You Can Try

Yang Ming and Zhu Zhuqing sorted out their emotions. After getting out of the carriage and looking at the hotel before them, they found its decor somewhat lavish. Its exterior was entirely rose-red, and the whole building resembled a gigantic rose. Yang Ming looked at the sign and murmured.

"Rose Hotel."

It turned out that the coachman had seen how well matched they looked. A lone man and woman traveling together and entering and leaving together—he had mistaken their relationship. Although they had spoken little throughout the journey, Zhu Zhuqing's personality was visibly cold to begin with, so the coachman assumed she was simply reserved around strangers. That was why he had brought them here.

Although Yang Ming and Zhu Zhuqing both felt that something seemed off, one had been a shut-in for six years, while the other was an unmarried young lady from a prestigious family. Though she had a marriage contract, her fiancé had run off, and she faced life-and-death danger on a daily basis. How could either of them know such things? Their teachers of continental common knowledge would not teach them this sort of nonsense! Aside from some unknown Shrek Academy headmaster, there probably was not a second school on the continent where teachers taught such nonsense, right? Besides, they were in a special situation.

However, Yang Ming could plainly see that this hotel was quite good, so he did not dwell on it further. He asked Zhu Zhuqing.

"Shall we stay here?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

The two entered the hotel. The moment they stepped inside, Yang Ming and Zhu Zhuqing caught the scent of roses. It was not overpowering, just right—refreshing and soothing. The hotel's interior decor was unique and elegant, easily leaving a favorable impression.

Yang Ming walked up to the counter.

"Please get me two rooms."

The receptionist behind the counter glanced at the cold beauty behind Yang Ming and felt a little envious. Still, he had professional ethics. With an apologetic expression, he said.

"I'm sorry, Young Master. We only have one room left."

Yang Ming continued asking.

"Is it a suite?"

The receptionist thought Yang Ming was gradually dispelling the beautiful woman's doubts. Otherwise, why would a couple come to a love hotel and ask for a suite? He once again apologized sincerely.

"I'm sorry, Young Master. The remaining room is a double room."

Yang Ming did not hesitate upon hearing that and answered directly.

"Is that so? Then excuse us!"

With that, he lifted his foot to leave. Seeing Yang Ming be so decisive, the receptionist was somewhat stunned. Zhu Zhuqing was not surprised that Yang Ming had chosen to leave. She knew Yang Ming was not lusting after her body, and she was pleased that he respected her enough.

Seeing the handsome young man before him act so decisively, and the beauty beside him looking as though it were perfectly natural, the receptionist realized that he had probably misunderstood. They truly seemed not to know what kind of hotel this was. However, the words had already left his mouth, and Rose Hotel really did not have suites, so he could only recommend another place to Yang Ming and Zhu Zhuqing.

"You two can head east along the street outside. You'll see a Jiman Hotel. It's one of the best hotels in Suotuo City, and it will definitely have enough rooms!"

After hearing the receptionist's recommendation, Yang Ming thanked him and intended to go with Zhu Zhuqing to check out Jiman Hotel.

Just as Yang Ming and Zhu Zhuqing turned around, they saw three people enter through the doorway.

The hotel receptionist also saw the three people walking in. One of them was a familiar figure, and he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Young Master Dai, you're here!"

The instant Zhu Zhuqing saw the man in the middle, she froze. He was none other than her so-called fiancé. Those Evil Eyes were far too conspicuous. Yet the first time Zhu Zhuqing had seen her fiancé in many years, she saw him with one arm around each of two distinctive women as he entered a hotel! Her expression could not help growing even colder.

The two women looked eighteen or nineteen years old. They were beautiful, and they were twins!

The man was around 1.8 meters tall and looked fourteen or fifteen years old. He had broad shoulders, and his handsome features carried a hint of firmness. A head of golden hair cascaded down his back nearly to his waist. His hair was not curly, but straight and smooth as it hung there.

