some whistles while bathing. He tried to turn on the water, but nothing came out.

"What's wrong with the water?" he said. He tried to open his eyes even though some soap was covering face. He banged his hand at the wall where the shower was. He tried different methods, but didn't attempt to work. "Damn it." he said, wiping of soap covering his eye.

He tried to opened the faucet again, and finally functioned properly again. "Good." he said, as he continued to bathe. The water was not exactly functioning properly. It would go weak and strong every second. "Damn it. There's no hot water? Damn it." he turned on the switch that changes the temperature of the water.

He turned it to a warm temperature. "There it is." he continued. As the water got to his neck he got shocked about the hot water. "It's hot!" he jumped back from the shower. The water kept getting weak and strong every second as Neighsay watches it.

"Are you kidding me?". The shower head moved like a chicken, and Neighsay copied its move like he was a chicken himself. He tried to get in the hot shower. "What's wrong with the hot water?" he said. "Look at me." he said to the non-living thingamajig shower, and fixed its shower head. "It's so hot." he said, rushing to take a bath.

"So hot! Hot!"

He was done taking a shower, dried his hair, and went straight to the bed. He sighed, the suddenly saw the glowing-in-the-dark stickers placed in his ceiling, like a child once lived in his unit before him. He tucked himself in a blanket and rest his head in the small but comfy pillows. He gently closed his eyes, and snuggled himself in the blanket. Suddenly, there was a pigeon, making sounds in his closed window.

It kept flapping its wings as it makes a loud sound. Neighsay couldn't sleep from the noise, and tried to cover himself in his blanket, but the bird kept making loud flapping sounds, and maybe might have Neighsay annoyed.

"Come on!" he said, as he uncovers himself from the blanket. He opened the curtain and saw the black, delicate pigeon. He sighed after seeing it. He knocked on the window to get rid of the bird, but it just stayed there. He knocked one more time, but still the pigeon wouldn't leave.

It would make cute, bird tweeting sounds from outside. He sighed one more time, and decided to open the window. He got his phone, and used it to shoo away the bird. The bird just stayed in the window, but got away from his phone. "Gosh." he said.

He tried to shew it one more time with his phone, and the bird just walked away to the corner of the window. He didn't saw the pigeon, and finally closed the door, and curtains. Then the pigeon moved back from its place before Neighsay showed up. Meanwhile, unable to sleep, Neighsay was in his desk, holding some necessary files and papers in his hands. He looked over the pages and saw a piece of paper that states "Canterlot Women's Correctional Institution." He thought of one flashback before.

One flashback that was...

--

"Defense, make your argument."

"The defense rests."

"Prosecution, question the defendant."

"Defendant Cloudy Quartz was often criticized by chairman Filthy Rich as his family for her improper behaviors as a housekeeper. On the day of the incident, when he said she she didn't do her job properly, she was livid and assaulted him which led to his death."

"The defense rests."

"Your Honor, Defendant Cloudy Quartz had abandoned her own child in the past. I'm submitting her affidavit of voluntary relinquishment of parental rights to an orphanage in Canterlot."

While discussing, Neighsay looked up at his biological mother, who was the defendant of the conflict. One member of the prosecution branch submitted her affidavit to the members in front.

"As she is a coldblooded mother who even abandoned her own child, it's highly likely that she does not value other people's lives. This proves the validity--"

"That's irrelevant to this case." the defendant said. "You're my lawyer. Say something. I was sexually harassed. His whole family is lying!"

"Don't say anything. This will work against you."

The defendant stood up. "Chairman Filthy Rich sexually harassed his previous housekeepers. He harassed every mare that came to work for him."

"Defendant. If you speak without permission again, you will be escorted out."

For that, she went back to sitting down. "Suit yourselves. You've already made your ruling."

--

Neighsay stopped thinking about the flashback. He read a paper stated that Caballeron of the Canterlot Law Firm was appointed as the new lawyer. He also saw that the retrial was refused by the inmate. He got his wallet after the files. He took something out of his wallet, which was the card Caballeron gave him.

He believed Caballeron has something to do with the trial years ago.

The next day, there was mare dancing in front of the TV while hearing the news.

