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Chapter 129 Don’t talk to Lord Qinghui like that!

"!!!"

Oris widened his eyes and looked at the elegant Lady Golden Iris in disbelief.

"Mother, what are you talking about?"

"I say, give up the position of city lord. Only then can Baiyan City prosper under the leadership of Lord Qinghui."

The beautiful lady looked at her son calmly and said:

"I'm not kidding. I've already had a serious talk with Lord Qinghui. If Baiyan City wants to have a future, and our small family wants to survive in the vortex, we must rely on the strong. Lord Qinghui..."

Madam Golden Iris paused for a moment, and with one hand she pulled back her golden hair that had fallen off her shoulders, and stroked Westhead's chest, her pretty face flushed.

"Lord Qinghui is such a strong man who can protect us. I have already obtained forgiveness for your previous rude and offensive behavior, so now hand over Baiyan City. This is our best destination."

"This pioneer territory is the legacy passed down by my father. Handing it over to an outsider? This is really too absurd!"

Oris looked at Westhead with gritted teeth. In his impression, his mother had always been the perfect image of wisdom and elegance. It was not so much that this city was founded by his father, but rather that the real founder was Lady Golden Iris.

But why would such a wise, calm and independent mother completely side with outsiders and even say such outrageous words?

What kind of magic potion did Lord Qinghui feed his mother? !
Westhead came to Oris with a smile and said:
"Your mother is indeed a wise person. It is rare to find someone who has both a beautiful appearance and a smart mind. You are so lucky, Lord Oris. So you'd better listen to Madam Golden Iris's advice. It's not too late to swear allegiance to me now."

Facing the tall and handsome Prince Qinghui up close, Oris no longer had the composure he had when they first met. Instead, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of inferiority.

It was not because of the suppression of the extraordinary rank, nor was it because of the gap in status or wealth.

But as a male, as a man, he is a complete loser in front of the other party.

Oris hunched his body unconsciously, but then he felt extremely humiliated. He suddenly realized that if he retreated at this moment, he would lose the last of his dignity as a man.

No, you can’t retreat!

Oris gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and said to the tall figure in front of him:

"Westhead, you're the one"

Before he could utter any vulgar words, he was interrupted.

"Oris!"

Madam Golden Iris took a step forward and shouted sternly:

"You are not allowed to speak to Lord Qinghui like that!"

The courage that he had finally mustered up disappeared instantly when he met the angry eyes of Madam Golden Iris, who reprimanded him in a tone of regret:
"What are you angry about? Do you really want to make everyone unhappy? As a noble of the empire, you are really too immature."

"Oris, I once advised you about the mistake of enslaving Qinghui refugees to ascend to higher rank. I didn't delve into it at that time, but do you still not see the situation clearly until now?"

"When are you going to grow up?!"

Oris had never experienced being scolded by his mother like this before, and he fell to the ground in shock.

After glancing at her useless son, Madam Golden Iris turned to Westhead with an apologetic expression and gently leaned on his shoulder:
"I'm sorry, Lord Qinghui, for making you witness such an indecent scene."

Westhead sighed, gently put his arm around the beautiful lady's shoulders, and said:
"Alas, I've told you before, this kid is still impulsive, and you can't convince him with reason. You still have to give me some powerful information. Leave it to me." "Well, please, but please be merciful, Lord Qinghui. After all, Oris is still young and doesn't know how to handle things tactfully. If you are angered by this kid, let me apologize later, don't bother with him."

Madam Golden Iris said sadly, and kissed Westhead lightly on the side of his face.

Oris, who was originally stunned, saw this scene and immediately gritted his teeth, stood up with difficulty, and roared in a hoarse voice:

"Take your hands off my mother!"

Westhead turned a deaf ear to him. After sending Madam Golden Iris away, he calmly glanced at the young lord and said slowly:

"To be honest, I'm not a generous guy. In other words, I only keep my tolerance and mercy for those I consider my own people, my friends, my lovers, my subordinates and my people. I have almost infinite kindness towards them. But when it comes to angering my enemies, I am good at ravaging and destroying them both mentally and physically."

"Not only must we kill people, but we must also destroy their hearts."

Westhead stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Oris:
"Originally, I had planned to treat a clown like you who didn't know the world well, but you do have an excellent mother. Unlike those vulgar and superficial vases in the capital, she is so smart that I am a little surprised. Even though she knew so little information, she was able to infer the situation based on her intuition and experience and made the most correct choice."

Westhead stepped forward and held out the back of his hand:

"So I changed my mind. I don't want to wait for the future. I want Baiyan City now, and your family can also exist as my subordinates. Kiss the back of my hand. This will bring endless glory!"

Westhead felt that he had shown enough goodwill, but unfortunately Oris did not appreciate it. He pushed away the olive branch thrown by Westhead and punched that incredibly handsome face with all his might.

But how could a small lord of the first rank sneak attack Westhead of the [Exemplar] rank?

Oris's fist seemed powerful and swift, but was caught firmly by Westhead.

The Lord of Baiyan City tried to break free, but was firmly clamped and could not move.

Lord Qinghui turned his head and looked to the side:
"Yuerda, is this considered an active attack?"

"It's too vague, brother. It doesn't clearly define who broke the law first."

The fairy-like white-blonde girl found a new angle and turned on the camera function on her bracelet to record the scene:

"It would be better if it could be more extreme, using weapons or something like that."

Upon hearing this, Westhead released his grip on Oris, causing the latter to stagger back a few steps.

Then he took a standard long sword from Yurda, forced it into Oris's hand, and sighed:
"I didn't want to do this, but who told you to be so stubborn?"

Oris, blinded by anger, regained his composure briefly and had a bad feeling:

"What do you want to do? I just threw that punch because I was impulsive. I will never attack you again! Never!"

Westhead smiled slightly and said:
"You'd better not, because I hope you can still hold back after listening to these recordings. Hold the sword well, and make sure it is strong and has some Yin force when you strike later."

Oris seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"You...you can't do this, you can't do this!"

"Quack! I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!"

(End of this chapter)