"What are you doing? You bastard!"
Charles's furious outburst immediately drew the attention of the people around.
Soon, someone recognized Charles's identity, and one by one, they looked at Lin Yi, who was pointing a sword at Charles, with astonishment:
"What's he trying to do?"
That's the Eldest Prince of the Ao Sheng Empire, the most likely heir to the future throne!
Is he going to kill him here?
Is that so?
Of course not!
When Lin Yi realized several powerful presences were focusing on him, he suddenly smiled at Charles and put away his longsword, saying:
"Just joking."
This joke, however, didn't amuse Charles at all.
He glared at Lin Yi, gritting his teeth:
"Don't think that just because you're now the Jialan King, I won't dare do anything to you."
"I hope there won't be a second joke like this."
"Because it's not funny at all."
Lin Yi shrugged indifferently and said:
"A grown man like you can't even take a joke? That's pathetic."
"It's so boring."
