Chapter 102: Romantic Crimes

Like well-trained soldiers, the respectable figures in the hall split left and right, clearing a path that stretched from where Lin Qi and the others stood all the way to the banquet hall’s entrance. Looking down this two-meter-wide, dozens-of-meters-long path, Long Cheng, wearing a Blue Fox Fur Coat, grinned strangely as he faced off against a handsome young man in warrior attire with his right hand resting on his sword hilt.

“That cursed guy! What was he doing the entire afternoon?” Lin Qi sensed trouble the moment he saw the strange smile on Long Cheng’s face. That smile was like that of a dominant male lion from the grasslands of the Black Spirit Continent after pampering all the lionesses in the pride—lazy, yet carrying a deeply hidden murderous intent. If anyone dared provoke him, he would instantly erupt to kill.

Blackbeard’s gaze fell upon Long Cheng for the first time.

Earlier that day, when Lin Qi and the others returned, Blackbeard’s full attention was on Lin Qi; he hadn’t noticed Long Cheng, who deliberately suppressed his aura to hide his presence. Without a doubt, Long Cheng had his own unique way of concealing his presence; even Blackbeard’s powerful and sharp intuition failed to detect anything unusual about him.

But now, facing the provocateur with a hand on his sword, Long Cheng was like a sleeping lion kicked in the rear. Lazily, he revealed a glint of cold light from his claws. That icy, bone-chilling gleam made Blackbeard’s muscles tense all over—he sensed a powerful threat from Long Cheng, one that could endanger his life.

This was a fearsome figure on par with Blackbeard. In fact, if not for Long Cheng’s slightly unstable Primordial Qi, as if he had lost much of his vital essence, Blackbeard believed he might not be Long Cheng’s match.

A terrifying and powerful presence! Countless images flashed through Blackbeard’s mind, and he finally recalled that Long Cheng had slipped off the Whaling Ship right after Lin Qi. That meant Long Cheng was at least Lin Qi’s companion—maybe not a friend, but certainly not an enemy.

Shooting Lin Qi an angry glare, Blackbeard was furious at Lin Qi for acting on his own. Lin Qi could hide their battle with the Alien Race, but how could he not inform Blackbeard immediately about a dangerous person like Long Cheng?

It was like a male lion led by a young lion casually invading another male lion’s territory—an extremely sensitive situation that could easily cause major chaos and trouble. If any of Blackbeard’s subordinates, unaware of Long Cheng’s identity, rashly offended him and got killed, Blackbeard would inevitably have to clash with him, something Blackbeard wished to avoid.

Lin Qi saw Blackbeard’s displeased look and helplessly spread his hands. Yes, he had overlooked this issue; he should have let Blackbeard know about Long Cheng earlier. But there had been too much going on. Lin Qi had been busy all afternoon, ensuring the benefits from the Unicorn Whale King were distributed as he wished. He had spent a long time arguing with Blackbeard over this, completely forgetting about Long Cheng.

Now that Long Cheng was causing trouble, Lin Qi could only roll his eyes and pray to the Gods that this guy wouldn’t kill someone on the spot—that would be hard to handle.

The banquet hall fell silent; everyone stared intently at Long Cheng and the young man with his hand on his sword.

Everyone knew that young man—Tang Jier, the only son of the current president of the Dun Er Ke Joint Chamber of Commerce, a unique and independent youth.

As the only son of the current president, Tang Jier grew up in luxury and could have easily become a leader among Dun Er Ke’s playboys. But Tang Jier was naturally obsessed with the biographies of legendary Knight heroes from history, determined to become an epic hero who surpassed the Celestial Knight, slayed Demons, and saved the Continent’s civilization from the brink of collapse.

So, starting from age seven, Tang Jier began squandering the family fortune. He spent countless Gold Coins hiring countless self-proclaimed ‘powerful Warriors’ and received all sorts of chaotic Knight training from a young age. As he grew older, he took to acting chivalrously with his sword, causing plenty of trouble for Dun Er Ke’s local thugs and ruffians.

Lin Qi, in particular, found Tang Jier to be the only person in Dun Er Ke who could give him any trouble. Even though Tang Jier had been knocked out from behind with a brick by Lin Qi thirteen times in a row in alleyways, fallen into Lin Qi’s traps and ended up in gutters or manure pits twenty-two times, and been cornered on the street by streetwalkers demanding overnight fees thirty-five times, Tang Jier still persistently made life difficult for Lin Qi without changing his ways.

“It’s that blockhead!” Lin Qi held his head and grimaced. “I wondered why I felt like something was missing since returning—it was because I hadn’t seen this guy! Alright, alright, what exactly did Long Cheng do to provoke him?”

Tang Jier, that oddball—instead of enjoying the leisurely life of a playboy, he insisted on being a chivalrous Ranger. From who knows where, he obtained what was said to be a Knight code passed down from the Primordial Era before the Destruction Calendar. He strictly followed the so-called eight Knight virtues, rigid and stiff like a Zombie from a tomb. He wouldn’t start trouble on his own; it must have been Long Cheng who provoked him!

Right now, at Long Cheng’s feet lay a white Silk glove. Long Cheng looked at the glove with a half-smile, slowly flexing his hands.

Without a doubt, Tang Jier had just thrown his glove at Long Cheng’s face, following the Western Continent’s custom of challenge. This was something that only happened in duels to the death—Tang Jier intended to fight Long Cheng in a duel where only one would survive!

Tang Qiao, the current president of the Dun Er Ke Joint Chamber of Commerce, stood among the crowd trembling with rage. He angrily hissed, “Tang Jier, what are you doing? You, you—is this the place for your nonsense?”

Tall and handsome Tang Jier glared fiercely at Long Cheng, enunciating each word: “Coward, pick up my glove, and let me pierce your heart with my sword! You shameless scoundrel, how could you treat Miss Anlin like that! You, you actually beat her until she bled down there!”

Everyone in the banquet hall gasped in shock, and some strange laughter could be heard.

Enzo’s throat made a gurgling sound as he twitched and stared at Tang Jier. Good heavens, beaten until she bled down there? What an innocent kid! Tang Jier looked to be in his early twenties, yet he was still so pure!

Lin Qi looked around at the people with odd expressions, somewhat puzzled. Hadn’t Long Cheng beaten Anlin until she bled down there? Wasn’t that a serious matter? Why were so many people wearing such subtle smiles?

Long Cheng lightly coughed and said to Tang Jier leisurely, “You missed one person!”

Tang Jier exclaimed as if suddenly realizing, “That’s right, you also beat Miss Angel until she bled down there! You shameless brute, how could you lay hands on two noble young ladies? And, moreover, Miss Anlin is my fiancée!”

The hall erupted in shock; two richly dressed middle-aged women fainted, their eyes rolling back.