As if he didn't see Vincent and the others, Allen walked straight towards Rick, the dispatcher. Suddenly, the figure in front of him blurred, and the tall and sturdy youth blocked his path. Vincent chuckled dryly and said, "Sorry, you're late. A few friends and I have taken a fancy to those things and have already bought them. Of course, you can get the fee we paid from Rick. "
His red pupils instantly lit up, as if flames were jumping. A trace of anger flashed through Allen's heart as he snorted, "That's mine."
"But they are in the family warehouse, so they belong to the family. As for us, we are just following the rules. "Vincent smiled at the other youths and said," Of course, the savages on the surface don't understand this. "
"So you should thank me. Today, I taught you a valuable lesson." Turning around, Vincent approached Allen and said.
The tips of their noses were almost touching, but Vincent discovered that the youth in front of him, who didn't look strong, was not like those fellows in the past who were scared back by him. He just looked at himself. His bright red pupils didn't feel the slightest bit of warmth, but instead became colder and colder.
Allen took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. He turned to Supervisor Rick and said, "Please go and invite Steward Helsing over. Since he was the one who registered this batch of rewards into the warehouse, I think he can give me an explanation."
Rick immediately nodded and was about to leave, but Vincent shouted, "You're not allowed to go!"
Vincent knew very well that once Helsing came, not only would he not be able to get any benefits, he would also be punished. Helsing was not like Rick, someone he could threaten. The old butler took care of the complicated chores of the Bescot family for Horn. He had always been known for his fairness and could not be moved by money or power. Moreover, he was just a small branch disciple, so he couldn't take out anything that could tempt the old butler.
This batch of items had been delivered to the warehouse by Helsing and registered under Allen's name. If it was just these people present, Vincent would have bought it even if he had pressed Rick to buy it. But if Helsing came, he wouldn't be able to make the deal. After all, no one was allowed to forcefully purchase an item that had an owner unless the owner agreed to do so. To put it bluntly, Vincent was bullying Allen for being a newcomer and not knowing some of the rules here.
Originally, he thought that Allen, a youth on the surface, being able to win Horn's favor and join Bescot was already a gift from the heavens. Even if he didn't know the rules, he wouldn't dare to contradict him, a young master of a side clan. However, not only did Allen not take a step back, but his attitude was also unyielding. He even knew how to bypass the minor issues and directly attack the vital points. This made Vincent feel very troubled. But now it was hard to get off the tiger's back. The surrounding disciples of several families were looking at him. If he couldn't even deal with a wild kid, then how could he raise his head in this circle in the future?
Vincent raised his eyebrows, widened his eyes, and smiled sinisterly, "Listen, I'm going to take these things today. You have to sell it even if you don't want to, understand? Bastards from the surface! "
After saying that, he proudly looked at the others. When he turned around, a fist was constantly expanding in front of him. Then, he received a heavy punch on his left cheek. Allen's painful blow caused Vincent to take a few steps back before he could support his companion. Vincent angrily shook off the hands of the two youths and roared, "You actually dare to hit me?"
"I'm not so generous as to let others insult me without retaliating." Allen said coldly.
Vincent nodded and pointed at Allen, "What are you waiting for? Beat him up! "
Immediately, a few youths surrounded Allen. Allen sneered. Origin Energy surged and flashed across his body, forming a circuit of light patterns. When the "Prairie Blade" engraved between his eyebrows flashed, a scorching air current spread out in all directions, causing the youths' faces to turn pale. They looked at each other and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
They had already ignited the fire seed, but they had yet to activate their own engravings. The Origin Energy cultivator versus the engraver, the difference between them was clear. Even though Allen was only a rank ten Laybird Sealer, he was not someone that a group of youths with an average of rank five or six could deal with.
Vincent snorted, "Isn't it just a sealer? What are you so arrogant about? I'm not easy to provoke."
He also activated his Origin Energy, and a khaki-colored circuit of light converged towards his chest. Allen was slightly surprised. This fellow, who looked like a playboy, had actually activated the engraving as well. Bescot's foundation could be seen from this. Just as Vincent's engraving was about to take shape, a voice interrupted, "Enough, Vincent!"
Vincent looked in the direction of the voice. A youth with a longsword in his arms walked in from outside the warehouse door. His sea-blue eyes were like the azure sky, reflecting his ashamed figure. Vincent asked, "Cousin Regis?"
"Shut up. If you call me cousin, call me cousin!" Young Regis said somewhat irritably, "You're just a guy who barely got a blood relationship with you, and you ran over to recognize your relatives. Your skin is so thick that it makes me sick!"
