Chapter 300: The White Streak
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Greda's heart flooded with spite, as few days ago he finally met a lovely lady which struck his heart hard, while being heavenly fortunately single and alone she seemed on the street. He was excited as he headed over, decided to tease her to grab her attention. No doubt, the lady, being as embarrassed and introverted she was, struggled with blushes and twists, which were the trigger to his libido. Gulp! He certainly enjoyed the catcher-and-catched game with pretty girls like her.
The downer was... spectators were gathering around him, like a real dramatic crowd of them where there were literally three circles surrounding the crime scene. The passersby knew who Greda was and of course they would not have the courage to interrupt his enjoyment. He was just surprised that his routine of flirtation was getting so much unnecessary attention.
He was in desire of withdrawing himself. Yes, he was the big guy in Guilar that no one would dare to offend thanks to his father, but anyone with a mon sense would know that it was always a risky ride to tour in Guilar everyday, since you would never know what kind of hideous character hid in the crowd as you were teasing a fair lady at the roadside. Greda just feared his daily routine would bee a tragedy that even his father would be unable to handle.
Greda was known as the man who was born with a silver spoon, he could have abused the rules using the name of his family but he, like all other Aristocratic members, held that caution to not breach the unwritten rule in the dark.
The situation was awkward, as it would be embarrassing to just eject himself from the place, he was bewitched by the lady too. "What the hell!" There was a loud curse ing from the crowd, with two waves of thunderous roar followed, which nearly frightened him to the ground.
Like seriously? Could human produce waves like this? Greda remained astonished even from reminiscing it. He was unaware of the happening till he was informed about the appearance of 20 Jie experts in the field. Perhaps... speculated he, the thunderous roar was from these 20 Jie experts who seemed to have caused more harm than hurt.
Well, those are some dorks. Who would want to pick a fight with Jie expert? Do they want to die? mented Greda in disgrace regarding the victims. Sighs, and that was when the pretty girl disappeared from my sight. Life could not be perfect, couldn't it?
Greda's father knew his son well enough, that he employed a group of bodyguards for him, fearing that deafening news of his son's perish. Guilar forbade the flight of mechs, so these bodyguards all fought with fists and kicks rather than fancy gadgets.
And that was how Greda wrote a tale of him being the center of formation of a seeming gangster, as he strolled on the street. He lifted his steps proudly, knowing those truly the danger would not bother about him while the enemies he had made in the past would fear his father.
Sighs, it's life after all. I still could not forget that lady. I could not be bothered with the other ordinary girls on the street ever since. They were so ordinary while she... was otherworldly.
Wait what! Shocked Greda was, as he jerked his step in front of a hotel.
Was the God sympathizing me? His heart raced seeing that one lady. He had viewed countless women but this particular one made his heart race faster than ever. Was she the goddess? The goddess of Venus? The epitome of beauty itself?
About 20 meters in front, a slender silhouette was swinging the curve left to right, with the fine face leaning back and fro - an adorable treat to his eyes...
The hair was glossing as expressively as her eyes, telling a saddening tale he would love to know.
Such naivety! His heart felt hammered.
And that girl was walking towards him, oh, that girl of his memory, of his thoughts day and night. She seemed troubled as ever! She did not notice Greda apparently!
Greda was overjoyed, he tried holding his horse as he signaled his men, who were well-aware of this young master's style. Stampede! Stampede! They marched to her and circled her.
"Oh?!" The girl returned from her mind wonderland as she was shocked seeing Greda's face.
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"Yawn..." Fifth floor of the hotel, few men were squatting near the window in daze. Sang Fan, Sang Tie, Hai Lan and Guo were having a men's talk to each other. They were absolutely bored, thanks to Ye Chong who seemed to have been engulfed by the room three days ago. They dared not to head out without his permission, since they did not have a proper task to work on either.
"You know those days, I actually hunted down a few Gigadas barehanded."
"Really? Man you're good, it took me forever to kill one... Could you teach me the trick to do it?"
"Well, you're still a boy, this is something only a man knows how."
"Hahaha..." Hai Lian was missing the good old-fashioned slice of life conversation...
"Wait."
"What are these men doing down there?" asked Sang Tie.
"What else?" Hai Lan gave a glance and replied in dismay, "Flirting in public, duh?" Chatting with Sang Tie and Sang Fan was more consuming than he thought. Well if you were to chat with a bunch of butchers from the slaughterhouse you would feel the same too, the topic always revolved around "Battle
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