The Son of the Cannon

The white youth's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, a mixture of embarrassment and fear. He could naturally hear the sarcasm in Xiao Fan's tone.

But the corpses beneath his feet constantly reminded him that the team before him was incredibly powerful and not one he could afford to provoke.

Although most of the people in this gathering place were foreign players like him, he didn't dare to gamble at all.

At this distance, given the abilities of this Dragon Nation player, he could definitely kill him before anyone else could make a move.

"What do you want?" the white youth asked Xiao Fan, his voice strained.

Xiao Fan looked at the white youth with a calm expression, shrugged casually, and spoke in a light tone.

"Simple. Just kneel down in public and kowtow a thousand times, making sure your voice is clear and your attitude is sincere. Then go to the World Channel and spam 'We White Nation are trash' a thousand times. Once you've done that, I'll let bygones be bygones. How about it?"

Humiliation! Utter humiliation!

The surrounding air froze instantly. The color drained from the white youth's face, replaced by overwhelming rage.

He clenched his fists tightly, glaring at Xiao Fan through gritted teeth, and warned sharply, "I advise you not to go too far! Do you know who I am? My father is the universally acknowledged number one warrior in the White Nation, Cannon! If you dare to treat me like this, he will definitely not let you off!"

When talking about his father, the young white man deliberately raised his voice, his tone filled with pride.

He was different from those other players from the Dragon Nation; no one cared even if he died.

His father was not only the strongest man in the White Nation, but also a figure of great renown in the three countries.

"Cannon?"

Xiao Fan frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

He vaguely recognized the name, but couldn't quite place it for the moment.

The white youth standing nearby took in Xiao Fan's silence and instantly misunderstood his meaning.

He assumed that Xiao Fan was intimidated by his father's name and was therefore afraid of him.

The fear that had been weighing on his heart vanished instantly, and a smug look spread across his face. He even straightened his back a little more subconsciously.

"That's right! My father is Cannon, the strongest warrior in the White Nation!"

He spoke with unwavering confidence, his gaze returning to Xiao Fan: "Let me tell you, I am my father's only child, and I have been spoiled rotten by him. If any of you dare to lay a finger on me today, and anger my father, he will absolutely not let any of you off! Just wait for my father's revenge!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at the cold corpse at his feet, then swept his gaze over the group of Dragon Nation players with their imposing auras and indifferent eyes, and instantly realized that he was still at a disadvantage, and his life was still in their hands.

The arrogance that had just surged vanished instantly, the forceful tone softened considerably, and a hasty defensive stance was adopted.

"Actually, this wasn't really our fault. In the end, it was your Dragon Nation players who started the trouble. If your people hadn't been gossiping and mocking us behind our backs, and I hadn't overheard it, I wouldn't have stepped forward to argue, and the subsequent conflict wouldn't have happened."

After finishing his sentence, the young white man cautiously glanced at Xiao Fan's expression. Seeing that Xiao Fan's face was calm and showed no sign of joy or anger, the young man became even more uneasy. He quickly lowered his tone and added, "Of course, we also acted impulsively after the incident."

"How about this, I'll apologize to you, and we'll pretend this never happened?"

Listening to the white youth's words, Xiao Fan's vague memories suddenly cleared, and he finally remembered the origin of the name "Cannon".

The undisputed number one powerhouse in the White Nation, previously on par with Jian Qingfeng, one of the four Heaven-Tier Skill holders, and a top-tier expert standing at the very top of the player pyramid.

The Dragon Nation players who had been humiliated earlier changed their expressions drastically upon hearing the other party's identity—that he was the only son of the Cannon —and felt a deep sense of fear and panic.

Although the player named Cannon is a foreigner, his formidable reputation has already spread throughout the entire Game Forum, and all players have heard of him.

He is said to have an extremely fiery and fierce temperament, act domineeringly and stubbornly, and be fiercely protective of his own.

Anyone who offends his relatives and subordinates often suffers a miserable fate with almost no chance of redemption.

Thinking of this, the hearts of the several Dragon Nation players sank completely.

They were just ordinary players, without any background or strength, and simply couldn't withstand the retaliation of this Heaven Rank Heavenly Realm expert.

More importantly, they would never let their behind-the-scenes criticism implicate their righteous and righteous compatriots, causing him to needlessly create such a terrifying and formidable enemy.

Overwhelmed by immense pressure and guilt, the group quickly stepped forward, shielding Xiao Fan with anxious and earnest expressions.

"Dude, let's just forget about it, really let it go!"

"There's no need to argue anymore. Let's just do as he says, apologize, and that'll be the end of it."

One of them gritted his teeth, filled with remorse, and took the initiative to admit his mistake. "He's right. We were indeed in the wrong at first. It was our gossip behind our backs that led to the subsequent conflict."

The white youth standing nearby watched as several Dragon Nation players took the initiative to apologize and admit their mistakes, a hint of undisguised smugness flashing across his eyes as he sneered inwardly.

In the White Nation server, relying on his father's overwhelming reputation for Cannon, he has always acted recklessly. Ordinary players don't even dare to confront or argue with him, let alone provoke him.

Even after the servers were merged, his father, Cannon, had already fallen to outside the top 50 in overall combat power rankings. However, looking at the entire server, he was still a top-tier player who consistently ranked at the top of the leaderboard, far superior to those unknown ordinary players.

As long as you don't deliberately provoke players with deep resources and terrifying backgrounds, the vast majority of ordinary players are easy to handle, aren't they?

He only bowed his head and showed weakness tonight because the situation was unfavorable to him; otherwise, he would never have apologized to these Dragon Nation players whom he despised from the bottom of his heart.

These people are just ordinary players; they don't deserve for him to lower himself to admit his mistakes.

"These guys are right, it was all a misunderstanding. I was just joking with everyone."

The young white gentleman bowed and smiled as he spoke, but in his heart he secretly harbored deep resentment towards Xiao Fan and his group.

"Hmph. Just wait. When my father returns after finishing his business, I will settle accounts for today's humiliation."

The young white man scoffed inwardly.

He will not let any of those who have made him lose face and been forced to submit get away with it; he will make them pay a heavy price.

Seeing that Xiao Fan remained silent, the white youth assumed that he had given in and put on what he thought was a friendly smile.

"Haha, it's all cleared up now. From now on, we're all brothers on the same server. By the way, may I ask this brother's surname?"

The white youth looked at Xiao Fan, wondering about his identity.

Logically speaking, someone as talented as him shouldn't remain unknown.

He should ask around before seeking revenge, otherwise he might offend the wrong person.