C94 Troublemakers(2)

Lee Zhuohua saw that the other party was being so rude, so he also gave him a cold gaze.

If he had met this kind of person before, Lee Zhuohua would not bother with him, just like the mean man from before.

However, at this moment, Lee Zhuohua had something that he wanted to talk about with Miss Zilan, because that matter was related to the great thousand, and the person in front of him had come out at this moment to cause chaos. Lee Zhuohua might have to teach him a lesson as well.

"I hate mad dogs who bark in front of the door and disturb people's mood." Lee Zhuohua said with an indifferent expression, his words were filled with sarcasm.

"Young Master Lee, do not be rude." When Miss Zilan saw Lee Zhuohua's expression, she thought that he was offending Jing Junchen because he did not know the identity of the person who came, so she quickly reminded him.

However, Jing Junchen had already heard what Lee Zhuohua said.

As expected, when Jing Junchen heard Lee Zhuohua's words of comparing him to a mad dog, he was immediately flustered and exasperated, and his eyes were filled with malice.

"You must be tired of living. Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?" Jing Junchen said anxiously. It was obvious that he also thought of Lee Zhuohua as a country bumpkin who did not know where he came from.

He said it on purpose, wanting to intimidate Lee Zhuohua with his identity. He believed that when he told him his identity, the other party would definitely regret his actions and kneel down to beg for mercy.

But he was overthinking it. Lee Zhuohua did not care about his identity.

"I don't care who you are! You have ruined my mood. No matter how big your background is, I will still kick you out." Lee Zhuohua's eyes turned cold as he said to Jing Junchen.

Jing Junchen had always been the one to bully others, and no one had ever dared to bully him in front of others. It was really because he had a powerful father. At this moment, when he suddenly saw someone dare to offend him like this, he was stunned for a moment.

However, when he came back to his senses, he was instantly enraged.

"How dare you," Jing Junchen said with a flushed face.

He did not attack Lee Zhuohua directly. Although his background was astonishing, his talent was too weak. Until now, he had yet to step onto the path of a cultivator. Therefore, he was also afraid that he would not be able to defeat Lee Zhuohua.

But Lee Zhuohua seemed a little impatient. He did not want to waste any more time talking to this hedonistic son.

"So noisy." Lee Zhuohua let out a low shout, and with a pinch of the Right Hand Sword, The Sword Qi Of The Holy Spirit instantly emerged from his body.

With a light swipe of his right hand, a pure white sword qi swept towards Jing Junchen.

Jing Junchen was just an ordinary person without any cultivation. How could he dodge Lee Zhuohua's sword qi?

His eyes were wide open, and his disbelief turned into fear.

The pure white sword qi fiercely swept towards Jing Junchen's body. With just this strike, he was like a kite with its string cut as he was sent flying from the room on the second floor to the hall on the first floor.

The sound of something being smashed could be heard from the hall on the first floor. In the middle of it all, there was a person's miserable cry, cursing non-stop.

Lee Zhuohua did not look at Jing Junchen. Lee Zhuohua had already held back just now, but he did not injure the noisy man at all.

When Miss Zilan saw Lee Zhuohua's astonishing actions, she was so shocked that she was speechless for a moment.

She did not expect Lee Zhuohua to attack without saying a word. She knew Jing Junchen's background. Lee Zhuohua seemed to be very straightforward, but what followed was the revenge from the other party.

"Young Master Lee, leave quickly. This person is the son of Marquis Ling Wu. If you humiliate him like this, he will definitely not give up. Young Master Lee, take this opportunity to leave quickly." When she came back to her senses, she quickly advised Lee Zhuohua to leave as soon as possible, afraid that Jing Junchen would find someone to take revenge.

Lee Zhuohua was a little surprised to see Miss Zilan in such a hurry and panic.

"It's fine. Let them come. Miss Zilan doesn't need to worry about it." Lee Zhuohua waved his hand, indicating that he did not mind that Jing Junchen had found someone to take revenge on him.

And when Miss Zilan saw that Lee Zhuohua did not care about it, she became even more anxious. It was obvious that the other party did not know Jing Junchen's background.

"Young Master Lee, hurry up and leave. That Marquis Ling Wu is..." Miss Zilan anxiously wanted to explain the origins of Marquis Ling Wu to Lee Zhuohua.

But Lee Zhuohua shook his head and did not let her continue.

"No matter who he is, and no matter what his background is, Miss Zilan doesn't need to worry. I have my ways to resolve it." Lee Zhuohua looked at Zi Lan who was in a hurry with clear eyes.

His eyes were filled with confidence, as if nothing was a problem in front of him, and this confidence of hers slowly calmed Miss Zilan down.

Miss Zilan did not say anything else. She was comforted by Lee Zhuohua's confident gaze. Even she felt strange. Where did the other party's confidence come from, but it was so convincing.

"Miss Zilan, you and I should continue talking about what happened just now." Lee Zhuohua returned to the main topic.

As for Miss Zilan, she seemed to still be immersed in Lee Zhuohua's confident gaze and had yet to regain her senses.

Lee Zhuohua saw that the other party was actually in a daze, and felt that it was a little strange. He called out softly, "Miss Zilan?"

Miss Zilan was awakened by Lee Zhuohua's voice. When she came back to her senses, she felt a little embarrassed, and her face unconsciously flushed red.

"What? Oh, Young Master Lee can call me Zi Lan. You don't have to call me a girl." Zi Lan said to Lee Zhuohua in such a manner, and after she finished speaking, the redness on her face deepened.

When Lee Zhuohua heard the other party's words, his expression couldn't help but turn strange.