The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1117: Come Together If You Disagree

Chapter 1117: Chapter 1117: Come Together If You Disagree

The Dracula Family, a noble family within the Blood Clan.

No wonder all the other youngsters are showing respect to Markus, it turns out he is a descendant of the Dracula lineage.

After shaking hands with Long Fei, Markus eyed Lin Yingying with a sparkling gaze and said, "Beautiful lady, would you mind if I gave you a hug?"

"Sorry, I do mind."

Lin Yingying was very direct.

Long Fei furrowed his brows tightly, sensing Markus’s intentions.

He was just pretending to speak to himself, but actually, he had his eyes on Lin Yingying.

This young man is quite scheming.

"Oh, rejected."

"Big brother Markus is disappointed."

"Eastern woman, you’ve got guts!"

"The woman who dares to refuse big brother Markus, you’re in for a treat tonight!"

The others behind them jeered and laughed. Markus’s face showed a hint of annoyance, which he masked well, shrugging at Lin Yingying, "Alright, no worries, there will be other chances."

"Really?"

Lin Yingying’s eyes narrowed slightly, showing a playful expression.

Markus stared at her with an evil smirk and then turned to continue drinking and chatting with the other young people.

He had intended to get close to her, but since Lin Yingying wouldn’t give him face, he decided not to bother them anymore.

Somebody noticed his intentions and deliberately went up to make things difficult for Long Fei, "This is a gathering of nobles, what is a servant like you doing here? Better scram early, don’t taint our status."

Someone mocked laughingly, "Luke, why bother with two dogs? Let them stay here, they just want to scrounge for a couple of bones."

The crowd burst into laughter, clearly not taking Long Fei and the other seriously.

Long Fei didn’t say a word, but acted directly.

He didn’t want to engage with them, but these idiots were provoking him.

With a slap, he sent Luke flying.

Luke was caught off-guard, crashing heavily into the table behind him, knocking down pots and pans.

"How dare you hit someone?"

"Eastern person, you’re too presumptuous!"

"Damn beast, do you know that Luke is from the Karen Family? How dare you, a mixed-blood descendant, take action against a pureblood noble?"

Not only were they hurling insults, but the surrounding elders also showed shock, staring at Long Fei.

Long Fei remained calm, took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and threw it on Luke Karen.

This was a total humiliation. Luke’s eyes reddened, and two giant silver wings burst from his back as he stood up, staring coldly at Long Fei, "Bastard, you dare hit me. I challenge you to a duel. I’m going to tear you to pieces and suck you dry."

If Luke couldn’t defeat Long Fei today, he would become a laughingstock in the Blood Clan wherever he went.

The other youngsters were interested, siding with Luke and boldly challenging Long Fei, "Internal killing is prohibited within the Blood Clan, but a fair duel is allowed. You, as a mixed-blood descendant, should know, the Elders Council won’t speak for you in case of injury or death in a duel."

"How are you even worthy of dueling with us pureblood descendants?"

"Trash, I bet you won’t last three seconds."

The group continued to swear and curse. Although Long Fei hit Luke, it felt like he had slapped them in the face.

Long Fei stared at them, calm and composed, "If any of you feel aggrieved, come at me together! I alone can take on a hundred of you easily."

Typical London gall, utterly domineering.

"What?"

"This kid is crazy."

"How dare he disdain our Pureblood Clan?"

"Does he really wish to die?"

A crowd of people cursed loudly, each exposing their wings that demonstrated their power.

There were silver ones, and some half-silver, half-gold, all of which were of Marquis rank.

An old man finally couldn’t stand it any longer and hurriedly came forward to mediate, "Today, this place is the venue for the council, how does it look if you all brawl like this? If you want to duel, there’s a special arena behind. There you can fight to death or injury, and no one will care."

Young leader Markus sneered, "Good, let’s go to the dueling arena. Today, I want to see what this Easterner can do, daring to run wild here."

He coldly swept a glance at Long Fei and took a group of people to the back.

Long Fei and Lin Yingying exchanged a smile, then they too left the castle and headed to the arena behind.

This arena was quite classically designed.

It resembled the Roman Colosseum outside, just a size smaller.

Around it were spectator seats, and the middle was an open space of a hundred meters in diameter.

As soon as the young people left the castle, they soared into the sky.

The colorful wings dazzled those who watched.

Lin Yingying asked, "Aren’t we Blood Clan too? Shouldn’t we also extend some wings?"

"It seems like we should!"

Long Fei placed his hand on Lin Yingying’s head and taught her the technique to change body cells and reconsolidate the flesh.

The cells in their backs proliferated rapidly, extending out from the shoulder blades.

The wings were bare and hairless, purely made of flesh.

Because they were freshly grown, they still showed a ruddy color.

In the Blood Clan, the wings of a Duke are golden, a Marquis’s are silver, an Earl’s are copper, a Viscount’s are purple, a Baron’s are red, and the lowest rank, Blood Servant, has black wings.

Long Fei and Lin Yingying came in with two person-high red wings, and the Blood Clan members, who had just seated themselves in the spectator stands, burst into laughter.

They had thought that the two had some significant Cultivation Level to dare to challenge the Silver Wing Marquis from a Pureblood Clan.

Turns out, they were just lowly Barons, barely ranking and just moving past being servants.

The Blood Clan’s top-tier Elders Council had gone to the Alps Mountains for investigations, so the meetings were temporarily not held.

These older and younger members, idle with nothing better to do, all flew out from the castle and settled down in the spectator stands.

The members of the Karen Family and other Pureblood Clan elders wore expressionless faces.

Just now, Long Fei had clearly insulted them.

They harbored intentions to let their descendants kill Long Fei; otherwise, where would they put their face in the Blood Clan in the future?

Initially, they were still worried that their descendants would be unable to match him, but then discovered that this Easterner was just puffing himself up, he was merely at the Baron level.

Right there in the arena, there was a purple Viscount, even weaker than Luke, who dared to shout at Long Fei, "Eastern man, I don’t need big brother Luke to act, just one finger and I can kill you."

"Eastern man, kneel down and beg brother Luke for mercy, he might spare your dog’s life."

"Brother Luke, let me fight for you. A mere Baron is not worthy of your Marquis effort!"

Between a Baron and a Marquis, there are the ranks of an Earl and a Viscount.

Everyone unanimously thought Long Fei was insane, acting tough inappropriately, daring to make trouble at the headquarters of the European Blood Clan.

Luke’s face turned bright red, unable to believe that he had been beaten by a Baron.

He waved his hand and swung up a black long spear, yelling at the group behind him, "Keep quiet, I will kill this thief myself, no one else is allowed to intervene."

The face he lost, naturally, he had to pick up himself, how could he allow others to use this opportunity to make a name for themselves.