"The statement given by the test subject who blew the whistle on the risk's of Babel Pharm's trials turned out to be false which deeply impacted the lawsuit. Caramel had been a participant of the clinical trial of RDU-90, a new drug developed by Babel Pharmaceuticals."

"Hey, look at that mare." a stallion said.

"He planned to extort money from the company."

"Is she mad?" another stallion said, while one of them laughed.

"...His intention..."

"Does she think she's Songbird Serenade?" the stallion said.

"...was exposed at the hearing."

The stallion chuckled while the other got his phone and took a video. "Goodness, look at her swinging her hip." he said.

"Their new drug, RDU-90, shows..."

"Does she not have a washing machine?" the stallion said. "Why is she dancing here?"

"This is a therapeutic place for me. So what?" the mare responded.

"...the market is expected to face some heat."

"I heard everything, you punks." the mare said as she turned to them, while dancing. "How dare you sexually harassed a mare in a public place?" she said. "Do you want the Ministry of Justice to lock you up? You rascals."

The stallions found themselves in loss of words. They looked at each other in confusion.

"Give me that." the mare said. "Give me your phone now!"

The stallion took at his phone and the mare harshly grabbed it in her hands.

"My gosh. Look at this. What..." she said. "I should smack you. Should I send you to prison for this? What's wrong with a little dancing, you punks?"

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry."

She heard the washing machine beeping and approach to it. Before that she turned back at the stallions. "You stay here." She said as she gave back the phone. She saw the stallions trying to leave, but that could not escape her eagle eyes. "Sit down. I'm not done with you yet. I have one more bag of blankets to wash." she said, as she approaches to the washing machine and opened it.

She grabbed blankets and put them inside.

Meanwhile, in Counter Plaza, Joe was singing happily as he was in the Italian restaurant. He was sweeping the floors in joy.

"♪You're my sun.
How beautiful you are.♪"

"You are beautiful." he said as he looked at his reflection in the vending machine. "You're so handsome."

"♪I love...AAAHH!" He got startled when he suddenly saw Neighsay was already in one of the seats. I wonder how did he not notice him. He quickly put away his dustpan and broom and quickly approached to him. Neighsay was holding the menu in his hooves that were found on the table. Joe gave him a bottle of water with a bit of sliced lemon inside.

"You're welcome." Joe said.

'What is your best dish?" Neighsay asked him while he was still holding the menu.

"Well, that would be my porcini dish." Joe said. "It's truffle porcini spaghetti."

"Everything on your menu sounds delicous." he complimented in Italian. "I'll have that."

"What?" Joe said. Neighsay nodded that he wanted the porcini dish. "Sì." Joe said. After cooking, he lend the dish to Neighsay. Neighsay rubbed his hands and gazed at the food in his plate.

"Ohhh." Neighsay smiled. Joe added some small servings beside him. Neighsay took a deep breath at his food. He looked up at Joe and smiled once more. They both chuckled, but to Joe, nervously did.

Neighsay grabbed a fork, and get strands of the noodles in his fork. He got some of them slowly got it into his mouth. He chewed slowly, enjoying the taste of the noodles. "Hmmm." he said. Joe immediately smiled after he heard Neighsay's tone.

Joe chuckled as Neighsay smiled cutely at him. Neighsay suddenly got disgusted and look off some noodles from his mouth. Joe's smile descended from his face. Neighsay grunted after, but suddenly chuckled.

"It tastes like you took this out from a trash can." he bluntly said. "But I'm glad...you removed the maggots." He threw the napkin straight to the floor beside Joe. Joe quickly got the napkin. "So you studied in Uffizi, Milan?" Neighsay said, sipping the lemonade.

"Yes, in Uffizi." Joe said nervously. Neighsay nodded after hearing this.

"I see. But Uffizi is in Florence, not Milan." he said.

"What?" Joe said. Neighsay smiled, and Joe was getting nervous. "I..." Joe said nervously as Neighsay chuckled. Neighsay got his wallet and gave him money.

"A con artist." Neighsay said, slamming the money into his table. Joe was already weeping after Neighsay's reaction to the food. Neighsay quickly left with only Joe in the restaurant. "He learned to cook at Uffizi Gallery?"

"Excuse me. I..." Joe said. "Come again." Joe said sadly.

