Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 147 Arrogance
Inside the AK47 Restaurant, the people from Stick Country were observing those around Xia Qian, hoping to identify the expert who had developed the Herbal Essence and invite them to their nation. In their hearts, such a talent should belong to them, and such an excellent facial mask ought to come from Stick Country.
"What about that person?" one of the men from Stick Country said, his gaze landing on Qin Yuhan.
The attendees were mostly from the Southern Province, so the men from Stick Country didn’t recognize Qin Yuhan of Yang City. But upon seeing such a beauty, they knew at a glance that a woman like her ought to belong to their Stick Country.
"I think it must be her. Perhaps she’s a beautiful scholar."
"I think that middle-aged man in casual clothes is also a possibility," another man from Stick Country remarked, looking toward Xiao Tianzan.
Xiao Tianzan was a renowned figure, but he was currently dressed in casual attire. His hairstyle had also changed. He no longer sported the formal, slicked-back Western coiffure he wore with a suit; instead, his hair fell carelessly into a fringe, making him truly unrecognizable.
"Alright, let’s go over and extend an invitation," one of them said.
The rest of his compatriots nodded in agreement. With that, they made their way toward Xia Qian, Wu Tian, and the others.
Xiao Tianzan no longer dared to speak to the little girl, having been thoroughly chastised by her. However, Xia Qian’s fondness for Wu Tian extended to the little girl, and she adored the child.
"Little one, what do you most want to do right now?" Xia Qian asked indulgently.
The little girl giggled.
Wu Tian watched this scene with a bitter smile. In that terrifying world, he had dominated for four hundred years, fighting countless champions without a single defeat. How could he possibly not understand Xia Qian’s feelings?
But in this life, I must fail you, Wu Tian sighed internally. I already have Qin Yuhan and the little one; I already have a family. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
When in public, Qin Yuhan acted very differently than she did with Wu Tian. In front of outsiders, she was magnanimous and composed. As Xia Qian doted on the little girl, Qin Yuhan simply watched with a smile, showing no signs of anger.
"Do you really want to know what I want to do?" the little girl asked, looking at Xia Qian. "If I tell you, will you help me do it?"
Xia Qian nodded.
"I hate them," the little girl said with a grin, suddenly pointing at the approaching men from Stick Country. "Can I go beat them up?"
In the little girl’s eyes, beating people up was the most satisfying thing in the world.
Xia Qian hesitated. Was it really appropriate to start a fight in a place like this?
By now, the men from Stick Country had reached Wu Tian, Xia Qian, and the others.
"President Xia Qian, we’ve come here looking for this young lady and this gentleman," one of them said in a heavily accented Dragon Country language.
Qin Yuhan and Xiao Tianzan were bewildered. They hadn’t expected the men from Stick Country to be looking for them, as they’d never had any dealings with the nation.
"You two may not be aware of this, but you are, in fact, citizens of Stick Country," the most lavishly dressed man among them said as he stepped forward. "You should return home at once and contribute to our great nation."
Xiao Tianzan and Qin Yuhan were speechless. They had wondered why these men were approaching them, but they were still stunned when the man stated his purpose.
What the hell? I’m from Stick Country? How did I not know that?
The wealthy man from Stick Country continued, "I hold a certain position back in our country. If you two come with us, you will immediately be granted the status of first-class citizens. Our nation’s leader will surely approve. Perhaps you don’t understand what being a first-class citizen represents. It means..."
The other men from Stick Country stood by, their chests puffed out with pride. In their minds, being from Stick Country was an extraordinary thing.
In their eyes, Confucius was from Stick Country. Laozi? Probably from Stick Country too. Sun Zi? If you looked into it, he’d probably turn out to be from Stick Country. Guiguzi? Also likely a descendant of someone from Stick Country. In their hearts, every great sage in history must have had Stick Country blood. Otherwise, how could they have been so brilliant?
However, Xiao Tianzan and Qin Yuhan’s faces had turned grim. They held no fondness for Stick Country whatsoever.
"People of Stick Country, get out of this place!"
Just then, a young man with a scholarly air entered the AK47 Restaurant. He was dressed in a long, gray robe, reminiscent of the famous Huang Feihong.
It was Huang Ming.
Xia Qian was silent; she had no idea who Huang Ming was. A staff member came over and whispered in her ear. Only then did Xia Qian realize the newcomer was from Bao Zhiling. Bao Zhiling was very famous in Dragon Country, largely because a legendary figure had once hailed from their ranks.
"You people from Stick Country should just stay put in your own country! How dare you come to Yang City and run rampant? Don’t you know that we of the Huang Family detest you foreigners more than anything?"
Huang Ming looked quite refined. With a flick of his long sleeves, he imagined he possessed the same charisma as his legendary ancestor, Huang Feihong.
The men from Stick Country were all stunned. In this day and age, it was exceedingly rare to see someone dressed in a long Qing Dynasty-style robe.
Xia Qian also hadn’t expected Huang Ming to appear in such an outfit. The robe looked ancient, and she began to wonder. Could that robe have been worn by Huang Ming’s famous ancestor? Is that why it was kept all these years and never thrown away? As a family heirloom? Passed down from one generation to the next?
Huang Ming noticed Xia Qian’s strange look and misinterpreted it as a sign of affection, which secretly delighted him. He had originally come just to take a look, but he hadn’t expected Xia Qian to be so stunningly beautiful.
His purpose in coming was simple. Bao Zhiling was in the herbal medicine business, and hearing how well Xia Qian’s herbal mask was selling, he had considered investing. But now, another idea took root in his mind. If I could marry Xia Qian, then not just the Herbal Essence, but her entire fortune would become mine, wouldn’t it? If I pulled this off, I would surely earn Huang Xuantian’s praise. I would increase the family’s capital immensely in a single stroke. In the future, when people speak of the great figures of the Huang Family, they would mention my name, Huang Ming, right alongside Huang Qiying and Huang Feihong. What a wonderful prospect!
Seeing that the men from Stick Country were still lingering by Xia Qian’s side, he grew genuinely displeased.
"Did you not hear me?" Huang Ming said coldly. "All of you, and every other foreigner in this room—get out."
"Aren’t you being too overbearing?"
"Yeah, we haven’t even done anything!"
People from Arthur Country, Iron Wolf Country, Divine Sword Country, and Silver Fox Country were all unhappy. They had come to Dragon Country to expand their businesses and build friendships with its people. They were aware that their ancestors had once burned down the imperial gardens of Dragon Country and committed other atrocities, but that had nothing to do with them. They didn’t deny that heroes like Huo Yuanjia and Huang Feihong were justified in their actions back in those days. But today’s situation was entirely different. Huang Ming’s behavior was infuriating.
Even Xia Qian felt the same way. The men from Stick Country were indeed at fault, but the people from the other nations were her business partners. They had done nothing wrong.
Xia Qian opened her mouth to say something, but it was already too late. As a member of the Huang Family, Huang Ming also yearned to do as his ancestors had: "Whoever offends Dragon Country, no matter how far, shall be annihilated." This was the Law upheld by the Seven Saints of Dragon Country.
Of course, Huang Ming was no Seven Saint, but he already saw himself as one of the next generation of Saints! The sight of foreigners daring to shout back at him was an infuriating provocation. Without another word, he threw a punch.
