Peter looked calmly at Bieber, who was on the phone. No one could help him today.
He shouldn't have offended Xia Lin.
"Go get me some beef, I'll eat and watch," the National Prince nudged Qin Dou beside him and ordered.
"Don't you have legs?" Qin Dou turned and cursed.
"Lin'er, is the beef delicious? Do you want more?" The National Prince ignored Qin Dou and asked Xia Lin, who was still eating.
"Mmm, it's soft, fragrant, and crispy, very delicious when it enters the mouth. It is indeed good," Xia Lin nodded.
"Qin Dou said he'd get you more beef, do you want it?" the National Prince asked.
"Yes," Xia Lin nodded.
"Hurry up, I'm almost done too. Get some over here so we can eat and watch the show," Qin Wen said vaguely, putting a grape into her mouth.
"Go," the National Prince nudged Qin Dou again.
Qin Dou, feeling speechless, got up and pulled Jiang Xin to get food.
Meanwhile, Huang Heng, sitting in the corner, was secretly shocked.
Everyone was watching the spectacle and naturally saw the group of Chinese people sitting there. It seemed the incident started because of them, yet they were still in the mood to eat and drink.
He had heard before that Chinese girls were all foodies, but they didn't believe it then, as Chinese girls weren't fat, so how could they be foodies?
Now, the facts before their eyes left them no choice but to believe. They could still eat so heartily at such a time.
The saying "foodie" was absolutely true.
Peter ignored Bieber and let him make his phone call. He walked back to his seat and continued to sit with everyone, eating and drinking.
This scene was somewhat infuriating. Bieber's cheeks flushed red as he watched Peter and his group eat and drink, yet he could do nothing.
This was the most humiliating thing in his life, and he would not let it go.
As time passed, a group of people walked in.
The man in front looked like a martial artist, walking with power and dominance. Upon seeing him, Bieber quickly went to greet him, shouting, "Uncle Gall, you're here."
"Young Master Bieber, who hit you?" Gall's expression was cold as he scanned the surroundings.
He was the head guard of Prince Kahn of the Franck family, and also a capable subordinate of Prince Kahn. Prince Kahn sending him here showed how much he valued his nephew, Bieber.
The onlookers lowered their heads, daring not to meet Gall's gaze as he swept his eyes over them.
"Peter hit me, and don't let any of these Eastern women go." Bieber, like a child who lost a fight, was complaining to his guardian.
Gall squinted at Peter and questioned, "Didn't Duke Dula Peter teach you how to behave? I'll give Duke Dula Peter some face. Come over and apologize to my young master, and this matter will be settled."
"Uncle Gall, how can that be?" Bieber was anxious upon hearing this. He had been beaten and humiliated, and an apology was all that was needed?
Are you sure you're here to help me get even?
Gall looked at Bieber with a grave expression and said, "Young Master Bieber, you just need to listen. If you disagree, you can speak with the Prince."
Others might not know Dula Peter's identity, but he, Gall, knew.
Although Dula Peter was a Duke, he was a cultivator, and his strength was considerable. There was no need for the two families to fall out over such a small matter; it would be bad for both sides.
This was why Gall suggested letting Peter apologize and resolve the issue.
However, would Peter apologize?
Clearly not. The ones who needed to apologize were you, and only you.
Peter slowly stood up, looked at Gall, and said word by word, "Tell Kahn to come over personally and apologize to my esteemed guests, or no one will leave today."
Peter threw Gall's words back at him, directly confronting him.
You want to resolve it, but he wouldn't let you.
Gall's face turned ashen. He didn't want to escalate the matter; it would be difficult for both sides to resolve later. But this did not mean the Frank family feared the Peter family.
Gall hadn't expected his concession to be met with Peter's humiliation. How could you bully an honest person like this?
"Then you..." Gall was about to speak when his phone rang.
Gall quickly answered and walked aside, respectfully calling out, "Prince Kahn, Gall greets you."
"Hasn't the matter been handled yet?" Prince Kahn asked.
"Your Highness, some unpleasantness has occurred. The one who beat Young Master Bieber is Duke Dula Peter's grandson. I proposed that he apologize, and the matter would be dropped. However, he refused, not only refusing to apologize but also demanding that you come over personally to apologize, otherwise, no one will leave today."
Gall, who was already humiliated by Peter's retort, spoke with some resentment and at a slightly faster pace as he reported to Prince Kahn.
"Heh heh..." Prince Kahn chuckled, his voice somewhat cold, then continued, "No need to back down. If he doesn't apologize, then his fate is irrelevant. That's what I said."
"Yes, Your Highness." Gall, having received Prince Kahn's reply, was now full of confidence.
After hanging up the phone, Gall walked with a swagger and pointed at Peter, saying, "Drag him out to apologize. If he resists, use force."
With one phone call, the attitude changed drastically.
Gall, who had been trying to persuade them earlier, was now bossy and carried a faint air of smugness.
The two bodyguards Gall brought with him quickly advanced towards Peter. Peter flipped over the sofa and kicked one of them away.
Having gone to Kunlun Mountain to cultivate twice, and also thanks to the elixirs provided by Xia Feng, Peter was no longer the person he used to be.
Gall's expression froze upon seeing this. He hadn't expected Peter to have such strength. He was so ordinary last year, how could he have improved so rapidly in half a year?
"So this is the basis of your arrogance," Gall said, narrowing his eyes, and quickly attacked Peter.
The two engaged in a fight. Peter's strength was higher than Gall's, but due to Peter's lack of combat experience, they fought to a draw.
The onlookers were stunned. They were all nobles, yet they were fighting like hooligans.
Although they had this thought, no one tried to intervene. Firstly, they didn't have the status, and secondly, they also wanted to watch the show.
"Little Peter isn't doing well, fighting to a draw with this good-for-nothing," the National Prince said, holding a plate in one hand and a fork in the other, eating like a nosy aunt at the village entrance.
"As if you could last three moves," Qin Dou retorted.
The National Prince smiled and said nothing. Watching the show was enough. It was a pity it wasn't his home turf, otherwise, he could have shown off to his heart's content.
After watching for a while, Hughes looked at Dark Spirit and said, "It's your turn to go on stage. You should just crush this kind of trash. If they fight for so long, there won't be a winner or loser."
"Heh heh... Shall I go then?" Dark Spirit asked with a grin.
"Go ahead," Hughes nodded.
Dark Spirit pushed aside the crowd and walked directly towards Peter and Gall, who were fighting.
"Step down," Dark Spirit said faintly.
Seeing this, Peter withdrew and sat back in his seat.
"Who are you?" Gall stared at Dark Spirit, feeling an extremely dangerous aura from him.
"You are not qualified to know me."
As Dark Spirit spoke, he reached out and clasped Gall's crown of the head. Gall's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't muster any strength.
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