Meanwhile in the Canterlot Women's Correctional Institution, Neighsay dropped off from the car and took a look at the place. He saw a mare come out from the place with a couple running up to her.

"You're out." the mare said.

Neighsay looked down and took a deep breath. He wanted to turn around and leave, the suddenly, another car that was near Neighsay's, came out a busy Caballeron. The car left as soon as he got off. He went inside and wanted to talk to one of the prisoners in the place. The prisoner he went to see was the defendant years ago, Neighsay's biological mother.

Cloudy Quarts sighed, looking at Caballeron.

"The look on your face tells me you're losing again." she said. Caballeron smiled as he heard her.

"Did you become a psychic? How can you tell?" he said, smiling. Cloudy Quarts chuckled at him.

"It's been five years since I first met you." she said. "I can tell by just looking at you." she said as she smiles.

"Has it been that long?" he asked. "You're being treated, right?" he asked. Cloudy Quartz nodded.

"Thanks to you." she said. "To be less of a burden to you, I should die soon." she said.

"Gosh. Come on. Don't say stuff like that." he said. "Hearing that drains my energy." he said as Cloudy Quartz chuckled and exhaled. "You don't have to visit me every month now." she said. "Creatures might think that you're my secret husband." she said.

"You can tell them That I am." Caballeron said. "It will be nice for Tempest to have a mom."

"Gosh. Goodness." Cloudy Quartz blushed. They both chuckled.

"Anyway, Ms. Quartz, for one last time--"

"Don't even bring up the retrial." she said. Caballeron's smile descended from his face. "I really don't need it. Just leave me be. I've done a lot of bad things in life." she said. Saying this, Caballeron looked down in disappointment.

Meanwhile, outside of Counter Plaza, Blueblood was standing, holding a suitcase in his aura. Then Neighsay appeared in one of the paths. Blueblood saw him as he went by.

"Did you have a nice trip?" Blueblood asked.

"Yes." Neighsay said.

"The team leader of Babel's Investment and Development is on his way." Blueblood said.

'I'll go and meet him." Neighsay said. "Where should we meet?"

"There's a cafe across the street." Blueblood pointed out with his hoof.

"How about my office?" a stallion said. Both Neighsay and Blueblood turned to the stallion, and saw Caballeron. "It concerns our plaza. Would it be better to do it in my office?" Caballeron asked. Neighsay took time to think and turned to Blueblood. They both nodded at Caballeron's suggestion afterwards.

Meanwhile in the office...

"How many times must I repeat myself?" Neighsay said. 'My client will demolish the building and build a new one. and the previous tenants will have their lots back."

The stallion in front of him chuckled, then somepony lend them some drinks.

"Thank you." the stallion said. "All right." the stallion took down some notes. "This is our last offer." he said as he slams his ballpen into the table. "It's a much better offer from two days ago. It's the best we can do." he exhaled.

Neighsay looked at him after. Then Grubber spied on what they were doing. The team leader quickly gave them the complete offer. He tried to put the paper in front of Neighsay's face, but it felt like Neighsay's head was in the clouds. He then pointed it to Blueblood's face, but Blueblood turned his face into his shoulder.

The team leader chuckled and placed it back at the table.

"Do you not understand me?" Neighsay said.

"I hear you just fine." the team leader said. "You know what?" he said. "I wanted to wrap things up nicely." he said as he slams his hoof in the table. Grubber and Caballeron clearly saw it. "If you keep this up, things will get ugly." he said.

Neighsay just stared at him like nothing was wrong. "I'm here on behalf the Babel E&C. If you keep rejecting our offer, you'll regret it later." Neighsay looked down from the stallion.

"Are you threatening me?" Neighsay said.

"Just a little?" the team leader said. Blueblood looked at the team leader.

"Don't ever threaten me again." Neighsay said. "It's my first and last advice to you."

Meanwhile, the tenants went to Counter Plaza's dance studio.

"What?" the mother said. "No one's here yet?"

"No." the dance adviser said.

"Did you eat?"

"Hey."

"Gosh."

They removed their hoofwear and went to the center of the studio.

"Hey, do you have more?"

"Gosh what?"

One tenants accidentally went to the near center with his hoofwear on.

