Jincheng International Airport Waiting Hall.
Two days had passed since the great battle of the Huangluo Clan. The ti for Spirit You to contact the Spa Training Camp liaison had co, and Jiang Chen arrived here with Yan Hu, Spirit You, Qingyuan Yingzi, and Leng Ming.
"Mr. Jiang, the liaison’s plane arrives at two in the afternoon, and it’s one-thirty now. Let’s sit and wait for a bit!" Spirit You checked the ti and softly suggested.
"Alright!" Jiang Chen lightly nodded.
Since they were dealing with the Spa Training Camp, to avoid any trouble, Jiang Chen did not let Spirit You call him Chief Instructor anymore.
The group glanced around and walked towards a row of more spacious seats.
"Sorry, we’ve reserved this area!"
Just as Jiang Chen and his group reached the seats and were about to sit down, a shouting voice rang out. A man dressed in a black suit with blond hair and blue eyes approached them, arrogantly saying, "Folks, please go find other seats to sit!"
"You’ve reserved it? This is the first I’ve heard of reserving seats in an airport waiting hall!" Jiang Chen looked at the man in the black suit with amusent.
"I said it’s reserved, so it’s reserved. Please leave this area!"
The man in the black suit’s face darkened as he coldly stared at Jiang Chen, disdainfully saying, "If you sit on these chairs, how can we let our distinguished young master sit? Don’t dirty these seats, leave imdiately!"
Hearing this, the faces of Jiang Chen’s group turned grim.
"What did you say?" Leng Ming’s eyes narrowed as he stepped forward to the man in the black suit, coldly staring into his eyes.
"I said, you better leave right now..." The man in the black suit began to speak again.
Bang!
A muffled sound rang out. The man in the black suit was forcefully knocked back, crashing into the corridor beside them.
Puh!
After falling, the man’s spirit imdiately weakened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his gaze filled with shock and disbelief as he looked at Leng Ming.
"Ah!"
"What happened?!"
"Did that man spit out blood?!"
"How formidable! He kicked that foreigner so hard he made him spit blood!"
"That foreigner deserved it, daring to act tough amidst us of the Fla Dragon; serves him right to be beaten!"
The surrounding crowd exclaid in shock, looking at Leng Ming in amazent.
"What’s going on?"
A shout sounded, and two airport duty ard officers ran over.
"Spirit You!" Jiang Chen spoke in a low voice.
"Yes!"
Spirit You nodded, stepped forward to stop the two ard officers, showed them so identification, and whispered a few words to them. The officers nodded in response, gave Jiang Chen and his group a look, and returned to their posts.
Smack!
Jiang Chen slapped Leng Ming’s shoulder and whispered, "Didn’t I tell you not to start fights recklessly?"
"I..."
Leng Ming opened his mouth, glanced at the surrounding crowd staring at him, and then clamped his mouth shut, a look of apology appearing on his face.
"However... you did the right thing this ti." Jiang Chen patted Leng Ming’s shoulder again, giving him a slight smile.
Whew!
Leng Ming breathed a sigh of relief and gave Jiang Chen a wry look.
"Ma’er Han!"
A shout rang out as a young man, holding a delicate-looking woman, approached the group, accompanied by an elderly man dressed in a silver suit, followed by three n in black suits.
The three n in black quickly stepped forward, helped Ma’er Han up, and looked at Leng Ming with a wary expression.
The elderly man in the silver suit glanced at Jiang Chen and the others, his face suddenly changed, and he slightly narrowed his eyes and stepped to the side, subtly positioning himself in front of the young man.
Jiang Chen’s expression also changed, he glanced at the elderly man, his eyes slightly narrowed.
A Venerable Realm expert?!
"Young master, I apologize for disgracing you!" Ma’er Han bowed deeply to the young man, his face full of sha.
The young man waved his hand and turned to look at Jiang Chen and the others, "Gentlen, why did you hit my man?"
"Hit? If Mr. Jiang hadn’t forbidden from killing at will, he’d already be a dead man!" Leng Ming spoke coldly.
The young man was taken aback, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he turned to Ma’er Han, "What happened?"
Ma’er Han’s complexion slightly changed, he lowered his head and remained silent.
Leng Ming sneered coldly, "What’s the matter? Turned mute after seeing your master? Weren’t you quite arrogant just now? Don’t think being a peak Innate Grandmaster is impressive, such strength is nothing but trash in my eyes!"
"You..." Ma’er Han gritted his teeth and glared at Leng Ming with a resentful look in his eyes.
"What? Can’t accept it?" Leng Ming held his head high, provocatively staring at Ma’er Han.
The young man furrowed his brows and spoke sternly, "Sir, you’ve gone too far!"
"I’ve gone too far? You he..."
"Enough!"
Jiang Chen spoke softly, interrupting Leng Ming’s words, and turned to look at the young man, "Sir, whatever your identity might be, I hope you understand that I’m not sure how it works in your country, but here in Fla Dragon, there’s no such thing as reserved seating in the airport waiting hall!"
"Moreover, if you and your guards also feel that we have tainted the chair by sitting in it, making it impossible for you to sit anymore, then you shouldn’t co here; you should buy your own plane!"
"Reserved? Tainted?" The young man was montarily startled and frowned slightly before glaring at Ma’er Han.
Ma’er Han’s complexion slightly changed, and he quickly lowered his head.
"Sir, I apologize, I didn’t an that." The young man looked apologetic, addressing Jiang Chen and the others.
Jiang Chen glanced at the young man, then sat down on the seat, with Yan Hu and the other four sitting next to him.
"Young master, I apologize! I..." Ma’er Han glared fiercely at Jiang Chen and the others, then turned his head in panic to look at the young man.
The young man spoke in a deep voice, "I’ve told you many tis, do not think you’re above others because of our status and position. Ma’er Han, if you make such a mistake again, leave imdiately, don’t stay by my side anymore!"
"I dare not! I won’t dare anymore!" Ma’er Han’s expression changed, his voice anxious.
"Young master, let’s sit over there!"
The elderly man in the silver suit pointed to a few connected empty seats opposite Jiang Chen and the others.
"Okay!"
The young man nodded, walked over to the seat, first assisted the woman beside him to sit down, then sat next to her.
The elderly man and Ma’er Han stood next to the pair, vigilantly scanning the surroundings. Their eyes occasionally darted towards Jiang Chen and his group, showing a wary expression.
There were still a few seats empty next to the young couple, but no one took them.
Jiang Chen glanced at the elderly man in the silver suit, turned his head to size up the young man and lightly raised his eyebrows.
On the young man, he sensed a familiar aura.
He felt it too on Leng Ming, the aura of a natural-born leader, innately noble.
Moreover, the aura on him was even more refined than that on Leng Ming, albeit less domineering.
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