"Heh, even your dad wouldn't dare talk to me like that. You dare? You're even more impressive than your dad."
Sipping a mouthful of noodle soup, Qian Er chuckled.
After saying that, he ignored the person and glanced around at the other diners, noticing that one young man was acting particularly strange, even trembling slightly.
Now, he knew what was going on.
"Do you recognize me?"
Without standing up, Qian Er asked the diner who was reacting so strongly, all while slurping his noodles.
The man kept his head down, and although he couldn't see who Qian Er was talking to, he knew it must be him. In his fear, his hands and feet began to shake uncontrollably.
After a long while, he finally managed to raise his head, and sure enough, Qian Er was looking at him.
Jing Dun's son also noticed the change in atmosphere at this time, and cautiously followed Qian Er's gaze.
When he saw the person sitting in the corner, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating that he didn't recognize him.
"I... I recognize you. The youngest Garrison-level Beastmaster in Yan Country's history. Any Beastmaster who wants to become stronger basically pays attention to you."
He said softly, his face a mixture of fear and fanaticism.
The fanaticism was due to Qian Er's strength and talent, while the fear was due to Qian Er's identity as a Dark-type Beastmaster.
As soon as these words came out, Jing Dun's son's face turned pale. He looked at Qian Er in disbelief, unable to understand how this young man, who was about the same age as him, could possibly be a Garrison-level?
This was a realm that his father had strived for half his life to reach!
The thought of what he had just said made his face turn green and white, and he was extremely terrified.
As for Qian Er, he wasn't surprised. The news of his breakthrough to Quasi-King had been completely blocked. Only the higher-ups of humanity knew about it. Others simply assumed he was still a Garrison-level.
"Then do you know him?"
Qian Er didn't stop slurping his noodles as he pointed to Jing Dun's son and asked.
"I know him. Jing Lang, a senior at the same school as me. His signature beast is a level 19 Blackwood Deer."
"Good. Now, you go contact his dad and tell him to give me a satisfactory answer before I finish this bowl of noodles. I'll finish this bowl of noodles in about ten minutes, so he doesn't have much time left."
"If he doesn't come before the time is up, I'll take his son's head and spine, and then use his son's spine to whip him."
His tone was gentle, as if he were talking about a trivial matter, but after hearing his words, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. They looked at Qian Er in disbelief. Some people who had previously searched for Qian Er's name online weren't surprised at all.
This was normal behavior for a Dark-type Beastmaster.
Gulp.
Jing Lang was trembling all over. He slumped to the ground, his face pale with fear, and looked at Qian Er in horror.
From the quiet conversations of the surrounding diners, he already knew Qian Er's identity as a Dark-type Beastmaster, and naturally wouldn't believe that Qian Er's words were just a bluff.
"Okay."
The young man's face flushed, and he became excited. This was a chance to get on Qian Er's good side. How could he give it up?
As he spoke, he quickly walked to Jing Lang's side and took out his phone from his pocket.
At this moment, the young man who had been fighting with Jing Lang wanted to leave quietly, but as soon as he reached the door, a large blood-red hand pressed down on his head.
"You tried to scheme against me and thought you could just leave?"
Qian Er's light voice came from behind him. He was still sitting there, concentrating on the noodles in his bowl, but the words he spoke made the man feel a chill run down his spine.
"Tell me, what were you trying to do? Don't tell me you were planning to force me to kill someone and then use public opinion to overwhelm me. That would really make me laugh."
At this time, only Qian Er was sitting in the shop. Everyone else stood up and leaned against the wall, praying in their hearts that this man wouldn't go crazy.
As for why Qian Er said that, it was because he was a Dark-type Beastmaster. Which Dark-type Beastmaster would be overwhelmed by public opinion? This wasn't some female-oriented novel. If they were pushed too far, they would really dare to kill offline.
The young man's body stiffened, and he couldn't say a word, because the large blood-red hand was gently stroking the top of his head.
The force was very gentle, even quite comfortable, but he also understood that with the power of the Bloodfire Saint, this gentle force could crush him into a pile of minced meat at any time.
He became obedient.
Jing Lang, who was sitting on pins and needles, also understood the meaning of Qian Er's words and looked at him in shock, with killing intent appearing in his eyes.
He wasn't an idiot, and he naturally understood what Qian Er meant.
He had been used as a pawn!
"They used my family's lives to make me test whether you were wearing a costume holographic projection device."
Without any hesitation, the young man decisively revealed his purpose.
After all, his life was now in someone else's hands.
"Heh, that's quite interesting."
Qian Er chuckled. He had been frightened by the things he had created in the past, afraid that after paying so much, he would end up killing another flesh clone.
"Did you find out?"
Qian Er asked while slurping his noodles.
"I found out."
As he spoke, he carefully placed a finger-sized black device on the nearby shelf.
Costume holographic projection is a technological creation and can be shielded.
After saying that, the expression on his face suddenly froze. A terrifying force slowly pressed down, crushing him to the ground and not stopping.
Pfft!
Accompanied by a muffled sound, he was crushed into a pool of minced meat and absorbed by the Bloodfire Saint.
All of this was seen by Jing Lang. His legs went weak, and he looked in disbelief as his mortal enemy, whom he had fought with since childhood, died so carelessly in front of him.
At this time, a noisy sound came from outside, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, and a middle-aged man with a panicked expression hurried in.
The first thing he saw when he came in was the Bloodfire Saint standing at the door.
In an instant, his breathing stagnated, and a clear look of fear appeared on his face.
He couldn't see the attributes.
At least a Quasi-God at the Garrison level...
"Lord Qian Er, my son..."
He quickly looked around, and after seeing that his son was still alive, albeit with a terrified expression, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked to Qian Er's side, trying to say something.
But coincidentally, Qian Er finished the last bite of noodles at this time and gently put down his chopsticks.
In an instant, Jing Dun and Jing Lang's faces turned ashen.
"It seems you were a step too late. Be more clear-headed in your next life."
The Bloodfire Saint strode forward, and his large hand grabbed Jing Lang's head.
