Su Yanyi really was beautiful. If described with so common phrases, she could be called bright-eyed and white-toothed, naturally fragrant with no added scent, resplendently beautiful, and a woman of peerless elegance. However, her most distinguishing feature wasn’t her appearance at all, but rather the aura she exuded. It was a lofty dignity, cool and laced with boundless arrogance, which made many n unable to resist the urge to conquer her as soon as they laid eyes on her!
Therefore, one or two n who considered themselves more advantaged than Qin Jiran appeared before Su Yanyi. It was evident they treated Su Yanyi as Qin Jiran’s accessory, a view probably shared by many other n since most won who ca here were often seen that way.
"Good evening, beautiful Eastern woman, may I have the honor of buying you a drink?" The man’s broken Chinese sounded very odd, but his pretense at being a gentleman was even more nauseating.
"You will never have that honor," Su Yanyi said bluntly, tossing her chips onto the small bet without even glancing at the man.
The man naturally felt an intolerable sense of being ignored. His eyes flashed as he looked at Qin Jiran, who was watching him with a cold face.
"What, is it because your sugar daddy is here that you feel embarrassed to talk to ? Beautiful lady, you must understand that in this world, there are n who are far more suitable for you." This man was clearly no gentleman, and within just two sentences, he had put his despicable thoughts on full display.
In reality, there were few true gentlen among those who could board this ship, and even Qin Jiran and Su Yanyi were perhaps no exception.
This was the first ti Su Yanyi heard soone call Qin Jiran her sugar daddy. She didn’t feel insulted; rather, she found it amusing. But amusing as it was, that didn’t an she would let off the lecherous-faced man.
Su Yanyi waved her hand to signal the Dark One team to take control of the man. But before the Dark One team could act, Qin Jiran had already walked up to the man and poured his entire glass of wine over his head. The man, who had affected a gentlemanly deanor, instantly turned into a sorry, drenched chicken. Wine dribbled down his hair, prompting laughter from many of the onlookers.
The rules on the Luxury Liner were simple: survival of the fittest. If you had enough power and strength, then you had a voice here. The Warrens family had never stipulated that fighting was prohibited on the Luxury Liner. Therefore, every year, a few or even dozens of people died due to personal feuds. Many who were familiar with the Luxury Liner’s rules knew there was going to be so excitent to watch.
Seeing Qin Jiran’s action, Su Yanyi stopped playing with the dice, turned around with keen interest, and adopted the stance of a spectator. She was sowhat looking forward to seeing the man’s angry expression—oh, or perhaps his jealous expression?
"You, damn it! You’re provoking , I, I’m going to throw you into the sea, you idiots, why don’t you co here and beat him to death!" The man, who had been doused in wine, was practically insane with rage. His eyes were bloodshot as he was about to swing his fists, but Qin Jiran’s icy stare was enough to make him shrink back, stuttering as he gestured for the four bodyguards nearby to charge forward.
As the four bodyguards made their move, the mbers of the Dark One team also gathered around. The bodyguards imdiately stopped in their tracks, realizing that number-wise, they were clearly outmatched, even if they couldn’t compare in terms of strength. Even the man who had been harassing Su Yanyi was now regretting his carelessness. He had been so fixated on the beautiful woman that he hadn’t noticed so many bodyguards were there—if he had, he definitely would have brought more people!
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