Compensation, Extortion

Seeing things develop to this point, the old man hidden in the shadows could no longer remain seated.

A figure slowly appeared, standing in front of Yue Zhengyu.

"Young Master Ling, my young master was indeed rash in this matter."

"But he acted out of concern for the Soul Master World. In his haste, he offended you. I hope you can forgive him."

The golden-haired old man bowed slightly as he spoke.

His name was Le Fei, a Titled Douluo of the Holy Angel Family.

He was responsible for Yue Zhengyu's safety.

He would ordinarily almost never show himself.

However, seeing his young master beaten so badly while Ling Luo showed no intention of stopping, he had no choice but to reveal himself.

Although he was a powerhouse of the previous generation, Le Fei's heart was filled with unease and caution when facing Ling Luo, a member of the younger generation.

All of his Soul Power was already circulating.

Yue Zhengyu had been cultivating in seclusion at home until recently and did not know the exact identity of the person before him.

But Le Fei knew very well.

First on the Young Genius Ranking, first on the Soul Master Talent Ranking, eldest young master of the Sea God Pavilion, younger brother of Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, the youngest Two-word Battle Armor Master in the Soul Master World...

Each of those titles was terrifying enough.

His own family's background was already formidable.

But Le Fei understood perfectly well that if the person before him insisted on pursuing this matter, they would be in serious trouble today.

After all, this was neither the Southern Legion nor the Holy Angel Family. This was Shrek City.

Here, the youth before him was the master.

Shrek Academy's protectiveness of its own was well known throughout the Soul Master World.

Le Fei truly feared that Shrek Academy would make a move against them.

After all, it was one of the few powers on the continent that did not fear the Holy Angel Family.

Of course, what Le Fei was actually most worried about was Ling Luo's age.

If Sea God Pavilion Master Yun Ming had been here instead, Le Fei would not have been so uneasy.

That foremost powerhouse's strength was unquestionably formidable, but his experience was equally undeniable.

He would at least consider the tangled web of interests involved and exercise some restraint.

But Ling Luo was different. He was far too young.

At fifteen, he was at precisely the age of youthful vigor and arrogance.

Not to mention all those illustrious titles.

With such glory piled upon him, it was inevitable that he might develop an arrogant, overconfident personality that disregarded consequences.

Le Fei believed that people like this were the hardest to deal with, because their edge was often too sharp for them to consider as much as older powerhouses did.

They were truly capable of anything.

When that time came, Shrek Academy could not possibly abandon such a future pillar, and there was a high chance it would come into conflict with the Southern Legion and the Holy Angel Family.

Given Shrek Academy's strength, even the family head might not be able to seek justice for them.

Most importantly, he had actually sensed a deadly threat from Ling Luo!

One had to know that he was a Titled Douluo, a Three-word Battle Armor Master!

Although Ling Luo possessed countless titles, the public still considered him merely a Two-word Battle Armor Master.

Why, then, did Ling Luo make him feel this way?

Could it be that he had made enormous progress again over the past three years?!

Le Fei thought to himself.

His intelligence was clearly outdated.

Although the news that Ling Luo had become a Three-word Battle Armor Master had not been deliberately publicized, neither had it been deliberately concealed.

Certain factions keeping close watch on him had long since learned of it.

But evidently, the Holy Angel Family had not devoted much attention to him.

Otherwise, if Le Fei had known that Ling Luo was already a Three-word Battle Armor Master, he would not have had such doubts.

"Elder Le Fei!"

Yue Zhengyu was overjoyed when he saw Le Fei appear.

Ling Luo had truly frightened him.

Le Fei's appearance eased his mind somewhat.

However, seeing Le Fei's attitude toward the person before him, Yue Zhengyu was no fool and guessed that Ling Luo's identity was anything but ordinary.

He had truly never expected that merely trying to deal with someone who possessed a Fallen Angel Martial Soul would lead him to kick an iron plate.

"You must be the senior from the Holy Angel Family protecting this fellow, Your Excellency?"

