151: Slap in the face

"Have you heard?"

"A while back, the Starry Sky Martial Arts Company over by the dozen or so stars in the eastern part of the Star River held some kind of discount challenge."

"Man, that was one intense fight."

"Old Yuan, stop bragging."

"I heard that news too."

"There were only two matches, it ended in a month, and it was only a ten percent discount."

The middle-aged man's face instantly turned red after being rebuffed by his companion.

"What do you know!"

"Do you know who the people stepping onto the stage for those two matches were?"

"The Military Alliance and the Supreme Academy, both part of our Human Race's starry sky forces!"

"It was the Star Patrol Envoys of those two major powers."

Voices of confusion arose.

"Star Patrol Envoy?"

"What's that?"

Facing the gazes that were looking over one after another, Old Yuan tilted his head back proudly.

"So you guys don't know about this?"

"Let me tell you, a Star Patrol Envoy is..."

A long while later.

A chorus of exclamations rang out.

"King Rank Prodigies capable of fighting above their level!"

"The path our own brats dream of!"

"What?"

"Even Lord Marquis has to welcome them politely?"

"Holy crap!"

"The two same-level prodigies from our center who went over were rubbed into the ground?"

"So this Martial Arts Company is actually that impressive?"

"You bet!"

"Now lots of people are running to the east to buy their stuff."

"Not only that."

"See that Starry Sky Martial Arts Company building across the street? The crowds wanting to join as regular employees and the geniuses looking for information are already forming long queues."

By a window seat.

Fu Ying withdrew his gaze and looked at Lin inflammation beside him, who was leisurely playing with his teacup with his head lowered.

"Your Highness."

"Your reputation has even spread all the way here."

Lin inflammation gave a faint smile and turned to look at the Martial Arts Company building across the street without saying anything.

When a company makes a profit, it's nothing more than a matter of marketing tactics.

In a martial civilization, the most effective and direct way is, of course, to flex one's muscles.

So as someone who could obtain both charge values and contribution points, why wouldn't he do it?

At this moment, a contemptuous cold snort came from nearby.

A richly dressed youth and a young woman with a graceful figure walked down slowly from upstairs together.

Behind them followed a large group of respectful-looking attendants.

The youth's lips curled slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

"Only narrow-minded people like you would think that's some kind of big deal."

His voice was full of disdain and contempt, as if he turned his nose up at the opinions of those around him.

"Only those Martial Artists who truly understand the specific situation and are qualified to judge know exactly who has the final say in these sixth to tenth Star Rivers."

"The Martial Arts Company? Lin inflammation?"

"In the eyes of those who can't spare the time to take action, he's just an object that can be dealt with whenever they turn around."

As those two sentences fell, the entire hall suddenly went quiet.

Everyone cast looks of awe at the young woman.

The Marquis's only daughter—Shen Ling.

Why was she here? Who was the youth beside her?

She seemed to quite enjoy these gazes.

A flash of arrogance appeared in Shen Ling's eyes.

"Forget it, Brother Nan, they wouldn't understand even if you told them."

"True." The youth smiled. "The Exchange Meeting is about to start. Let's head over early and prepare to watch the face-slapping scene later."

After saying that, he was about to step toward the restaurant's entrance.

"Move!"

Several loud shouts came from behind the youth and Shen Ling.

Shen Ling turned to look at the Youth in Black and the middle-aged man who ignored the warnings of their subordinates and continued walking straight toward them, her brow furrowing slightly.

"You..."

Slap—!

A crisp slapping sound rang out.

The originally quiet lobby instantly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, their mouths hanging open slightly.

Shen Ling was even more shocked. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the youth who had fallen to the ground beside her, her expression becoming extremely ugly, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

Crazy! This is crazy!

"Ah!"

A shrill, angry roar sounded.

"Kill him! Kill him!!"

The youth on the ground clutched his right cheek, his eyes revealing an uncontrollable, intense killing intent.

The many attendants snapped out of it and all roared as they charged forward.

"Kid! You're looking for death!!"

However.

Fu Ying, whose hands were hanging by his sides, lightly clenched his right fist.

Boom—!

A powerful aura suddenly erupted.

The entire luxury hotel shook.

The many figures were all ruthlessly blown away.

In the blink of an eye, the entire lobby was filled with screams and was in utter disarray.

"You..."

Shen Ling, who had been given special treatment, stood safely in place, looking at all this with shock and anger in her eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Do you have any idea..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

Lin inflammation stepped on the hand the youth was using to cover his right cheek.

Immediately.

"Ah!"

A pig-like howl rang out.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!"

"You don't even know who I am, yet you dare to casually speak my name." Lin inflammation applied a little pressure with his right foot. "Who gave you such dog-like courage?"

Shen Ling's expression changed slightly.

The name! The name!

Lin inflammation!

This youth is the Star Patrol Envoy of the Eastern Region's Martial Arts Company—Lin inflammation!

She glanced at Fu Ying, who was standing expressionlessly behind Lin inflammation, and hurriedly spoke up.

"Star Envoy Lin!"

"Stop!"

"He is the only son of Duke Yan, Yan Nan!!"

"Don't you want to gain the favor of the Imperial Court officials of the sixth to tenth Star Rivers?"

"He..."

Lin inflammation released his right foot.

"So it's the only son of Duke Yan."

Shen Ling instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as nothing major happened here!

As for the conflict between the Martial Arts Company and Duke Yan later, what did it have to do with their Marquis's Manor?

As an Imperial Court noble, she knew better than anyone.

Just what kind of behemoths the five major starry sky forces currently fighting tooth and nail in the Imperial Court were.

To put it nicely, they were fighting for the market and to recruit His Majesty.

To put it bluntly, if you pissed them off, they wouldn't care who you were and would tear down the Imperial Court for you.

Did you think they would be lacking a few ordinary Emperor Ranks like you?

This was the absolute weight of being under the jurisdiction of the Ancestral Court!

However.

"I was wondering why he's as stupid as a pig."

"Pick him up!"

As those two sentences fell.

Shen Ling, whose heart had instantly leaped into her throat again, had just turned her head.

Slap—!

Blood and teeth splattered onto her reasonably pretty face.

"Ah!"

Shen Ling let out a scream.

Slap... slap slap slap slap—!

The sounds of slapping continued to ring out.

Only when Yan Nan's entire face had swollen beyond recognition and he had completely fainted did Fu Ying release his right hand.

Lin inflammation slowly cleaned the blood from his hands while turning his head to look at the pale, trembling Shen Ling with a smile.

"Sorry for the trouble."

After saying that, he ignored the crowd in the lobby who were desperately covering their mouths to keep from making a sound, turned around, and disappeared out the restaurant's entrance.

Who knows how much time had passed.

Shen Ling's body went limp, and she slumped to the ground, her eyes vacant.

"It's over... it's over..."

..."Your Highness."

"That move of yours was quite ruthless."

Lin inflammation looked at the Martial Arts Company building ahead, his lips curling slightly.

"I was just thinking about what kind of big gift to send them."

"And one just happened to deliver itself to my door."

Fu Ying smiled faintly.

The only son of Duke Yan of the Tianqi Imperial Court, which was originally inclined toward the Military Alliance, had his face slapped in public by the Star Patrol Envoy of the Martial Arts Company.

He could already imagine the expressions on the faces of Hong Liangzhe, who was on his way, and those few individuals who should be happily chatting inside the building ahead, once they heard this news.

You wanted to be our Highness's direct superior and use that to disgust His Crown?"

"You guys should worry about what you're going to face next first."