The most eye-catching part of him was his eyes. They were a pair of sinister, unusual eyes, and each pupil was actually double. A wicked gleam flickered through them as his eyelids opened and closed halfway. Just one glance from him made one feel as though blades were cutting across one's body.

Yang Ming looked at those strange pupils and initially found them unusual. But he quickly noticed that the moment the man had entered, his eyes had fixed on Zhu Zhuqing beside him, and his gaze was far from clean. Yang Ming frowned slightly and stepped forward, positioning himself before Zhu Zhuqing and cutting off the Evil-Eyed man's line of sight.

Seeing this, the Evil-Eyed man shifted his gaze to Yang Ming. Upon discovering that Yang Ming was a man no worse than himself in appearance or bearing, yet possessed only faint Soul Power fluctuations, his eyes gained a trace of disdain and inexplicable delight. He released the twins at his sides, revealed a bright and magnanimous smile, and ignored Yang Ming as he spoke to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Beautiful Miss, I am Dai Mubai!"

"May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Upon hearing him introduce himself, Yang Ming understood the man's identity. He was Zhu Zhuqing's fiancé—the Star Luo Third Prince!

As Dai Mubai spoke, he reached out to push Yang Ming aside, having no intention of speaking to him at all. Watching the large hand draw closer and closer, Yang Ming's eyes gradually turned cold. He said calmly.

"If you dare touch me, I'll break your legs!"

The moment those words came out, Dai Mubai froze, and the atmosphere in the hotel became exceptionally tense.

Seeing that the situation was going wrong, the receptionist hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over.

"This Young Master, Young Master Dai is a young Soul Master genius in Suotuo City, famed far and wide for his virtue and talent. How can you speak like that? Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Dai! With Young Master Dai's generosity, he won't make things difficult for you!"

The receptionist spoke with fervent conviction, saying those insincere words while discreetly signaling Yang Ming with his eyes.

Hearing the receptionist's flattery, Dai Mubai knew that the man had ulterior motives and simply did not want him to make a move inside the hotel. Still, it made him feel rather good! He then looked at Yang Ming with a sneer on his face and said contemptuously.

"Kid, for the sake of the beauty behind you, I'll give you a chance!"

"Kneel and apologize with a kowtow, and I'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."

"I'll do exactly as you said. Break your legs!!!"

Dai Mubai's face was full of mockery. He had originally been worried about how to win the beauty's heart, but now Yang Ming had delivered himself right to his feet to be trampled on. He could not have asked for more!

Yang Ming understood what the receptionist meant, but he ignored it. Looking at Dai Mubai, he said calmly.

"You can try."

Seeing Yang Ming be so oblivious to death, Dai Mubai laughed in extreme anger.

"Hahaha!"

His smile vanished. A cold gleam burst from Dai Mubai's Evil Eyes, and the aura around him became as frigid as ten-thousand-year ice. He roared.

"Then today, I really want to see what happens if I try!"

As he spoke, his hands did not stop moving. His right palm lashed out, stirring gusts of wind as it shot straight at Yang Ming's face, intending to slap both Yang Ming and his dignity to the ground.

Yang Ming said nothing more. Since someone refused the courtesy offered to him, Yang Ming naturally did not mind tearing his face apart.

Yang Ming raised his left arm. Dai Mubai's right palm struck Yang Ming's forearm squarely with a loud sound.

"Smack~"

However, the scene Dai Mubai had expected—this kid before him being knocked to the ground by a single slap—did not appear. After the loud impact, Yang Ming remained completely motionless. Dai Mubai could hardly believe it. He had already used fifty percent of his strength, yet he had failed to knock over this kid whose Soul Power fluctuations had only just surpassed those of a One-Ring Soul Master at most.

Yang Ming glanced at the spot where he had been struck, and his gaze turned completely cold. He said evenly.

"You brought this on yourself!"

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