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The beautiful young Angela was also gripping the edge of the bed tightly, her clear, limpid eyes filled with heartrending anxiety. She thought, Poor Alexander, could he have become a fool from the fall? He was intellectually disabled before, but he was never like this, unable to say a single word...
Just then-
"Alexander, I heard you were injured in a fall. Haha, I came to see you..."
A voice that made no attempt to hide its schadenfreude rang out brazenly from outside the hall. Angela and little Loli Jima both turned pale. Sun Fei looked up and saw a round "ball of flesh," as fat as a pig, roll in through the main doors.
"Gejir, what are you doing here?"
The gentle, black-haired beauty Angela put away her smile and stood up, asking him coldly.
Clearly, this pig of a fatty was not very popular.
"Haha, beautiful Angela, what do you mean by that? Am I not welcome? I heard my good friend Alexander was hurt, so I hurried over to see him. What's wrong with that?"
As the damned fatty named Gejir spoke, he pushed his way to the bedside without another word and plopped himself down on the bed.
"How dare you, Gejir! How dare you sit on His Majesty's bed?" The little golden-haired maid Jima's face turned icy as she joined Angela in scolding him.
The fatty snorted and glanced at the little golden-haired Loli.
His eyes flashed with undisguised malice and lust. He licked his thick lower lip and said, "Lowly slave, get out of my way. You'll have your turn to cry..." With that, he turned and looked Sun Fei up and down as he lay on the bed. He looked less like a man examining a friend's injuries than a lofty master inspecting his pet.
Sun Fei was staring at the fatty too.
He easily detected all sorts of negative feelings in the fatty's eyes: intense, undisguised disdain, contempt, mockery, and ridicule.
Sun Fei was a little puzzled and couldn't help thinking, Is this damned fat pig really Alexander's friend? He's so ugly, yet he dares to look down at a king like that? Could he have some powerful background too?
As he was thinking, the fatty Gejir suddenly reached out a large, greasy hand and pinched Sun Fei's cheek with his carrot-like fingers as though squeezing a ball.
It looked like the fatty had long been accustomed to doing this.
"Alexander, it looks like you're not badly hurt after all. Hehe, I've invited a few distinguished guests this afternoon. Sorry for the trouble, but how about going to relax with them?"
The fatty chuckled.
He squeezed Sun Fei's cheek hard, then patted it with moderate force, his face full of mockery.
Gejir enjoyed this feeling-the feeling of freely toying with a king.
He really couldn't understand how an idiot like Alexander had become king. He was seventeen but had the intelligence of a three-year-old. Why did the Creator God favor this little idiot so much?
But before the fatty's mocking smile could fully bloom, something no one had expected happened-
Smack!
A loud, vicious slap.
The fatty covered his face in disbelief. A bright red handprint stood out clearly on his greasy face, like a freshly painted design.
Angela and the little maid Jima, who had been uneasy since the fatty appeared, were completely stunned.
They could hardly believe what they had seen.
Alexander, the intellectually disabled idiot who had always been bullied, had actually raised a hand and slapped Gejir? How was that possible? At the same time, the two girls felt a faint rush of satisfaction. They had put up with that damned fat pig Gejir for a long time too, and Alexander's slap had been truly gratifying.
"You... you dare hit me?"
"You fucking fat pig, if you dare put your disgusting fat trotter on my face again, I'll find a dinosaur to fuck your chrysanthemum..." Sun Fei sneered at the fatty. Whatever the case, the damned fatty had annoyed him, and Sun Fei had never been polite to anyone who annoyed him.
The damned fatty froze, and the muscles on his face began to tremble. He was furious, shocked, and unable to believe it: How dare this idiot with the intelligence of a three- or four-year-old hit me? And how dare he say something like that?
The fatty pointed at Sun Fei, at a loss for what to do. His whole mass of flesh shook and quivered like someone in the middle of an epileptic seizure; all he lacked was foam at the mouth.
"You damned wimp, you actually dared hit me?" the fatty roared over and over.
Sun Fei remained half-reclined on the bed and did not answer again. He was gathering his strength.
This damned fatty actually dared roar in the king's hall, yet none of the guards who logically should have appeared promptly had shown up. That gave Sun Fei a hint of doubt. Could this damned fat pig really have such a powerful background that even the king could do nothing to him?
As he was thinking, the provoked fatty seemed to finally make up his mind. He rolled up his sleeves and charged over viciously... It looked like the damned fatty was going to do something.
"How dare you!" Angela's face was icy. "Genil, you're merely a clerk's son. How dare you show such disrespect to the king?"
