Kallenbirr’s confidence soared upon hearing Bieber’s words, thinking he might even get lucky.
“Marquis Bieber, allow me to take you there. Please don’t forget me then,” Kallenbirr said with a fawning expression.
Bieber, being as cunning as they come, knew exactly what Kallenbirr was thinking. He chuckled, “Didn’t you say there were a few? Let’s all have fun together.”
Delyss Anna, standing behind Bieber, showed no reaction, as if she found such arrangements perfectly acceptable. Perhaps she was too accustomed to it.
“This way, I’ll lead you,” Kallenbirr bowed and guided Bieber towards Charlene.
After Yinglun Peter had Kallenbirr leave, he returned to his seat and said to Charlene, “Lin’er, it’s quiet now. After we finish eating, I’ll take you to the fourth floor. The fourth floor is for the auction.”
“An auction?” Charlene inquired curiously.
“Yes, a world-renowned auction house is on the fourth floor here,” Yinglun Peter confirmed with a nod.
“Alright, let’s go take a look,” Charlene nodded.
The group continued to chat and laugh, thoroughly enjoying their meal.
“Esteemed ladies, allow me to disturb you once more.” Bieber was accompanied by Kallenbirr, and this time he was full of confidence, his tone considerably louder.
Everyone turned to look at the old man who had approached them again, accompanied by a man and a woman. They couldn't help but frown.
They didn’t recognize the man, but they did recognize the woman – Delyss Anna, Qin Dou’s dream goddess.
As everyone frowned, Yinglun Peter spoke, “Bieber, this is not a place you should be.”
Bieber then glanced to the side and realized he recognized the speaker. It was the grandson of Duke Peter. He had been focused on the beauties earlier and hadn’t noticed him.
Bieber smiled courteously and said, “Young Peter, why do you say I cannot be here? Are there any places in Great Britain that I, Bieber, cannot go?”
Bieber, looking at Yinglun Peter, was full of confidence and unconcerned about pursuing the Eastern women.
Yinglun Peter had a grandfather who was a Duke, but he also had an uncle who was a Prince. His family connections were extensive, and he was distantly related to the royal family, which explained why he was granted the title of Marquis at such a young age.
Yinglun Peter, on the other hand, had no noble title and was merely a young noble lord.
Although Bieber’s uncle was not a blood relative, his family had ties to the royal family. Coupled with his uncle being a person of special status, he was ennobled as a Prince by Great Britain.
Seeing Bieber’s words, Yinglun Peter narrowed his eyes, thinking this was a self-inflicted wound.
It served him right for planning to show off. If it were in the past, Yinglun Peter would have given Bieber some face, but now, what if his uncle came?
“Heh… I’ll give you three seconds to reconsider. Either be thrown out, or leave with this old man.”
Yinglun Peter chuckled, his tone slightly cold. As he spoke these words, he felt a surge of exhilaration; showing off felt truly wonderful.
As for this 'heh' tone, he had learned it from the National Little King, and when he did it, it carried a mocking nuance, which was particularly pleasing at this moment.
Bieber’s expression faltered. Yinglun Peter’s words clearly caught him off guard. He never expected Yinglun Peter to dare speak to him like that.
“Three, two, one. Time’s up, and I don’t need to consider,” Bieber arrogantly counted down the seconds, completely disregarding Yinglun Peter’s words. He then turned to Charlene and the others, saying gentlemanly, “Ladies, choosing a powerful person will make your stay in Great Britain much more enjoyable.”
“Idiot,” the National Little King scoffed.
Yinglun Peter had given Bieber a chance, but since he didn’t take it, he deserved what was coming to him.
Yinglun Peter stomped his foot, leaped off the sofa, and walked towards Bieber. He raised his hand and slapped him.
The slap came so quickly that Bieber didn’t even have time to react. He stumbled and crashed into Kallenbirr, who was watching the scene, and they both fell to the ground.
Delyss Anna, standing nearby, gaped in disbelief.
Seeing her mouth open so wide, Qin Dou felt a surge of nausea.
Was this truly his dream goddess from before?
It looked like she could fit three sausages in her mouth at once.
“Idiot, am I giving you too much face?” Yinglun Peter pointed at Bieber, who had been knocked to the ground, and berated him.
He had given Bieber three seconds to consider, but that was just for appearances. He knew Bieber wouldn't leave.
Besides, if he left, how would Yinglun Peter get to show off?
He had been a tool for half a year, and it was time for him to shine.
Everyone had come to Great Britain, and Yinglun Peter had been excited since he landed, eagerly anticipating this moment.
He wouldn’t give face to anyone, not even the Queen.
Now, Bieber, relying on his family’s influence, had practically offered himself up to be slapped. If he didn’t do it, Yinglun Peter would feel like a failure.
The commotion quickly drew everyone’s attention, and they began to gather around.
Observing Bieber on the ground, his face contorted with anger, people began to point and whisper.
One was the grandson of Duke Dula, and the other was a young Marquis from the Frank family. This promised to be interesting.
“Marquis Bieber, are you alright?” The manager of the reception, accompanied by security guards, hurried over, helped Bieber up, and asked with concern.
“Get lost! It doesn’t matter who comes today; I’ll kill this dog right here,” Bieber refused the help and forcefully pushed the manager away.
The manager looked somewhat wronged and turned to Yinglun Peter, trying to persuade him, “Young Master Peter, please forget it. Don’t cause trouble here; it won’t look good for any of you.”
“It’s none of your business. You can just watch from the side. I want to see how he plans to kill me today,” Yinglun Peter waved his hand at the manager.
“Hiss…”
Seeing this, the National Little King let out a wolf whistle, not one to shy away from trouble.
“Fine, today, you, and those Eastern women, none of you will leave,” Bieber declared, then pulled out his phone.
He intended to call for backup. If he couldn’t handle them himself, he’d call others to do it.
Standing in the back of the crowd, Dark Spirit asked Hughes King, “Should we intervene?”
“Are you crazy? Why would you intervene for these mortals? Only when Aunt Charlene finishes watching the show and can no longer control the situation should we step in. Do you understand the concept of showing off?”
“If you go over there and stop this now, who will put on the play afterward? You think you can take responsibility if Auntie isn’t happy?” Hughes King asked Dark Spirit with a scolding tone.
Dark Spirit had never shown off like this before and lacked the experience.
“Heh heh… I was just asking because I didn’t understand,” Dark Spirit chuckled.
“Look at Long Aotian sitting there eating. That should tell you something. Learn from him. How else do you expect to follow the master?”
Hughes King lectured Dark Spirit, wondering what the point of living so long in Thailand was for this guy.