The young noble and the middle-aged scholar arrived at the flower queen's door, where the turtle-man attendant greeted them with a fawning smile. "Welcome, Young Master Zhou."
Young Master Zhou ignored the attendant, his expression sour as he glared at Shawn Steele. "Who are you? With a face like that, do you really think you could become Susie's honored guest?"
"So what if I do? So what if I don't?" Shawn replied coolly.
A cold sneer appeared on Zhou's face. "If you do, then get lost. Don't make me throw you down myself!"
Just then, Young Master Zhou's two servants stepped forward, eyeing Shawn Steele menacingly. It was clear they'd act the moment their master gave the word.
"You can try," Shawn glanced at the two servants with obvious disdain.
Zhou's temper flared. He barked, "You don't know what's good for you! Da, Er, break this guy's arms and legs and throw him out of Heaven Fragrance Pavilion! Daring to compete with me for a woman—he must be tired of living!"
The turtle-man attendant hesitated, then gritted his teeth and pleaded, "Young Master Zhou, this young man doesn't know your reputation. Please show mercy and let him go. I'll send him away myself—please don't take it to heart."
Smack!
Young Master Zhou slapped the attendant across the face, snapping, "Lowly fool! Do you think you have any right to meddle in my affairs?"
Thud!
The turtle-man attendant hurriedly dropped to his knees, kowtowing and begging for mercy. "Please spare me, Young Master Zhou! I know I was wrong!"
"Get out of my sight!" Zhou kicked the attendant hard.
"Yes, yes, I'm leaving right away!" The attendant shot Shawn Steele an apologetic look and fled in a panic.
The two servants each grabbed one of Shawn Steele's shoulders, grinning viciously as they started to squeeze, clearly intending to break his shoulder blades.
"You brought this on yourselves!"
Shawn said calmly, then raised his hand and slapped twice. Instantly, the two servants flew down the third-floor corridor like broken kites, crashing at the far end, their fate unknown.
Seeing this, Young Master Zhou and the middle-aged scholar were both stunned.
Suddenly, Shawn Steele strode toward Young Master Zhou, who instinctively backed away, pointing at him and stammering, "You... you... you dare attack my people? Do you have any idea who I am?"
With a swift grab, Shawn seized Zhou by the neck and slapped him hard. "If people leave me alone, I leave them alone. But when you bully me, you'd better expect to be bullied back!"