Jiang Yunzhou also sized up Xue Beng. So this is what the Fourth Prince looks like?
He wondered if this prince was truly such a dissolute fop, or if his acting was too good.
Just looking at his lecherous eyes, he couldn't feel an ounce of goodwill towards this person.
Moreover, his appearance didn't seem like an act!
"Why speak like that? We've known each other for a while, aren't you going to introduce these two young ladies?"
Xue Beng still maintained his frivolous demeanor. "You don't like this prince, that's fine. Perhaps your friends would be very happy to make my acquaintance?"
"Young ladies, are you interested in getting to know this prince?" Xue Beng turned to Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing and asked.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing had already retreated to Jiang Yunzhou's side, silently complaining, "Is this man blind? Can't he see the disgust on our faces?"
"Sorry, we're not interested in being friends with you," Xiao Wu said, looking up directly.
The smile on Xue Beng's face stiffened a bit. He hadn't expected such a blatant rejection.
He was a prince, should he reintroduce his identity?
Jiang Yunzhou didn't want to clash with royalty so soon after arriving, so he spoke to the three girls, "Let's go."
The three girls immediately followed, completely ignoring Xue Beng who was blocking their path.
As a prince, being ignored in public was, in his eyes, no different from disrespecting imperial authority.
"Stop!"
Xue Beng roared, "Who are you? Did this prince permit you to leave?"
As soon as he spoke, the surrounding guards immediately moved to block their path.
They were so practiced, it was clear this kind of thing happened often.
Jiang Yunzhou frowned, a little displeased, feeling this guy was truly a troublemaker.
If they weren't on the street, he wouldn't care if he was a prince or not, and would just give him a slap.
"Is this how you, as a member of the imperial family, conduct yourself?" he sneered, asking.
In this imperial city, Xue Beng never considered the consequences of his actions.
Because those who sought an explanation from him usually didn't end well.
Who told him he had such a good background?
"So what? Now I suspect you are disrespecting imperial authority, and I have the right to detain you!"
Xue Beng had a mocking expression, completely disregarding the group. "Men, seize them!"
As long as they were captured, he could play with them however he wanted.
Ning Rongrong was so angry she was about to explode. She said firmly, "Xue Beng! Try to lay a hand on them!"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xue Beng didn't want to lose face in front of Ning Rongrong. In his eyes, he was a dissolute fop, and royalty, so he shouldn't be intimidated by her status. He sneered, "Ning Rongrong, move aside. I insist on touching them. What can you do to me?"
Zhu Zhuqing had already assumed a combat stance, while Xiao Wu quietly asked Jiang Yunzhou, "Teacher, what should we do now?"
Jiang Yunzhou sighed, "Trouble has come knocking. Whether we fight or not, we've already offended them. So why not fight?"
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing didn't care about the other party's identity. If Teacher said fight, then they would fight.
Anyway, Teacher would back them up.
Ning Rongrong also went all out, while instructing someone to quickly send a message, she also joined the battle.
Jiang Yunzhou naturally wouldn't just watch the show; he had to discipline the main culprit.
It was a good opportunity to flex some muscles. He understood the principle of striking first to avoid a hundred blows.
Since Xue Beng was practically begging for a beating, how could he not oblige?
He slowly walked in front of Xue Beng, and with one slap, sent the guard protecting him flying.
Then, with contempt in his eyes, he raised his hand for another slap.
"Slap!"
Before Xue Beng could react, he was directly slapped off his feet, falling heavily to the ground.
"You, you dare hit this prince? Do you know who you hit? You... are dead!" He couldn't believe it. In broad daylight, someone actually dared to lay a hand on him?
However, Jiang Yunzhou completely ignored Xue Beng's words and stepped forward again.
"Slap! Slap, slap!"
After a few more slaps, Xue Beng's face visibly swelled up, turning into a pig's head.
"You say, aren't you cheap? You just had to provoke me?"
"Well, now you're a toothless prince. I guess you're the only one, right?"
He not only knocked out Xue Beng's teeth but also made him swallow them.
Since he had made a move, if he didn't hit hard, how could he deter others?
Jiang Yunzhou looked down at him, "By the way, my name is Jiang Yunzhou. If you weren't the Fourth Prince, you'd be a dead man by now. Whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, bring them on, I'll take them all."
Xue Beng pursed his lips, spitting out a lot of bloody foam, unable to utter a single word.
In a short while, dozens of guards had all been knocked down by the three girls.
Xiao Wu displayed her Freezing Jade Hand to its fullest, freezing meridians, breaking bones and tendons. Anyone who fought her was left in pieces, either with broken hands or broken feet.
Her Moon Pupil Soul Confusion made people instantly fall into a daze, leaving them at her mercy.
Ning Rongrong didn't even need to attack; she just stood there, providing buffs to the two, and not a single person could get close to her.
Zhu Zhuqing used her Profound Nether Steps, moving as if in an empty realm, striking one by one. She would be gone before her opponents even reacted, and they would fall.
These guards numbered in the dozens, but they were simply no match.
Jiang Yunzhou wasn't worried about the three girls at all, and continued to torment Xue Beng.
Now that all the guards were defeated, he directly kicked Xue Beng flying into the distance.
"Stupid piece of trash."
He turned to the three girls, smiling, "Let's go. We've settled the score on the spot, to avoid getting breast hyperplasia..."
The audacious actions of the four surprised everyone. Among the onlookers, some secretly cheered, while others were silently terrified.
As a result, not a single person dared to step forward to help.
These were ruthless individuals who even dared to beat a prince. Who would go up there and invite trouble?
Xue Beng pressed his lips tightly; he couldn't bite his teeth now.
He watched them stride away, his anger reaching its peak.
It wasn't until their figures disappeared around the street corner that someone exclaimed and rushed over:
"Fourth Prince! Are you alright?!"
"Quick, someone! The Fourth Prince is injured!"
Someone reached out to help him up, but he violently shook them off: "Kiss the hell! Go back and get soldiers! I want them dead!"
After speaking, he clutched his swollen face and stormed back. He had lost too much face, and this matter absolutely couldn't be let go!
After receiving treatment from a Spirit Master.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he headed straight for Prince Xue Xing's mansion.
"Imperial Uncle! You must uphold justice for me!"
As soon as he saw Prince Xue Xing, Xue Beng burst into tears, embellishing his 'tragic encounter' with extra details.
Prince Xue Xing looked at his bruised and swollen face, both surprised and helpless:
"Xue Beng? How did someone beat you up like this? Where are they? Have they been arrested?"
"Imperial Uncle! They ran away! That's why I came to you for help..."
Prince Xue Xing sighed, disappointed, "I told you to hide your abilities, not to act recklessly and unscrupulously! What is Ning Rongrong's status? Why did you provoke her?"
Xue Beng was still a bit unconvinced, muttering, "I'm a prince, after all. What she did was disrespect imperial authority! I just took a liking to the two girls next to her, and she actually started slandering me..."
Prince Xue Xing's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, finally waving his hand to interrupt him:
"Alright, you go back and recover from your injuries. I will ask Poison Douluo to handle this matter. Don't interfere anymore."
With that, he directly stood up to see him out, his tone brooking no argument.
As soon as Xue Beng heard the words Poison Douluo, his eyes immediately lit up, and his mood greatly improved.
With that person making a move, this matter was settled!
A sinister glint flashed in his eyes: those who dared to slap him, even a thousand cuts would not be enough to vent his anger.
At the same time.
News of this conflict had already been rapidly spread to various places by multiple parties.