Seeing the fatty turn savage like a bear in heat, Angela and Jima cried out angrily and rushed over in some alarm, desperately trying to hold the damned fat pig back. They were clearly trying to protect Sun Fei.
But how could two smaller women be a match for this 1.7-meter-tall fat pig?
Smack!
The fatty, furious and humiliated, ruthlessly struck Jima across the face with a backhand slap, sending the little golden-haired Loli flying. Her delicate little face immediately swelled up like a steamed bun, and tears streamed down it, making her a pitiful sight.
Then the fatty, driven mad by the provocation, grabbed Angela's fair, smooth wrist. Sneering, he brought his greasy, disgusting fat face close to her soft, white, swanlike neck and sniffed with an affected air of enjoyment. He shot Sun Fei a provocative glance and leered. "Beautiful Angela, how could an intellectually disabled idiot like Alexander, with the intelligence of a three- or four-year-old, possibly deserve someone as noble and beautiful as you? Look for yourself. Does he look even a little like a king? How long has it been since he inherited the throne? Chambord City is already in chaos, and a group of enemies from who knows where have come knocking at its gates... Hehe, you'd be better off marrying me..."
As the fatty held Angela's wrist, its warmth and softness stirred his heart and kindled his lust. Forgetting for the moment that he was in the palace, he opened his mouth and leaned in...
Just then-
Bang!
A metal helmet slammed into his forehead.
The blow was vicious and sudden. The damned fat pig, absorbed in lust, had no time to react. Blood immediately spattered from his chestnut-haired head. He screamed, involuntarily released Angela with his fat hand, and fell to one side in a daze.
After Angela turned and saw what had happened, she was completely dumbfounded and stood there blankly.
At some point, Sun Fei had picked up the helmet, now slightly dented from the blow. Holding it like a brick, he stood on the bed, pointed down at the fatty's nose, and cursed him out. "You dare touch my woman? You dare order me around? Are you fucking blind, you damned fat pig? You're just a clerk's son, so who the hell do you think you are, putting on airs and daring to disrespect me, your king? I'll beat you until you can't take care of yourself, fuck your second uncle!"
What a thoroughly satisfying tirade it was.
As Sun Fei cursed, he secretly thought, Fuck, that bastard almost had me fooled just now. I thought he was some big shot, but he's just a fucking idiot official's son. I'm a king, for heaven's sake. Can't I finish you off? Oh, right, I wonder if kings in this world refer to themselves as "zhen"?
For a moment, the whole hall was so quiet that a pin dropping to the floor could have been heard.
Shock and disbelief were written all over Angela's and Jima's beautiful little faces. What was happening? How was this possible? Like startled fawns, the two beautiful girls stared at Sun Fei with wide, round eyes, their mouths unwittingly forming big O's. Alexander, who had been intellectually disabled for seventeen years and had always obeyed Gejir... seemed to have changed!
The fatty Germa, lying on the floor like a dead pig, was also completely stunned.
Alexander had suddenly become unfamiliar to him, as if he were a different person. That slap and the blow with the metal helmet had been vicious, making him seem like a complete desperado. The damned fatty was a little afraid.
After a while, the fatty finally recovered somewhat.
He thought about his purpose in coming to the palace this time.
He decided to throw caution to the wind.
He stretched out a fat hand.
A strange and mysterious incantation drifted from the fatty's mouth.
A ball of bright red flame was slowly forming in his hand, and a scorching heat began to spread silently through the hall.
The fat on his face trembled, and he regained some courage. He sneered viciously, "King? Ha! Apart from a foolish, self-important idiot like you, who in Chambord City still thinks of you as king? You actually dared hit me? Hehe, Alexander, you're about to witness the wrath of a noble mage!"
Sun Fei was still standing on the bed, striking a pose.
His gaze sharpened, and his pupils contracted slightly. A m-mage? What the fuck? This damned fatty who loves showing off is a fucking mage? And he looks like he knows what he's doing. Fuck, what am I supposed to do now? Impulsiveness is the devil. If I'd known, I would have talked things over instead of rushing to hit him...
Sun Fei's eyes began darting around.
He looked at the increasingly scorching fireball in Gejir's hand, then at the dented helmet in his own. At a loss for words, he thought, If we're going to duel, you could at least give me a sword... After a pause, Sun Fei suddenly bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Guards... guards! Somebody, quickly! There's an assassin! Someone's trying to murder the king!"
"It's no use! Hehe."
The damned fat pig laughed disdainfully, stopping just short of saying something unsuitable for children, "Little lady, you can scream your throat raw and nobody will come." Then, with an imposing wave of his hand, the fist-sized fireball whistled toward Sun Fei's handsome face like a bullet fired from a gun.
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