"Mr. Joe, take of your shoes when you come in!" the dance adviser said.

"Sorry about that. Are you upset?" Joe said.

"You always forget that."

"Sorry."

"Mr. Cheese, do you have a wet rag attached to your hooves?" the dance adviser said. "Either wash your hooves or put on some socks."

"Sorry!" Cheese yelled. "My sweat glands are clustered at the bottom of my hooves." he said as he patted the dance adviser's shoulder. "It's an illness."

"Come on!" the dance adviser said. "Everyone, don't touch the glass when you open the door. Do you know how hard it is to wipe this? There's a handle here!" he said. Suddenly, he heard the mother sneezing in front of the mirror in the walls. The dance adviser laughed. "Gosh, my mirror." he said.

"Sorry." she said politely, and the dance adviser doesn't seem to be mad at her.

"I closed the curtains for a reason." he said.

Suddenly, the three stallions, Blueblood, Caballeron, and Neighsay entered the dance studio.

"All right. Is everyone here?" Caballeron asked. He slammed the door, not knowing Grubber was gonna come in. Grubber slightly bumped into the door after Caballeron slammed it. Neighsay saw he was in a platform. He slightly stomped his hoof against it, and it made the dance adviser annoyed.

Caballeron saw the adviser and looked like he was asking why he was upset. The dancer was about to crack up after this.

"As tenants, we want your promise." Caballeron said.

"That's why we plan to draw up on agreement by tomorrow. And you can sign it by the end of this week." Neighsay said.

"I know what you said yesterday, but are you really a lawyer in Trottingham?" one tenant said. Neighsay and Blueblood turned to each other and chucked.

"Yes." Neighsay said. The tenant nodded at his response.

"Then how will you handle it when you don't know our law?" the dry cleaner said.

"I don't think my legal qualification matters here." Neighsay said. "Our promise to you and your signatures do."

"I will guarantee that you will have your lots back once I rebuild this place." Blueblood said.

"You promise, right?" one of the tenants said. Neighsay smiled.

"We never lie." Neighsay said.

"What do you think?" Cheese Sandwich said to the other tenants.

"Well, they seem very genuine. Why don't we trust them?" the monk said.

"I'm also going to trust you, Mr. Neighsay Cassanova." the piano player said sweetly.

"Yes. Me, too, Mr. Cassanova." one tenant said. Cheese looked up at them and stood up.

"Let me inform you in advance." Cheese said. He leaped into one bar and slammed his knee. "I know martial arts." he said. Caballeron seemed to be somewhat annoyed. "If you are deceiving us, I'm going to put you in in a guillotine choke for six days straight." he said, as he tries to carry the bar.

Neighsay then quietly chuckled.

"Don't do stuff like that! No one cares! You're embarrassing and so tacky!" one of the tenants said.

"Let's sum it up." Caballeron said. "Who agrees to trust them?" Caballeron raised his hand. Then Joe, then the piano player, then Cheese's wife, then Cheese himself, then one of the monks raised their hands.

"My gosh. That annoying Neighsay. this doesn't feel right." the dry cleaner whispered. "We have no choice." he said, as he raises his hand.

"Right. Damn it." the mother said. "This is driving me crazy. Darn it." she said. She then raised her hand along with the other tenant.

"Let's give him the benefit of the doubt and go with the flow." the dry cleaner said.

"Merciful Buddha." the monk said. Caballeron looked at him. Since all the tenants agreed, they have made the decision. After the meeting, Neighsay went out of the dance studio and suddenly stopped by with Caballeron.

"Mr. Caballeron." Neighsay called.

"The tenants have nothing but your word to go on." Caballeron said. "But I find this unfortunate because it looks like you're toying us." Neighsay chuckled at this statement.

"Is it that hard for you to trust me?" Neighsay said.

"I pretended to trust you earlier to assure the other tenants." he said as he turned to Neighsay. "But I never trust anyone like you."

Neighsay exhaled after. He looked in the window and thought about what he had said. "I am a lawyer, and so are you." he said.

"But we clearly have different jobs." Caballeron said. "You represent money, but I represent ponies and creatures.". This statement caused Neighsay to smile. Neighsay then turned to him.

"I also represent ponies and creatures." Neighsay said.

