Chapter 18 - Chapter 18: 010 Save the people, Crown Prince Class 1

Chapter 18: 010 Save the people, Crown Prince Class 1

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Qinglong Bar.

Near the bridge on Purest Street, it spread out over a wide area.

Poison Scorpion was the toughest enforcer at Qinglong Bar. His recklessness had earned him a big name on this street, and most were afraid of him, which meant few dared to cause trouble in the bar.

He was just sitting in the lounge inside the bar, biting on a freshly lit cigarette.

“Bang—I’

The door was flung open.

Poison Scorpion glanced up nonchalantly, only to see a white tank top.

He stood behind a young woman.

“Yo, Mao Kun.” He obviously recognized the man in the white tank top. He called him Mao Kun, but his tone lacked respect. Poison Scorpion stared straight at the girl behind him, “Are you here to pay tribute to me? Haha, don’t worry, Mao Kun, I’ll be sure to speak highly of you to your godfather!”

The man in the white tank top looked at him as if seeing a former version of himself.

Bai Lian slowly approached.

Poison Scorpion hesitated, then with a smile, extended his hand toward Bai Lian, “Mao Kun, the person you’ve brought is pretty—”

“Bang—”

He, along with the stool, was kicked to the ground, and a bone in his chest broke.

Poison Scorpion’s eyes turned fierce as he endured the pain and scrambled up, throwing a fierce punch at Bai Lian’s face!

Bai Lian didn’t even move her feet, simply raising her hand leisurely to catch his punch under his astonished gaze.

The hem of her moon-white dress fluttered gently.

“Crack—

The sound of finger joints breaking echoed.

“You want to die—”

With a “bang,” he was once again brutally smashed to the ground by Bai Lian!

Poison Scorpion had never seen such a twisted scene before and looked at Bai

Lian in terror.

The borderlands between two countries were complex, and no one without some abilities could survive there.

His skills were quite impressive; in fact, few people knew that even the FBI had been unable to handle him when he was notorious internationally, which was why the bar owner had taken notice of him.

As Qinglong Bar’s top enforcer, even the number one fighter in the ring would have a hard time laying a hand on him!

Poison Scorpion was breathing more out than in; he lay on the ground, unable to get up, “Have I offended you?”

He was clever, indeed. To be this arrogant and still alive for so long was because he had only offended nobodies. The girl in front of him, who could crush him as easily as pinching a steamed bun, was certainly no nobody.

He had no idea how he had managed to provoke her.

Bai Lian still had a slender cigarette pinched between her fingers, and the smoky haze swirled around her face.

She walked unhurriedly to Poison Scorpion’s side, wearing gray embroidered shoes with a faint footprint on them. The embroidery was of pink peonies, layered and sumptuous.

With the shoe bearing the footprint, she stepped on Poison Scorpion’s right hand and asked softly, “Is the embroidery nice?”

So prim and proper.

Poison Scorpion, who had been so arrogant before, now lay at Bai Lian’s feet. Even as every breath caused pain in his chest, he still struggled to wipe the dust from her embroidered shoe.

Smiling ingratiatingly, he looked up at her, “Good, very good. The embroidery is excellent…

Bai Lian looked down, the shadows cast by her eyelashes hiding the tumult within her eyes.

She lifted her foot, “Indeed, it’s good…”

“Bang—I’

Another kick.

She kicked Poison Scorpion hard in the chest.

Poison Scorpion was slammed against the wall.

Bai Lian leisurely straightened her sleeves.

Withdrawing her gaze, she said coldly, “But it’s gotten dirty.”

The man in the white tank top knelt beside Poison Scorpion, kindly reminding him, ‘You had to mess with her grandfather’s business, of all things. And you even asked if the old man dared to. Do you think he dares?”

“Remember to respect your elders and love the young.”

The bar was deafening with noise.

A group of men in black waited at the doorway; the leader, seeing Poison Scorpion paralyzed and gasping against the wall, twitched his mouth.

God, you’re asking a vicious man to respect the elderly and love the young.

They looked at Bai Lian warily, then told the man in the white tank top, “Mao Kun, the boss wants you in the conference room.”

“I’ll talk to my godfather,” the man in the white tank top nodded casually. Bai Lian leaned against the bar, lazily tapping her fingers on the countertop,

“Xiaobai.’

The man in the white tank top immediately stepped forward, pouring her a drink, “… Sister, my surname is Mao.”

“Oh, Xiaomao,” Bai Lian nodded sluggishly, “Thanks for today, but I don’t drink. I’m heading back.”

“Sister, won’t you stay a little longer?”

Bai Lian took out a wooden hairpin, slowly gathered her hair, and her low, soft eyes were languorous, “No, I have class at eight in the morning tomorrow. ”

Niao Kun, no, Xiaomao: “…?”

At his side, a younger brother seeing Bai Lian for the first time blushed.

Xiaomao, upon seeing this, snapped at him, smacking his head hard, “What are you looking at? Huh? What are you staring at? Any ideas you’re getting stuff them back into your mother’s womb!”