Chapter 732: Chapter 732: Brocade Clothes Guards! Commander Barnes?
Feeling the unhidden gaze of the brocade-dressed young man, Winnie Roro’s radiant face quickly froze into an icy veneer.
A swirl of anger began alight in the depths of her beautiful, gem-like eyes.
"Miss, I feel a certain kinship with you upon our eting. Would you like to join
for a cup of tea?"
The brocade-dressed young man overtly leered at Winnie Roro. Her almost perfect figure made his greed intensify, it was all he could do to not blatantly abduct her on the spot.
"As for the three with you... Servant, serve our guests well. We mustn’t be rude. Understand?"
As the brocade-dressed youth finished speaking, he turned to his servant beside him.
"Yes, Young Master."
Seemingly accustod to such orders, the servant moved forward on horseback, blandly addressing Wyatt Barnes, Winnie Roro, and Elder Kane. "Sirs, please follow ."
"Buzz off!"
Just then, Winnie Roro, her face ice-cold, finally spoke. The chill in her voice seed to freeze the air around her.
The smug servant was taken aback for a mont.
The brocade-dressed young man, on the other hand, smiled gleefully. He couldn’t help but laugh, "It has been a long ti since I’ve found a woman with such a fiery spirit... The more I see you, Miss, the more I like you."
"Are you deaf? I said ’get lost’!"
Just as the air around Winnie began to ripple rapidly, and her Origin Force threatened to erupt, Wyatt Barnes stepped forward and gently held her hand, calming her anger, and lazily said.
"Kid, I was talking with this young lady, why are you butting in? But for this young lady’s sake, trust , I can make you lose your ability to speak indefinitely."
The brocade-dressed youth’s face darkened, and his vicious eyes stared at Wyatt Barnes while his threatening tone continued.
"Hmph!"
Patient as he might have been, Wyatt Barnes’s tolerance was wearing thin against the brocade-dressed youth’s constant provocations. He stepped forward, landed a casual punch in the air.
His punch shuttled through the air.
In an instant, the air currents were compressed, terrifying shockwaves surged forward.
Bang!
The sharp sound of the explosion echoed in the air. The horse that the brocade-dressed youth was riding stayed still as it’s rider was blown several ters away, terminating in a rather humiliating face-plant.
Passersby, witnessing the spectacle, couldn’t help but laugh.
The disheveled brocade-dressed youth wailed in pain. Hearing the laughter of the crowd, he shifted his gaze towards Wyatt Barnes, his face dark as storm clouds, "You dared to hit ... No matter who you are, you are dood!"
And as for his servant, his face turned pale in panic. He hastily dismounted and rushed to the brocade-dressed youth. "Young Master, are you okay?"
"Let’s go."
Wyatt Barnes, nonchalantly, smiled at Winnie Roro.
Winnie Roro nodded, not at all threatened by the youth’s rants. In this small kingdom, there was nothing that posed a threat to her.
Wyatt Barnes and his companions continued on into the inner city.
Their destination was Wyatt Barnes’s private residence in the inner city.
After walking for about half an hour, a frantic voice ca from behind them.
"It’s him! Cousin, it was him who hurt !"
The brocade-dressed youth they had dealt with earlier, caught up with them. Next to him was another fine-dressed man in his thirties.
The man had an icy deanor, his face void of any emotion, bringing forth an oppressive feeling.
Behind him was an elderly gentleman whose countenance betrayed nothing, trailing behind the fine-dressed man like a shadow.
Just like that, two young n and an elderly man, riding their horses, blocked Wyatt Barnes and his companions.
At this mont, more and more onlookers were stopping by to watch the events unfold.
"It’s the Third Young Master of the Simmons Clan!"
Many people recognized the fine-dressed young man.
The Third Young Master of the Simmons Clan?
The calm gaze of Wyatt Barnes rested on the fine-dressed young man. At the corners of his mouth, there appeared a cold smirk.
He hadn’t expected the brocade-dressed youth he’d put in his place to have ties with the Simmons Clan.
Now, with the passersby recognizing the fine-dressed young man, and the brocade-dressed youth exuding satisfaction, Wyatt Barnes cast a disdainful stare from atop his tall horse. He looked down arrogantly at Wyatt Barnes, "You dare lay your hands on . You are dead today!"
Pausing, the brocade-dressed youth then turned to Winnie Roro, "Of course, if she would consent to being my third concubine, I might consider sparing your life. I’ll only cripple your cultivation!"
"Looking for death!"
Winnie Roro’s eyes revealed a chilling intent. She was about to strike when she faced another interruption.
"Just cripple my cultivation?"
Taking a stride, Wyatt Barnes who now stood in front of Winnie Roro, flashed a mocking smile. He looked at the brocade-dressed youth, "So, that’s your definition of rcy?"
"Of course!"
Seemingly unaware of the impending crisis, the brocade-dressed youth arrogantly lifted his head, "Without her, I would have you torn to pieces and left for the stray dogs!"
