Upon stepping onto the second floor, Sun Fei couldn't help but chuckle. He saw four unfortunate souls, their faces bruised and swollen, bound together with ropes made of magical beast rubber bands.
These four were the merchant guild guards sent by Bramovich to protect Jessica. Their strength was at most Four-Star Class, clearly no match for the mysterious man upstairs who could command Eight-Star Class experts at will. It seemed that after a brief resistance, they were knocked down and tied up. Fortunately, their opponent did not take their lives.
On the other side, a burly man wielding a strange curved knife exuded a dangerous aura and was looking at Sun Fei and Heskey in astonishment. Clearly, it was this man who had just drawn his knife and unleashed that deadly glint of light.
Sun Fei's furrowed brows relaxed.
This person is not from Chambord City.
Moreover, judging from his attire—lantern-like trousers, an open outer shirt with gray and white stripes, a small round hat, a pale yellow beard, and deep brown eyes—he didn't even seem to be from the Zenit Empire. He appeared to be a newcomer who had only recently arrived in Chambord City.
"Damn it, kill those two lowly country bumpkins!"
Deep inside the room, a young man with long, curly black hair, dressed in fine clothes and adorned with jewels, was laughing and talking to Jessica. Hearing footsteps approaching, he glanced at Sun Fei and Heskey with an impatient expression, as if looking at two corpses, and said indifferently.
Even if Heskey were a fool, he would know at this point that he couldn't solve this problem. He obediently stood aside. With His Majesty the King here, he didn't need to worry at all about what these arrogant outsiders could do to his precious sister.
However, that Eight-Star Class expert dared not make a rash move.
He had previously unleashed a powerful attack, but it was easily neutralized silently and effortlessly by someone using some unknown method.
He knew one of the two men was a master, but he couldn't tell which one had deflected his attack. Judging from appearance and physique, the burly, dark-skinned man who came up first seemed more like the master, but this burly man only appeared to have Two-Star Class Dou Qi level...
The impetuous young guard who had initially tried to follow Sun Fei shouted, "Hey, pretty boy, I know you're a professor at the Civil and Martial University, maybe you have some skills, but let me warn you, these people are no ordinary folks. You can't handle them alone. Go and fetch your King Alexander! Tell him his lover has been harassed, and tell him to come quickly!"
"Pretty boy?" Sun Fei almost spat out his drink, thinking to himself, "Do I really look like a pretty boy?"
On second thought, it's understandable. Every time I come, I've concealed my identity, and the atmosphere has been somewhat ambiguous. It's normal for the guards to misunderstand. But what were they saying again? The King of Chambord's woman was being harassed? Could it be...?
Sun Fei was quick-witted and immediately understood the meaning behind the guards' words.
To be honest, His Majesty the King had heard some rumors before, but he never expected them to spread to this extent. Even Jessica's guards believed that Jessica was their mistress. This was truly... Sun Fei couldn't help but smile wryly!
Subconsciously, Sun Fei glanced at Jessica, who was being blocked by the young, sinister man. He found this stunningly beautiful young woman looking at him with a blush, her eyes sparkling, her eyebrows delicate and her lips red. For some reason, Sun Fei's heart skipped a beat. The word 'mistress' instantly flashed into His King's mind. If this pure yet alluring young woman was really his mistress... Amitabha, what a sin!
"Ha! The King of Chambord's woman? So she's nothing more than a caged canary, pretending to be a lady with me? Bah!" The sinister young man's face showed surprise upon hearing the guard's words, followed by a surge of rage. His last shred of patience vanished instantly, and the feigned gentleness in Jessica eyes was gone. He sneered, "However, stealing a King's lover, hehe, quite interesting. Why don't I return you to that damned King Alexander after I've had my fill of you..."
The four guards, their faces bruised and swollen from being beaten, looked at the sinister young man with pity. Where did this country bumpkin come from? He's practically a death wish, tired of living! He's never even heard of the King of Chambord, yet he dares to run wild in Chambord City? Trying to steal a woman from the murderous King of Chambord?
Prayers, you poor thing, death has already opened its arms to you!
Heskey and Jessica were both furious and about to say something when Sun Fei gave them a look. Without a word, he walked straight over, nodded to Jessica, looked at the sinister young man, and asked, "Are you also from the Soros Chamber of Commerce of Commerce?"
Sun Fei noticed that the open hem of the shirt worn by the young man and the Eight-Star Class guard beside him bore the insignia of a branch of the Soros Chamber of Commerce, but it was clearly not a branch of the Soros Chamber of Commerce belonging to the Zenit Empire.
"Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me like that?" The sinister young man had a fairly handsome face, but his violent and arrogant temperament ruined everything, making him repulsive. He pointed at Sun Fei and cursed him furiously, while his bodyguard, Chek, glared at him and said, "What's going on? Don't you listen to me anymore? Kill these two bastards..."
The words abruptly stopped there, like a rooster that had been swaggering around being choked.
The sinister-looking man stared at Sun Fei in horror, for it was Sun Fei who had impatiently waved his hand, and he had suddenly become speechless.
"If he won't tell, you tell him!" Sun Fei turned to the eight- Star-Rank Warrior and calmly said, "Tell me, which empire's merchant guild branch do you come from?"
"I... we come from the Villarreal Empire..." The Eight-Star Class burly warrior dared not be stubborn anymore. At this moment, he was sweating profusely. When Sun Fei glanced at him, he felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his back. He couldn't even move a finger, let alone swing his sword.
Seeing the other party's nonchalant demeanor, they finally realized they had bitten off more than they could chew, encountering a formidable expert. They no longer cared why such a small indigenous nation would possess such a master; their only thought was to save their own lives. Their faces no longer dared to show any arrogance, and they answered obediently, asking, "Sir... who are you... our... my young master didn't know you were here... we have been very rude, please... please forgive us..."
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