"Oh, yes." Caballeron said. "Rich ponies and creatures.". This then made Neighsay laugh a bit. "I know Babel E&C will buy this building so I prepared myself for everything. So don't pretend to be a mediator in front of me. Just proceed with your plan." he said. Neighsay the smiled as always, and Caballeron smiled back. Caballeron then left, leaving Neighsay behind him.

Meanwhile, in Blueblood's area, he went inside his dark room, and suddenly opened shined bright. He went looking for his wife and child. "Where's everyone? Honey? Limestone Pie?". Suddenly, one robber hit him in the head. "My goodness!" he yelled. "Honey! Limestone Pie!". He yelled as the robbers grabbed his front hooves. "Who are you ponies?!"

"We don't have time to chitchat." one robber said. The robber told them to bring Blueblood to him.

"Limestone Pie." Blueblood said once more. The robber blew something in the paper. He then showed it to Blueblood the Counter Plaza Contract of Sales.

"All right." the robber said.

"You..." Blueblood said.

"Stamp your seal on it." he said. "I have a show to catch on TV."

Blueblood looked around him. He felt frightened for his life.

The next day, in Tempest's attorney office, she was walking and humming to her table, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. She put her bag in the table and saw an envelope on her desk. She took it and read the outer cover. It was stated it was from the Lawist Law Firm, and from her father, Caballeron. And there saw the name "Recipient Tempest Shadow."

"What is it this time? Come on." Tempest said. She opened the envelope and saw there the Relinquishment of Parental Rights. She read it carefully. "My goodness. Jeez.". She quickly get her phone from her bag.

She dialed her dad's number, and quickly leaned it close to her ear. Caballeron's phone began to ring while he was spraying his plants. He agreed to call and talked to her.

"I'm good." Caballeron said. He quickly dropped the call. Tempest got annoyed by his drop.

"What do you mean?!" Tempest said angrily. She dialed again her dad's number.

"I'm not interested." he said as he dropped the call again. Tempest slammed her phone into her desk.

"I'm so sick of him!" Tempest said angrily as she seats in her expensive looking chair and sighed. She quickly got off with her things and rushed off outside her office.

Meanwhile at Blueblood's place...

"Do you think I'd be a good actor?" the robber said.

"Of course, sir!" another robber said.

"Gosh, that's a no-brainer!"

"Come over here."

Blueblood look devastated as he looked at his wife and child. The robber's phone rang and he answered it.

"Yes. Okay, I got it." he said as he drops the call. "Check your bank account. It's over." he told Blueblood. "Hey, let's go."

"Yes, sir!" they said.

"Gosh. Let's go."

With now Blueblood and his family left behind, Blueblood feels frightened for what will happen to him and his family. Especially their lives.

Meanwhile, Tempest barges into her father's office with the envelope she received from him.

"It says by nature of clinical trials." Grubber said. He noticed Tempest coming in. "Hello, Ms. Shadow."

Tempest slammed her bag against one of the tables in her father's desk.

"Who are you to barge into my office? That's some nasty manners you have?" Caballeron said. Tempest then showed him the envelope he sent her.

'What's this?" Tempest asked with an overreacting tone.

"Oh, that?" Caballeron said. "I mailed that to remove you from my family registry." he said.

"You can't do that anymore." Tempest said as she smirks. "The family registration system was abolished ages ago." Tempest said with a raised voice. "You're a lawyer."

"I can still try, can't I?" Caballeron said. 'Hey." he called Grubber.

"Yes." Grubber picked up the file Caballeron gave him.

"And I look at this. This is ridiculous." Tempest said. ""The petitioner rejects the following words and any similar word from the recipient. The following words are, appa, abuji, papa, daddy, otosang, bàba, and pére."" Tempest said in a raised angry voice. "This is just outright ridiculous!" she wickedly laughed. "It's so inmature." she said as she wickedly laughed again. Caballeron stood up as Grubber wasn't listening.

Tempest shrieked in shock.

"Mr. Grubber!" Tempest yelled.

"Yes?"

"I'm talking here!" she yelled angrily.

"Go ahead." Grubber said.

Meanwhile in the dry cleaners area, Neighsay yelled in anger.

