523: Chapter 523 Squid Second Brother, Shall We Fight Again?

Karl still maintained his gentlemanly appearance upon hearing this.

"I heard you were held hostage last night and was very worried, so I flew over from the Eagle Country overnight."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the greasy table of the food stall, a flash of disgust appearing in his eyes.

"It's just that I didn't expect..."

"...that after you escaped danger, you would actually come to a place like this."

Pausing again, his gaze fell onto Euphemia's Bodyguards.

"Are you all useless?"

"To actually let your own master come to a place like this???"

The Bodyguards' faces all turned dark.

FUCK!

Was that something they could decide?

It was clearly Her Highness the Princess who insisted on coming...

However.

Before they could voice their grievances.

Euphemia had already coldly asked in return, "What's wrong with a place like this?"

Karl spread his hands, his tone carrying a hint of matter-of-factness.

"A place like this is unworthy of a princess's status."

"You should be sitting in a Michelin three-star restaurant, tasting delicacies prepared by top chefs, instead of..."

He glanced at the plate of braised pork trotter on the table, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, "...instead of eating this high-oil, high-fat junk at a roadside stall where it's unknown if they even have a health permit."

Bai Shanshan immediately became unhappy upon hearing this.

She put down the rib in her hand, looked up at Karl, and spoke with an unfriendly tone.

"Who are you calling junk?"

"Foreigner, keep your mouth clean."

Karl frowned, his gaze falling on Bai Shanshan as he looked her up and down.

Hmm...

A very beautiful woman.

Unfortunately, she was an Eastern woman.

A flash of contempt immediately crossed his eyes.

"I am talking to the Princess. What kind of thing are you to dare to interrupt?"

"You..."

Bai Shanshan slapped the table and was about to stand up, but her hand was held down by Bai Wanqing.

Bai Wanqing shook her head slightly at her, signaling her not to be impulsive.

After all.

For the other party to come here and dare to lecture a Princess of the Eagle Country meant that his status would certainly not be low.

Therefore.

Better to see how the situation developed first.

Moreover, that fellow A-Chen had a much bigger temper than her sister; since he hadn't spoken yet, her sister shouldn't interrupt either.

Perhaps...

There would be a good show to watch in a moment?

Bai Shanshan took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and sat back down, but her almond eyes were still fixed on Karl, wishing she could stare two holes into him.

Seeing this, Karl thought the other party had backed down.

The next second.

He smiled coldly and looked down at Bai Shanshan.

"You just talked back."

"Now I want you... to apologize to me!"

Hearing this, Bai Shanshan completely exploded.

"Apologize? Apologize to your mother!"

"Who do you think you are? Coming to Dragon Country's territory to act wild and even making me apologize?"

"Believe it or not, I'll have you thrown in to rot for a few days?"

Rage!

Pure rage!

This guy was simply pushing his luck!

Did he perhaps forget...

Whose territory he was standing on?

In Dragon Country, a foreigner dared to be so arrogant and overbearing???

Karl's face turned icy, a flash of anger in his eyes.

"Are all Dragon Country people so uncivilized?"

"You will pay the price for your words and actions!"

Bai Shanshan got even angrier, standing up abruptly and lifting her foot to kick Karl.

If this kick landed, with her current Heaven Realm strength, an ordinary person like Karl would at least...

Die.

And his body might not even be intact!

However.

Just as her foot was lifted, Ye Chen spoke.

"Shanshan, sit down."

Bai Shanshan's movement froze, and she turned to look at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen leaned against the back of his chair, holding a half-eaten lamb chop in his hand, and spoke slowly.

"We Dragon Country people are hospitable."

"When a friend comes, we will toast him to show respect."

"But if a little devil comes..."

"Then we will appear very uncivilized."

"Are you a friend, or a little devil?"

Karl's face was as gloomy as water, his gaze shooting toward Ye Chen like a knife: "And who are you? How dare you lecture me?"

Ye Chen looked innocent.

"I not only dare to lecture you, I even dare to hit you, believe it?"

Karl was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then laughed out of extreme anger: "Do you know who I am?"

Ye Chen asked back.

"Then do you know who I am?"

Karl didn't take the bait at all, straightening his back and raising his chin on his own, his voice full of arrogance.

"I don't care who you are. In my eyes, you are just a commoner, a lower-class person!"

"And I am the Second Young Master of the Gates Family from the USA!"

"The Gates Family, have you heard of it?"

"Our family is one of the three major financial magnate families in the USA!"

"We own over a hundred enterprises globally, with total assets exceeding five hundred billion US dollars."

"My father just met your leaders last year, and our family's investment in Dragon Country exceeds twenty billion US dollars."

