"Listen to you? Become your underling?" Yangyang disdainfully looked him up and down, "Do you have that qualification? So what if youâre the heir? I listen to whoeverâs fist is stronger, whoever is the most powerful, Iâll submit to them. But look at you, a weakling like that, can you beat me? You want me as your underling? Keep dreaming."
With that, Yangyang turned his head and left. This annoying guyâs face looked quite like that of Prince Le, and he claimed to be the heir, likely the son of Prince Le. Just as annoying as his father.
"Stop, you canât go! I didnât allow you to leave, and you dare to walk away!" The heir of Prince Le used to be weak, but ever since being thrown into this base half a year ago, that weakness was beaten out of him.
Moreover, he became particularly arrogant and conceited.
Upon hearing the shouting behind him, Yangyang didnât turn around, so the heir of Prince Le charged forward to block him.
"I didnât say you could leave, and you dare to walk away!"
"Why wouldnât I dare?" Yangyang snorted coldly, "What do you want to do, fight? Or argue?" He said, putting his hands on his hips, glaring angrily at the heir of Prince Le.
"I heard you are very capable, the best among us. If thatâs the case, why donât you compete against the people behind me? If you win, I wonât trouble you; if you lose, youâll kneel and kowtow to me, then call me grandpa three times. How about that?"
Yangyang looked at the people behind him, each taller and stronger than himself, clearly here to bully him. But did they think he was that easy to bully?
"Compete? Donât dress it up. You just want a gang fight, fine, letâs go. If you have the guts, come at me together." Yangyang snorted coldly, "Want me to call you grandpa? Youâre really full of yourself."
Without giving them a chance to react, he kicked at one of the tall guys.
"Wow, the heir is attacking!"
The heir of Prince Le stood with his hands behind his back, a sinister look in his eyes, "All of you, hit him hard, hit him relentlessly."
This annoying brat, itâs him. Father always compares me to him.
He says that neither in courage nor in smarts do I measure up to this brat.
Hmph, what a small world, running into him here. If I donât teach this brat a lesson, it would be unworthy of my fatherâs teachings.
Unfortunately, while the plan was good, reality was painful.
He was just standing there thinking, and out of nowhere, his nose got punched.
Looking at the blood on his hand, he turned his gaze towards Yangyang with a vengeful look, "You dare hit me?"
"Iâve already hit you, and youâre asking if I dare? How could Prince Le have such a stupid son? Are you really his son?"
"You brat, just you wait!" He pointed at Yangyang, "Iâm going to complain to my father. You bullied me, injured my people, and even hurt me. Iâm getting you kicked out."
Hearing this, Yangyang laughed, "Then go ahead, hurry up, letâs go, Iâll go with you." Leading the way, he chuckled internally, it would be great if he was kicked out, then he could find his mother. This foolish heir thought he wanted to stay here.
The young heir, thinking he was being provoked, covered his nose and went along with Yangyang.
"Father, he hit me!" The moment he saw Prince Le, the heir immediately complained, "He punched my nose until it bled, please kick him out, Father."
Prince Le gave him a deep look, "Your courage has grown, but your brains havenât. If you got hit, why didnât you hit back?"