"Damn it. How is this even possible?!" Neighsay yelled in Italian. He turned around at the dry cleaner in outrage. "You Canterlite. Damn you! Get out of my sight!" he yelled one more in Italian. "Damn it."

"Sì." the dry cleaner said.

"What happened to my suit?" Neighsay said.

"It's because your suit was made from cheap fabric. It doesn't happen to good fabric." the dry cleaner simply answered.

"Cheap?!" Neighsay said. "Do you know how much is this?!

"How much?"

"This is a limited edition to Testicoli's line.." Neighsay said angrily as he sighed. "There's no point in talking to him."

"By the way, you have a nice build." the dry cleaner said. "You know? You still look cool with that tight suit." he complimented. "This might catch on!"

"Did you do this on purpose?!" Neighsay said.

"What are you talking about?! I'm a laundry master!" He said as he show his pictures of him involving laundry.

'Then you shouldn't have messed up!" Neighsay said angrily. Neighsay sighed and tried to cool down. "You will have to pay for what you did to my suit." Neighsay said angrily as he pointed his hoof to the dry cleaner. "You will!" he said in Italian.

Suddenly, the speakers turned on. "Tenants of Counter Plaza, come out of the building now."

"Somepony's looking for me. Pay before you go." the cleaner said.

"'Damn it!" Neighsay said in Italian. Then, his phone rang in his pocket. "Yes, Mr. Blueblood?"

"My wife and daughter were taken hostage. I had no choice." Blueblood said. "I'm sorry. I'll fix this no matter what. Yes. i will...". Suddenly while he was driving, he bump himself into a supply truck, and got t-boned.

"Mr. Blueblood? Mr. Blueblood. Mr. Blueblood? Mr. Blueblood!" Neighsay called him multiple times.

Meanwhile, in Caballeron's office...

"Fine. I can overlook everything you wrote here! I can live with that!" Tempest said angrily. "But this one. Look. "All the photos that the recipient took with the petitioner as a minor and photos that remind the recipient of the petitioner as the parent will be donated for the exhibition, Counter Plaza's History, held at the Canterlot District Office for public interest." Who are you to donate my photos?! They're the epitome of my embarrassing past!" Tempest yelled. Grubber entered and paused as they saw them.

"It's up to me." Caballeron said. "I raised you."

"And does that give you the right to abandon me?!" Tempest yelled. "This is embarrassing!"

""Embarrassing?"" He stood up angrily in front of his daughter. "It's because what you do is less than human!" he yelled. "You're a lawyer. How could you not have sense of duty or justice?"

"Your sense of duty just makes you the noisiest lawyer in Equestria!" Tempest yelled angrily, her hands were like blowing up as she indicated the word "noisiest". "And you sense of justice is just groundless hostility against the rich! This is called mechanical justice!" she yelled.

""Mechanical justice"? Then us following money "rational justice"!?"

"Yes! Money is justice in Canterlot and power means justice!" Tempest yelled.

"Then, keep living your life like that!" Caballeron said. They didn't notice Grubber holding some mugs during the argument. He kept watching them in the corner of the entrance. "But do not show your face around me. Okay?"

"Okay. Let's cut off all ties!" Tempest yelled.

"Yes. Let's do that!" Caballeron said.

"Don't." Grubber said in the corner.

"Let's never call each other!" Tempest yelled.

"I won't!" Caballeron yelled back.

"Don't you dare call me!" Tempest shouted.

"I won't!" He said once more.

"Mr. Caballeron!" Cheese shouted as he went into the entrance, rushing.

"Never call me!" Tempest shouted.

"Mr. Caballeron." Cheese responded as he took many deep breaths as he can. "You have to come outside now." he panicked.

Meanwhile, a car drove by in front of the Counter Plaza. Somepony got the car door open and then appeared a suited stallion.

"Hello." the stallion who opened the car greeted.

"My gosh. You're a bunch of lazy bums." the stallion said. "Why haven't you put up the signs. Do it now." he said. "Aren't you cold? Let's go!" he said.

"Yes, sir!" they responded.

They put up as many signs as they can. They put it everywhere in Counter Plaza's closed doors. They put up a notice that Blueblood will be selling it to Babel E&C.

"What happened?" one of the tenants said.