Vincent's face instantly flushed red. He dared to be angry, but he didn't dare to say anything. As a disciple of the same clan, the gap between the side branch and the direct branch was so huge. Regis looked at Rick and said, "I seem to remember that the owner's items in the family warehouse are not for sale. What's your name? "
"Rick, Young Master Regis."
Regis nodded and said, "Alright, Rick. You have a lot of guts. How dare you ignore the family system? "
Rick's expression instantly turned ugly. He said in a trembling voice, "Young Master Regis, this is because …"
Vincent glared at him fiercely. The threat in his eyes was self-evident, causing Rick to swallow the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He smiled bitterly. Just as he was about to take the blame, Regis changed the subject, "What are you staring at, Vincent! Don't think I don't know that this is your idea. Otherwise, how would a small dispatcher dare to make his own decision? Do you really think I'm an idiot? "
"Now, disappear in front of me immediately. Or perhaps, I'll ask Grandfather, when did a branch disciple have such great authority to change the family system at will? "
Vincent's face instantly turned ashen. He glared hatefully at Allen, winked at the others, and ran away with his tail between his legs like a stray dog.
After they left, Regis said to Rick, "Forget it this time. If there's a next time, don't blame me for being rude."
Rick hurriedly thanked him, and Regis asked him to retrieve the reward items that belonged to Allen from the warehouse. While the dispatcher was busy, Regis said to Allen, "Don't blame me for not getting back at you. In fact, you were the one who attacked first. That's a bit wrong. No matter what, I have to admit that your punch was beautiful. I wanted to beat that disgusting guy up for a long time, but I couldn't find a chance. "
Allen had already dispersed his Origin Energy and spread out his hands. "You can't blame me for that. I just arrived and didn't know so many rules."
"Besides, it's just a clown. So what if I hit him? If I don't even dare to touch him, how will I walk in the future? "Allen said calmly.
Regis looked at him seriously and said after a long while, "You're more cunning than I thought. Hey, you don't know the rules. Let's not talk about this. I've helped you. Shouldn't you show me something? "
Allen looked at him strangely and said, "Don't tell me you also like my things?"
Regis immediately shouted like an angered puppy, "Don't confuse me with Vincent! Besides, I don't need your things. "
"Then how do you want me to thank you? Or, come over at dinner and I'll treat you. "
Regis clicked his tongue and said, "Allen, you stingy fellow, isn't it the same where you eat dinner at home? Hey, don't tell me you've forgotten that you promised me yesterday that you would compete with me? "
"I haven't forgotten."
"Then let's do it now!" Regis said excitedly, "I saw you use the seal just now. That's good. We're on the same level. It'll be interesting to fight."
At this time, Rick walked over with a simple cart. There were several boxes on the cart. He said, "Mr. Allen, this is yours."
Without waiting for Allen to reply, Regis said, "Send these things to Allen's residence. He's not free right now."
He pulled Allen and said, "Come, let's go to the training ground."
Allen felt a headache.
Seeing Allen being taken away by Regis, the dispatcher couldn't help but think about Allen's origins. After all, this young master Regis was far from approachable. His temper was only a little better than Reina, who had always been known as the Tyrannosaurus rex.
In the training ground, Allen looked at the tactical saber in his hand. The long saber was not sharpened in order to prevent the blade from hurting people. This was a standard saber without any characteristics. It was just that the quality was better than some of the mainstream goods. Whether it was the length or the weight of the saber, it was far from Kuang Tu's. Allen felt rather light in his hand.
On the other side, Regis also put down the sword he always held in his hand and took out a training knife similar to Allen's.
"Let me say it first, I won't use an engraving." Allen said first. If he used an engraving, it would not be a competition, but a desperate one. After all, he had just activated the engraving not long ago, so he was still unable to use his ability freely.
"That's really not fun." Regis complained and said reluctantly, "Forget it, it's fine if you don't use an engraving. But Allen, you can't let it go, or you'll regret it. "
Allen's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad omen.
Sure enough, as soon as the duel began, Regis yelled "Yahhh" and rushed over. The long saber swept up a faintly discernible ripple and slashed towards Allen without any fancy moves. Although he didn't use the engraving, Regis had already used his Origin Energy. Although the long saber had yet to be sharpened, if he were to slash it, even a rock would have to explode, not to mention Allen's head.
Now Allen somewhat understood why Kodorf and Adele called the kid a madman.
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