Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Mick could no longer tolerate Ye Ling's scornful mocking and was poised to launch a vicious attack on him.

Who was he? An important member of the Locke Clan, his status was unmatched even across the Western Lands, attracting countless people vying to curry favor wherever he went.

Yet today, he found himself repeatedly ridiculed and even insulted by a youth from Huaxia. If he continued to act the gentleman, people would likely look down upon him while cursing him for putting on an act.

Hearing Mick's threat, Ye Ling shrugged: "What? Do you really think your blind-cat bodyguards can teach me a lesson?"

Blind-cat bodyguards—this was an outright insult from Ye Ling to Mick. What blind-cat bodyguards? These were elites who had battled on the East African front, kings among soldiers.

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"Ruth, I presume the Sterr Family wouldn't interfere in this matter," Mick raised his head, looking toward Ruth with a cold, grim smile as murderous intent surged in his heart.

Ruth shrugged: "I'm sorry, but anyone visiting the Sterr Family is our honored guest. If we can't even protect our guest, then our family's century-old reputation would be meaningless."

"Besides, he is my fiancé, and I believe Mr. Mick, you would not be so unwise as to lay a hand on my man in our Sterr Family's territory."

Ruth said with a slight smile, but the firm resolution in her words was audible to all.

You dare to harm my man in my house—who the hell do you think you are, my father or my mother, to expect me to indulge you?

Mick stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes fixated on Ruth in disbelief: "Ruth, surely you wouldn't oppose the Locke Clan for the sake of a Huaxia kid?"

"I believe it would be an unwise choice. If the patriarch of your family heard of this, he would definitely be deeply disappointed in your decision, which would lead the Sterr Family into an abyss."

Mick was threatening Ruth, declaring war on her with the imposing strength of the Locke Clan, implying that if she dared to protect this fellow, it would mean making an enemy of the Locke Clan.

To stand against the Locke Clan would certainly displease the old patriarch within your family, as no family would wish to make an enemy of the Locke Clan—except, of course, the Ross Clan.

Just as everyone awaited Ruth's response, Ai Lu chuckled: "I don't think the Locke Clan has the capacity to inflict significant harm on the best ally of the Ross Clan."

The crowd inhaled sharply. What did this mean? Had the Ross Clan stepped in? Were they taking a stand for the Sterr Family?

If the Ross Clan were indeed standing up for the Sterr Family, then not even the Locke Clan—or even two of them—would dare to act recklessly.

None dared to provoke this immense and fearsome family, not even the leader of Mi Country, who lacked the courage to reach out against the Ross Clan.

"Ha, Princess Ai Lu, I think you have forgotten, we are all members of the World Salvation Association. You should know the rules that when facing a common enemy, we members should join forces!"

Mick seemed to have pinpointed Ai Lu's weakness, his cold laughter emphasizing his point. Ye Ling was familiar with the World Salvation Association Mick mentioned, having heard about it. It was a global organization recognized by various countries, a powerful entity.

The force comprised the most powerful families and geniuses in history, such as Einstein whom the invention world regarded as a divine being, a member of this organization.

And the organization believed in resource sharing; when all those with powerful backgrounds came together, their collective energy could sway the whole world. Both the Ross Clan and Locke Clan were members of the World Salvation Association.

Unperturbed by Mick's threat, Ai Lu replied: "If it comes down to collaborating with a traitor, then the Ross Clan is willing to withdraw from the World Salvation Association."

"But I wonder, while I can speak for the Ross Clan, can you claim to represent to Locke Clan?"

"Or let's say, if you were to become my enemy, could you bear the Locke Clan's losses?"

Ai Lu countered Mick with a slap, turning Mick's face an iron blue, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

The feud between the Ross Clan and the Locke Clan had been entangling for centuries, a fact known to all.

To think of uniting the two clans was as impossible as a fantasy; hence even as a member of the World Aid Society, with clearly defined rules, they could not constrain the will of the Ross Clan.

The words that followed from Ai Lu were a harsh blow to Mick.

"Who do you think you are? Since when do you have the right to compare yourself with me? I can represent the entire Ross Clan, can you?"

"I can make decisions for the Ross Clan, can you? To become an enemy of me, do you think the old geezer back home won't just break your legs when you return to the clan?"

Status determines everything, especially in this unique aristocratic society of the Western Lands, where it holds significant meaning.

"So, your threats, in my eyes, are nothing but meaningless resistance,"

Ai Lu said with a cold laugh, "What a thing you are, a shameful person from a traitorous family, and yet you have the audacity to shout and yell here."

Mick's face suddenly changed, turning red and green, yet he was unable to say anything. He just couldn't understand why such an inconsequential Huaxia youth could cause so much trouble.

Wasn't he supposed to display his might and forcefully make the Huaxia kid wail and cry for mercy on his knees?

How did it turn into himself being wildly stepped on, slapped around, and becoming a laughingstock?

"Tsk tsk, you, you're just thinking too simply. You're just a delicate flower from a greenhouse. How could your family be at ease letting you out?"

"They really don't care about you at all. You should go back and ask if you were also picked from the trash because they seem to care so little about you."

"And another thing, when you go back, you should struggle for the position of family successor, otherwise, I think there will be many more face-smacking incidents waiting for you."

"Don't you think so, just an ordinary member of the Locke Clan?"

Ye Ling said, squinting and smiling, each sentence a stab to the heart. It was as if Mick's heart had been hammered, nearly causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Damn it, why is your mouth so vicious? Can't you speak kindly?

Mick clenched his teeth in anger, glanced at the proud Ye Ling, then at the gloomy-faced Ai Lu, and the slightly smiling Ruth.

"Haha, fine! Huaxia boy, remember what you said today! Rest assured, as long as a person is alive, there's always a day for regret!" Mick gnashed his teeth.

Ye Ling nodded, "Yes, but I think for some people, it's only at the time of death that they regret, right?"

The atmosphere tensed up, Ye Ling laughed heartily, his arrogance overwhelming, yet it intimidated those in the Western Lands with tremendously powerful backgrounds.

Just then, suddenly about a dozen men and women dressed in suits, with serious expressions, started walking towards them.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Leading them was a middle-aged woman, corpulent in figure, wearing glasses, her face full of authority.