"We meet again," Chu Chen's lips curved into a slight smile.
Su Rou'er gritted her teeth, glaring at Chu Chen with hatred. "You dare to come to my Wu'an City again!"
"How dare you!" A guard immediately rushed forward, shouting, "Bold! Who do you think you are? How dare you be disrespectful to the young lady!"
Chu Chen ignored him and walked straight out of the restaurant.
"Scoundrel! You dare to ignore me!" The guard was furious, drawing his sword and slashing.
Chu Chen's eyes narrowed, and he swiftly reached out, grabbing the guard's wrist. He snatched the sword away and swung it with all his might.
"Ah..." The guard cried out in agony, feeling a sharp pain in his arm.
"Presumptuous! How dare you lay hands on a guard of the Wu'an Marquisate! You're tired of living!" A group of guards drew their swords and pointed them at Chu Chen.
Chu Chen's eyes narrowed into slits, flashing with a dangerous glint.
"What do you want! Do you know where you are? If you dare to act rashly, you will surely die without a burial place!"
The fat steward's face turned ashen. He sensed Chu Chen had some background, but he was not afraid, for this was Wu'an City, the territory of the Wu'an Marquis.
"Not only do I dare to act rashly, I dare to kill too!" Chu Chen grinned, his dark, deep eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty ferocity.
Before he finished speaking, Chu Chen suddenly lunged forward, sword in hand, aiming for the fat steward's throat.
"Not good! Stop him quickly!" The fat steward's face changed drastically. He never expected this brat to attack him!
"Swish!" A sharp sword tore through the air, reaching the fat steward's throat in an instant. A slight cut would surely kill him.
"Block him for me!" the fat steward shouted.
In a flash, over a dozen guards drew their swords and met the attack.
But unfortunately, Chu Chen's swordsmanship was incredibly cunning, each move aimed to kill. These guards were no match for him. In just a few breaths, more than half of them were dead or injured!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..." Chu Chen sent the remaining four or five guards flying. They all fell to the ground, spitting blood and wailing.
This scene terrified the fat steward, making him wet himself. He scrambled away in a panic.
"Trying to run?" A mocking glint appeared in Chu Chen's eyes. His figure flickered, turning into an afterimage.
He lunged at the fleeing fat steward, smashing a fist into his back, sending him crashing to the ground, spitting up blood.
"Spare me, don't kill me..." The fat steward lay on the ground, trembling. He felt a suffocating pressure, as if death was upon him.
"Spare you? Sorry, your life is mine!" Chu Chen raised his leg and snapped the fat steward's neck. He then lifted him up and threw him out of the restaurant.
"Hiss!" The onlookers gasped, looking at Chu Chen as if he were a madman. This guy was simply a devil!
"Who is he? How dare he attack people from the Wu'an Marquisate?"
"This person is so arrogant, isn't he afraid of retaliation from the Wu'an Marquis?"
"Hmph, although that kid is a guard of the Wu'an Marquisate, the Marquisate has long since declined and is not to be feared."
The surrounding crowd chattered, all worrying for Chu Chen. The Wu'an Marquisate was in decline, and the Marquis himself was gravely ill.
At this juncture, someone dared to offend the Wu'an Marquisate. Wasn't that courting death!
"You... Who exactly are you?" The fat steward struggled to get up from the ground, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with terror.
Chu Chen's lips curled into a cold sneer. Without a word, he raised his hand and slapped him across the face!
"Slap!" The loud sound of the slap echoed. The fat steward's entire face swelled up, blood trickling from his mouth, teeth falling out, his head spinning.
"You dare to hit me?" The fat steward roared with a twisted expression. "Do you know who I am? My father is the Wu'an Marquis, and I am Zhao Hu, the personal guard commander of the Wu'an Marquis!"
Upon hearing the words "Wu'an Marquis," the faces of the surrounding crowd changed drastically. They all looked at the fat steward in shock, clearly aware of his identity.
The Wu'an Marquis was a second-rank minister of the dynasty, a powerful figure in Wu'an City. A stomp of his foot would make Wu'an City tremble!
"Wu'an Marquis?" Chu Chen frowned, as if pondering the name. After a moment, he finally remembered and said coldly, "So you're a dog of the Wu'an Marquis!"
Wu'an City and Chu King City were adjacent, and the Wu'an Marquis was a member of the imperial family. Chu Chen was naturally familiar with Wu'an City, especially within Chu King City.
The Wu'an Marquis was the most powerful figure besides the Emperor. The people of Wu'an City usually called him 'Master Qin,' signifying respect and fear.
"You dare to call me a dog?" The fat steward was enraged, almost fainting.
"Slap!" Chu Chen slapped him again, swelling his other cheek, and said indifferently.
"Wu'an Marquis, is it? When he wakes up, I will surely make him kneel and apologize." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Chen turned and left the restaurant, disappearing at the end of the street.
The fat steward clutched his swollen cheek, his resentful gaze sweeping over the onlookers. He finally suppressed his humiliation and anger.
He shamefully fled the restaurant, not daring to leave behind any harsh words.
Chu Chen was not worried about the Wu'an Marquis seeking trouble. After all, this was Wu'an City. No matter how capable the Wu'an Marquis was,
He wouldn't dare to cause a scene in the city. If it reached the ears of the imperial family, even if the Wu'an Marquis didn't die, he would be severely punished.
Although the Wu'an Marquis was a second-rank official, he was as lowly as an ant under the majesty of the imperial family. With a single command from the royal family, his life could be taken.
"Young master, you are too amazing!" Ling Xuan'er jumped up excitedly, hopping to Chu Chen's side, brimming with joy.
"This is just the beginning," Chu Chen smiled calmly, then walked into the restaurant and to the counter to pay. "Shopkeeper, the bill."
"Please wait a moment, sir. I'll take care of it right away." The shopkeeper bowed respectfully, inwardly marveling.
He hadn't expected this young man to be such a skilled fighter, possessing such terrifying strength.
"Young man, I saw you kill those guards just now. They were from the Wu'an Marquisate! Even if the Wu'an Marquis is down on his luck,
He is still a second-rank minister, someone you cannot afford to offend!" An old man at a nearby table quickly advised.
"Thank you for your reminder, but I'm not afraid," Chu Chen replied faintly, shaking his head slightly.
If the Wu'an Marquis came to trouble him, Chu Chen wouldn't mind dealing with him, which would bring him some peace.
Night fell, and the sky was dotted with stars.
The Wu'an Marquisate was unusually lively tonight, ablaze with lights and bustling with guests.
"Congratulations to the Wu'an Marquis! Everyone, please have a drink." A banquet was set up in the central square of the mansion, with rows of luxurious seats on either side.