Above the Galaxy
Chapter 294 - 192: Courting Death!_4

Chapter 294: Chapter 192: Courting Death!_4

Sheng Xinhua had ventured out with Tang Fei and Little Fatty hoping to offer them a relaxing and joyful time, yet they ended up attracting such a cluster of banes.

This filled her heart with a sense of guilt.

In the past, out of respect for the dignity of the Royal Family and the face of the Princes, she was quite polite and restrained when dealing with Zhong Tianyi.

He knew that even though his father held a high position, in the eyes of those in the Royal Family, he was still nothing more than a professional manager.

And yet, they were able to inherit and enjoy that supreme power and glory generation after generation...

But today, Zhong Tianyi evidently fanned the flames; had he not deliberately mentioned Tang Fei’s identity, would Prince Philip have targeted him?

Therefore, she couldn’t suppress her anger and directly gave Zhong Tianyi a piece of her mind, speaking quite rudely.

Zhong Tianyi had a bitter smile on his face and said, "I do want to advise, but which of the two would listen to me?"

"Prince Philip is your guest, certainly, your words would have weight..." Sheng Xinhua was worried Tang Fei would be at a disadvantage.

She knew that Tang Fei had previously lived in the Old Land and had only recently arrived in New Star, thinking, what could he have possibly learned on the Old Land?

Maybe it was only after arriving at New Star that he truly entered the realm of cultivation; but it hadn’t even been a year yet, how much could he have improved in such a short time?

For most of the young people on New Star, their cultivation began at a very young age, with some undergoing genetic selection even before they were born.

Tang Fei was exceptionally gifted, but in comparison to a Prince of a nation, there might still be some shortfall...

"I’ll also talk to Tang Fei..."

Zhong Tianyi knew he had no choice but to speak up, looking towards Prince Philip and saying, "Philip, it seems you and this friend hit it off at first sight. If you don’t release his hand, I might get jealous... You weren’t this enthusiastic when you saw me."

However, Philip appeared as if he hadn’t heard at all, his expression stern and his eyes provocatively fixed on Tang Fei.

Meanwhile, he continued to channel vigor into his palm.

Tang Fei could not lose; he had no reason to lose.

He was a Prince of the Aus Empire, the leader of the delegation attending the Taoism exchange conference.

If he lost to an unknown pawn before the competition even officially started, wouldn’t he become a laughingstock?

This would also be a heavy blow to the morale of his own team.

Not to mention how the Phoenix Empire might manipulate the story, he would likely face ridicule and attack from his own nation upon returning.

Moreover, even if he achieved dazzling results later, it might be difficult to make up for this oversight.

The whip of his father, the Emperor, would surely strike his back without mercy...

No matter what, he had to defeat Tang Fei, to seize the initiative first.

"Tang Fei, quickly let go..." Sheng Xinhua also looked towards Tang Fei, urging aloud.

"I really want to let go, but Prince Philip is just too enthusiastic, gripping my hand and refusing to release it..." Tang Fei said with a smile.

His right hand was tightly clasped by Philip’s, and it was unrealistic for him to withdraw it one-sidedly.

Moreover, until Philip withdrew his vigor, he couldn’t withdraw his own.

Just in case he lacked martial decency and took the opportunity to strike at the core, Tang Fei’s hand might end up useless.

Ordinary palms without any defense could suffer fractured bones from a powerful attack, or in more severe cases, turn into bone powder...

Tang Fei wouldn’t risk his safety to test someone else’s character.

In his view, these people had no integrity at all.

"Can’t help it, who would’ve thought we’d hit it off so well... I can’t resist wanting to be more affectionate for a while."

"But won’t this give people the wrong idea? I don’t mind, but what if your teammates misunderstand you as gay... Wouldn’t that be bad for you?"

His smile was radiant and sincere, his trademark grin.

But those who knew him understood that Tang Fei was truly furious.

What’s wrong with these people?

Are they sick or what?

I treat you courteously, not minding your hairy hands, and greet you with a warm handshake, only to be met with a sudden attack?

Fortunately, this is New Star, if it were on Old Land, Tang Fei would have chopped off his hand already...

If he could defeat them.

Little Fatty was also very angry.

He didn’t care whether they were princes or princesses; if someone dared to bully his brother, he would fight them to the end.

He had been sitting on the edge of the booth, when he grabbed the whiskey bottle in front of him and charged in front of Philip, his chubby face turning purple-red with anger, he bellowed, "Let go of my brother...."

"How presumptuous, what are you? How dare you speak to our Prince Philip like that...."

"Back off, or don’t blame us for being ruthless."

"Little fatty, put down the bottle in your hand.... or else, you’ll bear the consequences...."

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Philip’s guards and those who came to participate in the competition saw Little Fatty daring to speak to their prince like this, one by one, they were filled with righteous indignation, stepping forward, wanting to take action against Little Fatty.

They didn’t take Tang Fei and Little Fatty, two insignificant fishes, seriously; their only concern was Zhong Tianyi, the Second Prince of the Phoenix Empire.

However, they could also tell that this Second Prince didn’t seem to like these two either...

Even when he had just arrived, he didn’t seem to notice their presence.

"Let him loosen his grip first," Little Fatty stood his ground, brandishing the bottle.

He somewhat regretted not bringing his Skull Hammer with him, otherwise, he would smash this bastard’s head in with one swing.

"I told you to let go...."

A Bald Man, more than two meters tall and weighing over two hundred pounds, walked over, like a mountain, used his body to block in front of Little Fatty, his voice was hoarse as he said, "I want you to back off, or else... I’ll throw you down."

"I won’t back off," Little Fatty’s eyes were bloodshot, clutching the whiskey bottle tightly, he angrily said, "If he doesn’t let go of my brother’s hand, I won’t retreat."

"Seeking death," the Bald Man raged, lunged forward, his arms wrapping around Little Fatty’s waist.

Encumbering Little Fatty’s arms too, preventing him from swinging the bottle.

As long as he could lift Little Fatty, he could throw him off the railing.

Hmm, didn’t budge...

Try again.

Still didn’t budge.

He couldn’t understand, Little Fatty was chubby alright, but not tall.

And his weight was nothing to him, he could have sent him flying with a little effort.

Why was there not a twitch?

Was it because he wasn’t applying enough strength?

The Bald Man’s eyes split wide, he bellowed with might, "I said lift...."

Bang!

Little Fatty’s head collided hard with the bald forehead of the Bald Man.

The blow caused the Bald Man to see stars, his grip loosening involuntarily.

Little Fatty forcefully struggled free from the Bald Man’s hold and then cracked the whiskey bottle on his head with a snap.

Liquid splattered.

The Bald Man’s head felt even dizzier, and the stars in his vision multiplied.

Little Fatty turned into an agile fatty, with no pause in his movement, fluidly grabbed the man’s left hand, and executed a shoulder throw...

The Bald Man launched into the air, flying toward the grand dome of the bar.

Then, he plummeted rapidly.

Clang!

A thunderous noise like an earthquake resounded on the first floor.