Gar suddenly felt a powerful force seize him, his body beginning to tremble.
The man before him had an Eastern-like face, but was certainly not an Easterner. Why would he help Peter of England?
The Dark Spirit paid no mind to what Gar was thinking, directly unleashing his spiritual energy. Gar suddenly spat blood and collapsed on the ground.
Although Gar's life was spared, he was directly dealt a severe injury.
After dealing with Gar, the Dark Spirit acted as if he had never been there, walking directly towards the crowd. The onlookers all parted to make way for him.
Upon reaching King Hughes, King Hughes chuckled, "You're still quite ruthless, aren't you? Crippling someone like that."
"For offending Auntie Xia Lin, not taking his life was already showing mercy," the Dark Spirit felt nothing wrong with his actions.
He was Thai and naturally hated Great Britain to the core, having been bullied many times before.
Now, they had been blind enough to offend Xia Lin and even attempted to use force. The Dark Spirit felt no mercy.
He precisely defined his role: Xia Feng's dog, taking pride in protecting Xia Lin's safety.
Anyone who posed a threat to Xia Lin was to be eliminated.
"Indeed, they were ignorant. Severely injuring him was quite lenient," King Hughes nodded.
Bieber had thought he could act tough, but unexpectedly, a man he didn't recognize appeared and severely injured Gar with a single move, filling him with dread.
Fortunately, the man hadn't even glanced at him.
This feeling of being utterly disregarded... actually, it wasn't so bad.
Bieber was completely stunned. While he was lost in thought, Peter of England looked at him and said, "Kneel and apologize, then take the person on the ground and leave."
*Gulp...*
Bieber swallowed and said fearfully, "I am a Marquis. You are not qualified to make me kneel."
Truly, facing death, he still insisted on flaunting his noble bloodline.
Westerners were like this, so conceited, always believing their bloodline was noble.
In reality, it was just that, living in their own dreams.
"I'll do it," Zhou Gangyi stood up.
He had endured Bieber's smug face for far too long. Did he think he was noble?
Today, he would make him kneel and apologize. Not only would he make him kneel, but he would also make his uncle kneel. What noble Western bloodline? Today, he would show them what it meant to be an Easterner.
As Zhou Gangyi stood, Peter of England consciously stepped aside.
Bieber watched an Eastern-faced man walk towards him. He took a step back and asked in panic, "Who are you?"
"I'm the one here to educate you." Zhou Gangyi walked over and, like grabbing a chick, lifted Bieber into his hands. He dragged him to in front of Xia Lin and the others and kicked the joint of his knee. Bieber, under the force, knelt directly onto the ground.
"Today, I'm making you kneel. Aren't you a Marquis? Aren't you of noble blood? Show me more of your arrogance?"
As Zhou Gangyi spoke, he slapped Bieber's face.
*Slap, slap, slap...*
The slaps were loud and resounded with great vigor.
Huang Heng, sitting in the farthest corner, watched with burning passion. This was true power, displaying the true colors of a passionate Chinese man.
Zhou Gangyi, like him, was also a super young master. They could be arrogant within China, but this was abroad, in Great Britain.
Here, no one would acknowledge them as young masters, nor care who they were. Upon arriving here, one had to abide by local laws.
Now, seeing Zhou Gangyi treating a Marquis like dirt, Huang Heng's heart was about to leap out of his chest.
It felt so damn good.
All of this was because of Xia Feng, wasn't it?
Only that man had the confidence to let everyone do whatever they wanted.
"Now call your so-called Prince uncle and tell him to come and kneel too. And let me tell you something, Chinese people are not to be trifled with."
Zhou Gangyi spoke the last sentence very loudly, and everyone in the banquet hall heard it.
"Chinese people are not to be trifled with."
This sentence seemed to impact the hearts of everyone present. When a few Chinese people in the hall heard this, they were moved to tears on the spot.
Only when one's own country is strong can they avoid being bullied, ostracized, and gain respect abroad.
Our glorious China, with thousands of years of civilization, how could it be bullied by such clowns?
The bloodline of the nation stretches for tens of thousands of miles, writing the stories of Chinese people and forging a brilliant and passionate Chinese civilization.
"Good!" Prince Xiao Wang of the nation shouted loudly, standing up and applauding vigorously.
Others followed suit, all standing up and applauding.
Although Prince Xiao Wang was studying abroad in Great Britain, he always remembered the words of Old King, taking the rejuvenation of China as his mission.
Although he had slacked off in recent years and hadn't made any contributions, Old King's words had long since taken root and sprouted in his heart.
Huang Heng's palms were red from clapping. He had never been so excited.
Due to his family background, he had been instilled with the idea of protecting China since childhood. Therefore, after graduation, he directly joined the team for training.
He now realized that acting tough domestically was bullying his own people, but acting tough abroad was truly impressive.
Bieber's face had gone numb from the beatings. Hearing a group of Chinese people applauding there dealt another ten thousand critical blows to his heart. He was bullied by outsiders in his own country.
He felt a sense of unspeakable disappointment. Then, with trembling hands, he took out his phone and dialed his uncle, Prince Kane.
"U-Uncle... hurry here. Gar has been severely injured, and I've been beaten badly too. They want you to come and kneel to apologize... Yes, a group of Chinese people."
After Bieber finished his report with difficulty, Zhou Gangyi looked at him and said, "Kneel properly. One wrong move and it's another slap."
After the brutal beating, Bieber no longer had his previous arrogant attitude.
Noble bloodline, Marquis status, all were cast aside.
Westerners were like this, spineless, only knowing how to bully those weaker than them.
If you take one step back, they'll advance ten, and they'll never feel the need for courtesy.
This was also why they were like dogs in front of Americans, especially Great Britain, the number one lackey of the United States, doing whatever the US pointed them to.
There was no reason for it, simply because the US was powerful, and would beat you up at the slightest disagreement.
At such times, they wouldn't talk about noble bloodlines.
A dog is a dog, and that's exactly what Bieber was now.
Any respect was built upon immense power. Without strength, any harsh words would appear pale and powerless.
"Good job. I'll give you an extra chicken leg later," Prince Xiao Wang said to Zhou Gangyi, who had returned to his seat.
"Gangyi, I admire you," Huang Heng gave Zhou Gangyi a thumbs-up.
This was the first time he truly admired someone from the bottom of his heart, without any pretense. As for Li Changhe, his state of mind was much better than Huang Heng's; he felt these things were natural.
Zhou Gangyi scoffed and said,
"A bunch of self-important fools."
Prince Xiao Wang nodded in agreement, "Indeed."
Then, he looked at Kalenbir, who was standing there dumbfounded, and waved him over, saying, "Come here, you too, kneel down."
Kalenbir dared not say another word and immediately ran over, kneeling beside Bieber.