The Second Prince, Xue Luochuan

Xue Beng saw the warning in Bai Wanwan's eyes, but he did not care now.

From their brief exchange just now, Xue Beng had already reached a conclusion. These two beauties before him definitely had backing, but that backing was basically useless in front of him.

They were the sort who would not dare come looking for trouble with him even if he did something excessive.

As for Moxiong beside them, Xue Beng simply ignored him.

He looked strong enough to take on three or five people without issue.

What a joke. Did the imperial family lack experts?

Not at all. They even had a Guest Elder at the Titled Douluo level, and that Guest Elder was on especially good terms with his uncle, Prince Xue Xing.

"Tsk. Is this your first time in Heaven Dou City? Do you need me to show you around? I know Heaven Dou City very well, and this prince's palace is huge. There's more than enough room for you to stay the night."

Xue Beng smiled and reached out toward Bai Wanwan.

But before his outstretched hand could touch Bai Wanwan, it was slapped away. "I'm warning you, don't get any crooked ideas. Otherwise, the consequences are probably more than you can bear."

Bai Wanwan lightly rolled her wrist, her tone unusually calm.

"More than I can bear?"

"I'd really like to see what consequences I can't bear. Still, I rather like that unruly look of yours. I hope you can stay this way forever."

Xue Beng raised his leg and kicked at the table in front of him, only to find that it did not budge in the slightest. He looked to the side and saw Moxiong pressing one hand against the table, glaring at him with an unfriendly expression.

"Just leave him breathing."

Qian Renxue's voice drifted over.

Before Xue Beng could react, he saw a large hand rapidly filling his vision.

There was a loud bang.

The chair Xue Beng had been sitting on shattered instantly, and an irresistible force slammed him to the ground, knocking him unconscious.

After dealing with Xue Beng, Moxiong turned his gaze toward the street corner. "Young Master, Young Lady, there are people over there as well. Should this subordinate go deal with them?"

"Don't bother with them. If we deal with them all, how will we make an issue of this?"

Qian Renxue lightly waved her hand.

The commotion on their side had long since caught the stall owner's attention. Seeing Xue Beng lying on the ground, the owner's pupils involuntarily contracted.

After hesitating for a moment, the owner walked over to Qian Renxue, Bai Wanwan, and the others.

"Guests, you've caused trouble. Before anyone comes, you should leave quickly."

Looking at Xue Beng on the ground, the owner kindly warned them.

As one of Heaven Dou City's notorious playboys, Xue Beng was naturally known to many people, and this owner was one of them.

"Thank you for your concern, Owner, but when will the food we ordered be ready?"

Bai Wanwan spoke unconcernedly, clearly not taking the owner's warning to heart.

To others, what had happened to Xue Beng might have been no small matter. After all, they had struck an imperial prince, and they had not held back.

But in Bai Wanwan and Qian Renxue's eyes, it was merely a trivial matter that could be resolved with a wave of the hand. It did not count as trouble at all.

Seeing the calm expressions on their faces, the owner thought for a moment and said nothing further. He went to prepare what Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan had ordered. He had already warned them; if they refused to listen, there was nothing he could do.

At the street corner.

After exchanging a glance, the two guards tacitly headed in separate directions. Following Xue Beng's earlier instructions, they went to call for people from different places.

In front of the stall.

Qian Renxue, Bai Wanwan, Moxiong, and the others waited for roughly ten minutes before the owner brought out what they had ordered.

Bai Wanwan stirred the beef soup before her with a spoon and took a small taste. Her Azure Blue eyes brightened slightly. It tasted quite good.

Noticing Bai Wanwan's expression, Qian Renxue reached out to tuck back her hanging strands of hair, then sampled the soup as well.

As for Xue Beng, unconscious on the ground, the three of them did not spare him a single extra glance from beginning to end.

But while they were enjoying their meal, one of the guards who had left earlier returned, leading the Second Prince, Xue Luochuan, who was dressed in royal attire, toward the stall.

"Moxiong, we want to eat in peace."

Noticing those approaching, Qian Renxue spoke softly before lowering her head to continue drinking her beef soup.

"This subordinate understands."

Moxiong silently turned around and faced the direction Xue Luochuan and the guard were approaching from. He did not speak, merely watched them quietly. Yet with every step they took, a Spirit Ring appeared around him.

When they were ten meters from the stall, Moxiong had revealed two Yellow, two Purple, and five Black Spirit Rings—nine in total.

The nine constantly flickering Spirit Rings were especially dazzling at that moment.

An invisible pressure spread from Moxiong's body. With a trace of brutality in his gaze, he simply stood there and watched Xue Luochuan.

"Nine Spirit Rings... a Titled Douluo!"

Xue Luochuan looked at the nine Spirit Rings around Moxiong, then at the two Young Masters drinking beef soup with their heads lowered, and finally at the unconscious Xue Beng. His gaze gradually shifted to the guard who had brought him here.

A speechless look appeared in his eyes.

When the guard had found him, Xue Luochuan had assumed that Xue Beng had once again flirted with some disciple from a prominent family and caused a minor problem. He had come to give both sides a way out, using the imperial family's standing to turn a major issue into a minor one and settle it.

But the situation now was clearly wrong.

A nine-ring Titled Douluo was sitting quietly in front of him, and the slight brutality in his gaze made the meaning obvious. If they came any closer, he would act.

"Sec... Second Prince..."

The guard's voice trembled, but before he could finish speaking, his face burned with pain.

A crisp slap rang out through the street.

"Do you have any right to speak here?"

"And how many times have I told you to keep an eye on the Fourth Prince? Stop letting him act like a playboy, and stop letting him harass respectable women. Have you taken my words for nothing but wind?"

Xue Luochuan coldly glanced at the guard beside him. "Why are you still standing here?"

"Get lost."

As Xue Luochuan spoke, he was also signaling something with his eyes.

Seeing Xue Luochuan's look, the guard responded and turned to leave.

Only after the guard had gone far away did Xue Luochuan turn back and look at Moxiong again. Yet he remained where he was, not moving even half a step.

He understood the situation before him perfectly. He could not handle it himself; someone else would need to come.

Against an expert at the Titled Douluo level, let alone him, the Second Prince, even Xue Ye would have to show three parts respect if he came in person.