Seeing King Hughes approaching, Kane was truly panicked this time.
Kane was considered a powerhouse in Great Britain, and although not as famous as Dulapid, he was still a renowned strongman.
Of course, he was far inferior to King Hughes. Furthermore, King Hughes had initiated the sneak attack, and Kane quickly lost his combat ability.
As for the current Dulapid, there was no comparison; Dulapid could lie on the ground and let Kane strike him three times first.
Kane couldn't inflict any damage on Dulapid.
A strongman is highly sensitive to the threat of death. He felt the oppressive aura of death and exclaimed in shock, "King Hughes, this is Great Britain. If you kill me, you'll never be able to leave Great Britain."
Kane's tone began to carry a hint of warning mixed with pleading.
Regardless of who it was, when facing death, the mind would involuntarily succumb to fear.
Even the most defiant Kane moments ago was now flustered and panicked.
"I come and go as I please. Do you dare to stop me?" King Hughes sneered, completely unfazed.
This was confidence derived from strength, and more so, as an American, Great Britain was their dog. A dog barking defiantly was just making noise, not daring to bite its master.
"You haven't reached a point where high-tech weapons can't kill you. Don't make a mistake," Kane still wanted to try persuading King Hughes.
"In your next life, choose more wisely. Even if what you say is true, you won't be able to see it," King Hughes shook his head, then continued, "Also, don't think too highly of yourself. Your death is just a death. Your Great Britain won't use your life to cause irreparable losses between the two countries. Die."
Kane knew King Hughes was speaking the truth. If he were truly killed by King Hughes, it would simply be a death.
He wouldn't believe that Great Britain would dare to break ties with the United States over his death.
Absolutely not.
Seeing the palm King Hughes sent towards him, Kane instinctively ducked backward, trying to evade the fatal blow.
"Wait." Suddenly, someone called out.
King Hughes paused his move and turned to look at Zhou Gangyi, who had just spoken.
Kane had already closed his eyes, resigned to his fate. The sudden interruption of King Hughes' action reignited a flicker of survival in his heart.
"Isn't he a prince of Great Britain? Or a noble from some 'Buddha' family? Doesn't he have royal blood flowing through him? We can show him a path to survival," Zhou Gangyi said calmly.
He wanted to humiliate these kinds of people – self-important, arrogant, believing in their noble blood.
Death might be a release for them, but such people needed to be thoroughly trampled and their dignity shattered.
King Hughes glanced at Shalin, who nodded.
After receiving Shalin's affirmation, King Hughes stepped aside.
"Come," Zhou Gangyi beckoned to Kane.
Kane felt as if he had been granted a reprieve and quickly scrambled over.
"I'll give you a chance to live. Nod if you want it, shake your head if you don't. We Chinese never force others to do things they dislike; we win people over with virtue," Zhou Gangyi said slowly as he looked at Kane.
Kane would agree to anything now as long as he could live. He had just faced death and was terrified. To hell with dignity; what dignity was there without life?
Upon hearing Zhou Gangyi's words, Kane nodded heavily.
He didn't want to die; he wanted to live.
With his status and position, enjoying life freely every day, who would want to die?
Only someone with a broken mind would want to die.
Seeing Kane nod, Zhou Gangyi said, "Kneel and kowtow to each of us ten times, and say you are a coward, a son of a bitch. Also, from now on, whenever you see a Chinese person, you must consciously bow and salute. If I find out you haven't done so, I will take your life in the future."
Zhou Gangyi's words were truly insidious.
This utterly trampled on Kane's pride in his noble blood and struck at his arrogant heart.
Kane himself was stunned.
He had just come in saying that Bieber had embarrassed the family and their noble prestige. Now, his own actions were even more disgraceful than Bieber's.
At this moment, Kane hesitated. After all, he was a noble with status. Although he was afraid, when it came to dignity, which was more important than life, his mind naturally had to undergo a series of considerations.
If he had agreed immediately, he would have been no different from a walking corpse.
"King Hughes, please strike again. Clearly, Prince Kane is a man with backbone. We should go with the flow and press our advantage," Zhou Gangyi said before returning to his seat.
King Hughes heard this and stepped forward. Seeing King Hughes approach again, Kane's eyes filled with a desperate desire to live, and he shouted, "Wait."
Zhou Gangyi's lips curved into a smile. He had already anticipated this outcome.
Westerners were like this: outwardly tough, arrogant, and blindly self-conceited. But when they truly encountered a strong opponent, their supposed dignity would be cast aside and trampled underfoot.
"Prince Kane, have you considered? You are a prince," Zhou Gangyi prompted, his words like hidden knives.
"No need to consider. I'll do it right away," Kane said, immediately kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to Zhou Gangyi repeatedly.
Then, he moved to kowtow to another person, constantly exclaiming, "I am a coward, a son of a bitch."
"It's New Year's, and you're kowtowing. It would feel wrong not to give you a red envelope," the National Little King said with a smile, watching Prince Kane kowtow.
Today was the Western Christmas, their New Year.
"I have a coin here," Qin Wen fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a coin, still slightly warm.
"Give it to me," the National Little King extended his hand.
Qin Wen handed it over. The National Little King took the coin and tossed it onto the ground, saying, "It's the New Year. Since there's no red envelope, this will have to do."
Jingling…
The sound of the coin hitting the ground impacted everyone's hearts.
This was another humiliation, a brutal trampling of these Westerners' dignity.
Kane was already in such a state; what further insult could matter?
After all, if you're covered in shit, what difference does another turd make?
Zhou Gangyi and the others acted this way, and no one felt discomfort. It was an eye for an eye. These people had treated others this way before.
Now, they were being made to taste the bitterness of humiliation.
This was to teach them a lesson: the Chinese were not to be provoked. The sleeping dragon of the past had long awakened, and it was no longer an era of being bullied.
Silence fell over the entire hall, so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Some even felt ashamed.
However, one person was an exception, and that was Bieber.
Watching his uncle behave this way, he felt much better. They were all in the same boat; no one had the right to criticize the other.
In the silent hall, a voice suddenly broke the stillness:
"Chinese, don't push your luck!!!"