The two guards beside the prince looked furious.
If they had not known they were no match for Wang Sheng, they probably would already have lunged forward and started fighting!
How dare he humiliate their prince to his face like this?
The prince, however, looked completely unconcerned, as if he had not heard it at all.
With a smile on his face, he slowly walked toward the restaurant where Wang Sheng was.
When he and the two guards arrived in front of the restaurant, they stopped.
Very politely, he asked, "Sorry to disturb you, sir Title, but may this humble prince come in and speak with you?"
Wang Sheng picked at his teeth and said casually, "We've finished eating anyway, so it doesn't count as a disturbance!"
After Wang Sheng finished speaking, he sized up this prince.
He was probably around forty, with a broad square face, sword-like brows, and a high nose bridge.
He gave off the impression of a burly man from the northeast.
The prince was also sizing up Wang Sheng, and the more he looked, the more shocked he felt.
No matter how he looked at him, he seemed only in his early twenties!
And he was already a Title Douluo?
Although the other party's casual strike had only been barely blocked by the three of them working together.
He had to be a Title Douluo, without a doubt.
But he still found it somewhat hard to believe, even though they had already experienced the strength of this young Title Douluo before.
Because he was too young. Truly far too young.
"A prince!"
Teng Zifeng was somewhat unable to react. Compared to a Spirit Douluo or a Title Douluo...
He was even more shocked by this identity. One had to know that, for an ordinary little