Below the theater stage, the tea table and chairs were crushed to pieces by a single sword strike, leaving wood splinters scattered across the ground.
Zhou Congcong fell ignominiously to the ground. A pot of tea drenched his Slick-coated hair, leaving him looking like a drowned rat; crumbs of pastries stained his neat military uniform, making him look utterly bedraggled.
At the same time, the two elders who had struck Ren Ye as dangerous stepped in front of Zhou Congcong, one on each side, powerful Star Source Fluctuations emanating from their bodies.
"K-kill him!"
As everyone knew, Brother Congcong cared nothing for beauties or gold and silver. What he loved most was his pride, yet Ren Ye had stripped him of every shred of dignity before everyone's eyes. It was truly hateful.
Whoosh!
When the surrounding guests saw a fight breaking out, with the Zhou Family's young master at its center, they immediately rose and scattered as though fleeing a plague, keeping well away.
On the theater stage, the gongs and drums fell silent, and several celebrated Peking opera performers from the surrounding villages withdrew.
A perfectly good private opera performance had finally turned into a massive village brawl after Ren Ye forcibly overturned the table.
"How dare you!"
Amid the commotion, Wang Lili's shrill, displeased voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone looked over to see her staring fixedly at Ren Ye, her delicate body trembling with anger. "My father's birthday is approaching, and guests have gathered from far and wide. Our Wang Family has treated everyone with courtesy throughout! Yet a lowly servant like you dared injure Brother Zhou in public. You truly have a death wish. You've gone too far in insulting our Wang Family!"
Ren Ye looked at her, unable for the moment to get a read on