"What?"

"But he promised."

"What happened?"

"What do we do, then?"

Caballeron saw the notice in one of the walls of the plaza.

"Put it up. Just do it."

"Okay."

Many stallions, except for Caballeron, Neighsay, or any male tenant put up the notice in everywhere where they haven't put up the signs.

"Cover up the signs." one of them said. He said as the stallion walked in in front of Caballeron and the tenants.

"Hello, sir." one of them said. Caballeron turned to the stallions as they walked up to them.

"Nice to meet you." he said. "I'm Starstreak, the CEO of Ant company and the chairman of the Development Committee for Babel Tower." he said, while he heard his stallions clapping behind him. He seemed to be annoyed and then his stallions stopped.

Tempest appeared behind her "father"'s back and faced him from the side of his shoulder. "What kind of company is that?" she asked him.

"It's a shady company that performs dirty jobs like high interest loans and beating ponies and creatures up." he said, facing at StarStreak.

"I see." Tempest said, as she rolled her eyes on Starstreak.

"Oh, right. As of today, this building belongs to Babel E&C. Starting today, the Compensation team will visit you." he said. "Let's handle this peacefully.

"I knew it. Damn it." the mother tenant said. "This was their plan. But what? They'll let us move back in?"

"That lousy Neighsay or whatever. I should've shrunk his suit even more!" the dry cleaner said. "Where is he!?"

"Right." one of the tenants said.

"If any of the tenants give us a hard time, one uncompromising stallions will tire you out physically and mentally." Starstreak said.

"Hey." Cheese said.

"Are you crazy? one of the tenants said ."What are you doing!?"

"Why?" Cheese said.

"Who are you?" one of Starstreak's stallions said. Cheese then walked up in front of them.

"You can't do this." Cheese said.

"Why not?" the stallion said. The stallion started to try and wrestle him, but Cheese then got scared and went back.

"Are you okay?" one of the tenants said.

"You startled me." Cheese replied.

"I thought I hit you!" the stallion said.

Cheese then fixed his jacket and walk a few steps in front of them. "You can't block the path to the restroom." he said. "What about the creatures who need to go?!"

"You got me excited for a second!" Starstreak said. "Goodness. Guys, step aside. Gosh. It's urgent.

"Okay." one of them said. They stepped aside away from the center.

"I don't want him to do his business here. Hurry." Star Streak said. "Go. Go ahead."

"Thank you." Cheese said as he quickly ran over to the restroom.

"My goodness, that idiot. He's so embarrassing." one of the tenants said.

"Leave now." Caballeron said. "You're violating the law by threatening us like this."

"Why don't you stop already? We will compensate you handsomely." Startstreak said.

"You say you'll compenstae us, but you'll just beat us up and kick us out!" Caballeron said.

"This is a good occasion. Why are you ruining the mood?" Starstreak's stallion said, as he punches Caballeron in the shoulder. The tenants gathered around Caballeron to see if he was alright.

"Gosh."

"Hey!" Tempest shouted at Starstreak's stallion.

"Who are you!?" the stallion said.

"I'm his only daughter!" Tempest said. "And I'm Lawyer Tempest Shadow of Law Firm Wingtip."

Caballeron went near her and whispered: "You're not my daughter."

Tempest turned to him and said: "Come on. Be quiet." Tempest said.

"What is a lawyer from Wingtip doing here?" Starstreak said.

Tempest turned around to Starstreak and said: "It's none of your business. This isn't the way to go about your business. Do you know the era we live in?" Tempest said. "It's not like we're in some '90s ganster movie!"

"Hey, miss." the stallion in Starstreak's right said. "Do you want to get beaten up like the movies in the 90s?!" He said as he got his finger and pushes her face in the forehead.

"My goodness!" one tenant said.

"Hey!"

Tempest touched her forehead due to the pain the push caused. She fixed her mane and expression and suddenly chuckled at him. "If you touch me again, I'll make you pay for what you did!" Tempest shouted as he pulled him many times by his collar.

"Sure. Okay. Let's see how much money I have to pay to settle with you!" the stallion said.