"I hope the Simmons Clan can give
a satisfactory explanation... Or else, I will have to personally et with Jason Simmons."
Wyatt Barnes, with a smirk growing wider, shifted his gaze to the elderly man trailing behind the fine-dressed youth.
The elder, upon seeing Wyatt Barnes, had rubbed his eyes as if to confirm his sight.
At Wyatt Barnes’s words, paired with his stare, the elderly man’s suspicions were confird.
"It’s really him!"
A shiver ran down the elderly man’s spine.
He had t the man in the purple robe before, years ago. That ti, he was in the company of the Simmons Clan Chief, ’Jason Simmons’.
However, compared to then, the purple-clothed youth’s face had lost so of its naivety, gaining a hint of vicissitudes of life, giving off a mature and steady feel.
This was exactly why he did not confirm the other party’s identity imdiately.
Now, with the other person suddenly uttering these words and looking at him, he realized the other party still rembered him and had recognized him.
"Who are you? You dare to call my father by his na directly."
The well-dressed young man frowned, looking at Wyatt Barnes, and asked in a deep voice.
"Third Young Master."
At this point, the old man behind the well-dressed young man beca anxious and hurriedly used his Origin Force to speak: "He... he’s Commander Barnes."
"Commander Barnes? Which Commander Barnes?"
The well-dressed young man frowned again.
"Brocade Clothes Guards."
The old man took a deep breath and slowly used his Origin Force to say these three words.
Brocade Clothes Guards!
Commander Barnes?
As the well-dressed young man heard ’Brocade Clothes Guards’, his heart couldn’t help but leap. When he connected ’Brocade Clothes Guards’ and ’Commander Barnes’ together, his face completely changed.
It’s him!
It turned out to be him!
Didn’t he just leave four years ago? Why did he co back?
Although, he didn’t see this person with his own eyes, this person’s reputation was like thunder in his ears.
So much so, that even if this person killed him on the streets, his family would not dare retaliate.
Even his father, the Simmons Clan Chief, wouldn’t dare to hold a grudge.
What a joke!
On top of having an unparalleled Martial Dao talent and an amazing background, the man before his eyes was also a disciple from a powerful sect in the Green Forest Royal Country.
"Little brat, you dare to call my uncle’s na directly, looking for death!"
Suddenly, a harsh shout ca, frightening the well-dressed young man.
Whoosh!
Almost in the blink of an eye after the Brocade Clothes youth started speaking, the well-dressed young man slapped him, the loud ’smack’ leaving a red mark on the Brocade Clothes youth’s face.
The Brocade Clothes youth was stunned.
Even the spectators around were stunned.
What was happening right now?
Winnie Roro, Taoi Roro, and Elder Kane were also shocked by the scene before them.
"Cousin, you...you hit the wrong person. It’s him... it’s him who directly called uncle’s... "
The Brocade-Clothed youth shook his sowhat dizzy head, looking at the well-dressed young man, anxiously saying.
Slap!
However, before he finished speaking, he was slapped again.
"Cousin..."
The Brocade Clothes youth was a bit clearer this ti, realizing he might have caused a big trouble. Before he could ask what happened, the well-dressed young man picked him up like an eagle catching a chick and tossed him off the horse.
Then the well-dressed young man also dismounted from his horse.
"Kneel!"
As the Brocade Clothes youth who just fell embarrassingly on the ground tried to stand up, the well-dressed young man’s glance turned cold. He kicked out, knocking the Brocade-Clothes youth down to Wyatt Barnes’s feet.
"Cousin, I..."
The Brocade Clothes youth fell face down, looking shattered. He turned his head as though he wanted to ask sothing.
Slap!
Another slap ca, turning his face swollen, "Kneel!!"
This ti, the Brocade-Clothed youth was thoroughly awakened, realizing he might have really caused a huge disaster. Although unwilling, he obediently knelt.
Just when the Brocade-Clothed young man was feeling wronged and didn’t know what had happened.
He was again horrified to see.
His cousin, the Third Young Master of the Simmons Clan, the next heir to the Simmons Clan Chief, was actually bowing to the purple-clothed youth he had just threatened to tear to pieces.
"Commander Barnes."
After bending his body, the well-dressed young man respectfully saluted Wyatt Barnes.
Commander Barnes?
Hearing the well-dressed young man’s words, the Brocade Clothes youth was stunned, then couldn’t help whispering: "Cousin, you’ve mistaken him for soone else, haven’t you..."
In his view, Crimson Heaven kingdom didn’t have such a young commander.
Slap!
Another slap left the Brocade Clothes youth dizzied.
"If you say another word, I will tear your mouth apart!"
The well-dressed young man’s voice ca, scaring the Brocade Clothes youth into trembling, obediently closing his mouth, his heart filled with terror, "Who on earth is this guy? Why is even my cousin afraid of him?"
"Are you the son of Jason Simmons?"
Wyatt Barnes spared the well-dressed young man a glance.
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