Ling Luo stopped walking.

The corners of his lips rose, revealing a warm smile.

Seeing Ling Luo's expression, Na'er and Yuanen Yehui, who knew him well, immediately understood that he was planning to swindle someone again.

After Yue Zhengyu had announced his background, Yuanen Yehui had originally planned to step forward and stop Ling Luo, unwilling for him to offend such a major power on her behalf. But she silently stopped herself.

With the boss's personality, and that expression on his face, she probably did not need to worry that he would act impulsively against his own interests.

Le Fei did not understand Ling Luo's personality.

Seeing Ling Luo's warm smile, he relaxed slightly.

He really was just a young man. If they gave him some face, this matter should be easy to resolve.

With that thought, Le Fei let out a quiet sigh of relief.

They had been in the wrong from the start.

After all, Yue Zhengyu had indeed been the one to provoke Yuanen Yehui first.

Although that girl possessed a Fallen Angel Martial Soul, they had no proof that she met the standards of an Evil Soul Master.

Naturally, Le Fei hoped this could be resolved peacefully.

"Indeed. This old man is Le Fei of the Holy Angel Family. I have also dealt with your sister, Ya Li."

"Come to think of it, both our families possess angel-type Martial Souls. Perhaps we even share some bloodline connection from our ancestors."

Seeing the atmosphere ease, Le Fei deliberately mentioned Ya Li and angel-type Martial Souls in an attempt to close the distance.

Having spent so many years in the Soul Master World, Le Fei was an old fox who was extremely practiced in such tactics.

If it had been some ordinary, inexperienced Soul Master as innocent and clear-eyed as a college student, he might have been talked around immediately and simply laughed off their grievances.

But Ling Luo was not.

They had done something unreasonable, yet they wanted to brush it aside with a few words. There was no such easy bargain in this world.

"Since that is the case, let us settle an account."

Ling Luo spoke with a light smile.

His emerald eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a hint of unsettling cunning.

Le Fei's heart skipped a beat.

Something was wrong.

According to his expectations, should Ling Luo not have generously declared the matter settled?

Why was there still an account to settle?

Still, Le Fei forced himself to say:

"Please speak, Young Master."

"Very good. I can see that you and the Holy Angel Family are certainly reasonable people, Seniors. You surely would not deny a debt to a junior like me."

As Ling Luo spoke, he raised Le Fei and the Holy Angel Family up another notch, placing them in a position where they could neither advance nor retreat.

"Your family's young master provoked one of my people for no reason and caused her tremendous psychological trauma. It is not excessive to ask for some emotional compensation, is it?"

Psychological trauma?!

Le Fei grumbled inwardly, but outwardly he nodded in agreement.

"What compensation does Young Master wish for?"

Ling Luo said nothing and instead looked at Yuanen Yehui. "Yehui, what compensation do you want?"

Having worked under him for three years, Yuanen Yehui immediately understood. He wanted her to extort them!

She was familiar with this!

Yuanen Yehui revealed her little miser nature.

She deliberately put on a pitiful expression.

"Boss, I don't know either. I've already been troubled lately over materials for my Battle Armor, and I was feeling so depressed. Then this happened too. I really..."

Yuanen Yehui sniffled twice at just the right moment, seeming especially aggrieved.

Her tearful, pitiful appearance made Ling Luo silently give her a thumbs-up.

Le Fei's brow twitched. How could he not know that Yuanen Yehui was acting?

But he still had to force himself to say:

"The Holy Angel Family is willing to provide Miss with a complete set of materials for a Two-word Battle Armor as compensation."

"Hm?" Ling Luo raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Three-word Battle Armor!" Le Fei hurriedly corrected himself.

At the same time, his heart was bleeding.

A complete set of materials for a Three-word Battle Armor!

Even for the wealthy Holy Angel Family, that was no small sum.

Le Fei had no choice. Their young master was in the wrong, and the other side's background was an iron plate.