He sneered, his gaze sweeping over Ye Chen.

"How can a small character like you, eating at a roadside stall, be worthy of being arrogant in front of me?"

After Ye Chen finished listening, he couldn't help but laugh: "Oh, so you're from the Squid financial magnate family?"

Karl: "???"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow: "I remember your Squid Gates Family has a total of four children, and you're only ranked second?"

Karl: "???"

Ye Chen seemed to think of something and added another sentence: "It seems the second son can't inherit the family property. You're really pitiable. Do you want to give me some money? I'll go take out your older brother and let you inherit?"

Karl: "???"

This bastard not only knew their family but even dared to directly mock him to his face?

Calling them Squids?

This was what they resented the most!

And he even fucking said he was just a second son?

What was wrong with being the second?

The second could also make a comeback!

It was simply FUCK! FUCK! FUCK...

Euphemia was the first to lose it, bursting out with a laugh.

Bai Shanshan laughed even harder, slapping the table, her tears almost coming out.

"Hahaha..."

"Old Second! What a 'Old Second'!"

Bai Wanqing lowered her head, her shoulders shaking, unable to suppress the corners of her mouth.

Even Luoshui, who had always been expressionless, had the corner of her mouth twitch slightly, a flash of amusement in her eyes.

Killing the heart!

This sentence from Ye Chen was simply more painful than a beating.

The Second Young Master of the Gates Family sounded infinitely glorious.

But in reality?

Wealthy families had always followed the system of primogeniture.

The eldest inherited the family business, and the second either held a nominal position in the family enterprise or went out to start his own business.

To put it nicely, he was the Second Young Master; to put it bluntly, he was...

A spare.

This sentence from Ye Chen undoubtedly poked Karl's most painful spot.

Karl's face completely darkened, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"You... you're looking for death!"

He suddenly turned around and waved his hand behind him.

The dozen or so black-clad Bodyguards behind him all stepped forward together, surrounding them aggressively.

Ye Chen didn't even look at those Bodyguards, still slowly gnawing on the lamb chop.

"What? Planning to use force because you can't win the argument?"

"Is this all you USA people... oh wait, Squid people are capable of?"

Karl gnashed his teeth, fury burning in his eyes.

"You insulted me, insulted the Gates Family, today you must pay the price!"

"Get him!"

"Give this ignorant Dragon Country man a harsh lesson!"

A dozen black-clad Bodyguards moved in response, pouncing toward Ye Chen.

The leader was a bald, burly man, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, exuding a powerful aura from all over his body.

He rushed in front of Ye Chen in one stride, his palm as large as a fan swinging directly toward Ye Chen's face.

If this slap landed, an ordinary person would lose at least two teeth.

Ye Chen didn't even lift an eyelid.

His left hand still held the lamb chop, while his right hand waved casually.

"Slap!"

A crisp slapping sound exploded in the night sky.

The bald man's 180-pound body was like being hit by a truck, flipping twice in the air before smashing hard onto the hood of the black sedan behind him.

"Boom!!!"

The hood dented deeply, and the alarm began to wail.

The bald man lay on the hood, eyes rolling back, fainting on the spot.

The remaining Bodyguards all stopped in their tracks, their expressions changing drastically.

How could they not?

They actually didn't see how this young man made his move.

The speed was too fast!

The force was too fierce!

They seemed... not to be his match...

The next second.

They instinctively looked toward Karl.

However.

Before Karl could react, Ye Chen placed the finished lamb chop on the table, picked up a tissue to wipe his hands, and stood up.

"Who else wants to fight?"

The voice wasn't loud, and the tone was casual.

But in the ears of those Bodyguards, it sounded like the whisper of the Grim Reaper.

No one dared to move.

No one dared to make a sound.

Karl stood in place, the expression on his face changing from anger to astonishment.

Ye Chen looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Squid Old Second, still want to fight?"

Karl suddenly snapped out of it, his expression changing from astonishment to horror.

"You... you're actually a Martial Artist?"

He never expected...

That a piece of trash eating at a roadside stall would be so good at fighting!

Could it be...

The rumors were true, that everyone in Dragon Country practiced martial arts?

Ye Chen shook his head, looking indifferent: "I'm not a Martial Artist."

Karl's eyes widened, not believing it at all.

"Impossible!"

"If you're not a Martial Artist, how could you slap my Bodyguard away?"

"That Bodyguard of mine weighs at least 180 pounds, and you slapped him seven or eight meters away. If that's not a Martial Artist, what the hell is it?"

Ye Chen sighed, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"I am indeed not a Martial Artist."

"But I am a Cultivator."