"Stop!" a familiar voice echoed and shouted in Italian before the stallion could even punch Tempest. Starstreak and his stallions saw him in the hallway, while Caballeron, Tempest and the tenants saw the pony in the hallway. It was none other than the stallion himself, Neighsay. The tenants were in shock, and Tempest stared at him. Neighsay was holding a suitcase along with him in his hands, and was wearing a black coat.

The stallion who tried to attack Tempest removed his hands from her. Neighsay then walks in with a slight mischievous grin. Tempest then pushes Starstreak's stallion aside as Neighsay walks in.

"What did he say?" one of Starstreak's stallions said.

"Where's my tape measure!?" the dry cleaner said. He didn't even notice Neighsay pulled it off him when walked in during the conflict. Tempest looked at him from hooves to mane, since she was not familiar with him.

"Do you also need to use the bathroom? Is it urgent? Go ahead. Go on." Starstreak mocked. "Go."

"Let's talk." Neighsay said.

"Who the heck are you!?" Starstreak's stallion said.

"Neighsay Cassano." Neighsay answered. "I respect the owner of Counter Plaza, Blueblood."

""Neighgay Quazzano"?" Tempest mocked.

"This is ridiculous." Starstreak's stallion said.

Neighsay then turned to Tempest after mocking him.

"There's no talking your way out of this!" Starstreak's stallion said. Just before he could punch Neighsay, Neighsay grabbed his hand and twisted it. Neighsay then kicked the stallion on his back hooves, which caused him to grunt in pain and fell on the floor.

"Hey. Hold on."

"Goodness." Starstreak said. "I'm not that curious, but I'll listen." He then walked towrds Neighsay. "So what is it?" he asked.

Neighsay faced him, then looked down, then all of a sudden, Neighsay punched him in the snout out of the blue.

"Sir!" Starstreak's stallions reacted. Starstreak touched his snout and when it came out, there was blood in his hands. This made the stallions gasped at Starstreak.

"My nose is bleeding!" Starstreak shouted.

"A nosebleed!?" one of his stallions said. Neighsay then slashed the tape measure in front of him.

"Gosh! Come on! Seriously!" Starstreak shouted. Neighsay got the tape measure and wrapped some inches around his hand.

"You jerk." Starstreak said. He was about to make a stampede between him and Neighsay. Just before he could attack, Neighsay quickly tied his hands and pulled him outside of the window, causing the window to shatter into pieces.

"Oh no!" Starstreak's stallions said

"Boss!" one of them said.

"If you take one more step..." Neighsay said. He then let go a few inches of the tape measure, causing the hanged Starstreak to go down a bit but didn't fell.

"...your boss will fall." Neighsay said.

"Don't move, you dimwits!" Starstreak shouted. "Just stay still!"

"Everyone, stay still." Starstreak's stallions said at the fact that their lead would fall if they were stubborn to not move a single muscle.

Neighsay then grabbed tightly at the tape measure, and said: "Given the height of the building, you won't die. You'll just break your hoof. But if you're unlucky and fall-head first, I will be the last pony you see from Equestria. Right?"

"Shouldn't we stop him?" Grubber asked.

"He said he won't die. Leave him." Tempest said.

"Pull me up, you asshole. Pull me up!" Starstreak said. Neighsay then slightly grinned at him and said:

"Babel E&C bought this building through illegal means. And I will not forgive their artocity." Neighsay said.

"Unless you want to die, pull me up." Starstreak said. "Now!"

"I'll get this building back no matter what." Neighsay whispered to him. "And I will make all of you pay for what you did." Neighsay then said something in Italian. "This building...is mine." he said in Italian as he waves his hand in a fancy gesture.

"That was Italian, right? What did he say?" one of the tenants asked Joe.

"What?"

"What did he say?"

"He said..." he was nervous since he remembered Neighsay learned his secret back in his restaurant. Not knowing what it means, he just clapped his hooves on joy.

"E mio!" the dry cleaner said, even though he never learned the English translation. Every tenant then started clapping. Tempest just rolled her eyes, and Caballeron just stood there and watch. Cheese was seen in the window at the other side, clapping along with the tenants. Neighsay then smirked at the scared hanging Starstreak.

He had the right to attack Starstreak and his men in the perfect timing, besides, he's not into dudes who mess with women and children, remember?

NEIGHSAY

Author's Note

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