Semua Bab No. 1 Supreme Warrior: Bab 721 - Bab 730

“Bring nothing but shame to himself? What are you talking about? He can host an extravagant birthday party if he has the money, right? Why will it be shameful for him?” Both Ken and Neil were stunned at Ivan’s sudden burst of confidence.Ivan laughed heartily before he replied, “It’s because one of my cousins is getting married. Do you guys know Cecilia? She’s getting married to the Gold family’s young master. Nevermind the other details, but Cecilia is holding her wedding dinner on the same day as Selena’s birthday party. One is a wedding, the other is a mere birthday party. Which one do you think Old Master Taylor and members of the Taylor family will attend?” Ivan cackled again, and his eyes gleamed with pure satisfaction. “I really like Cecilia. Haha! She’s obviously doing this to Selena on purpose!”“Pro move!” chortled Ken as he clapped gleefully. “Haha! Now that we’ve helped Fane with the ads, the entire city is aware of the birthday party. He’ll be in so much shame if so many

Not long after, several cars were parked outside of a lavish-looking mall.“Wait downstairs. We’ll be upstairs for some entertainment, so you guys can find a place and enjoy some milk tea if you want.” Sharon gave her bodyguards several hundred bucks and added, “Fane is here, so it should be fine for us to go upstairs and play billiards for a while.”“Alright! Thank you, Miss Sharon!” The bodyguards received the money respectfully and left happily.As they walked, Fane inspected the area and said, “This place looks quite high-end. Playing billiards here must be quite expensive.” “I’ve been here several times, and the billiards hall upstairs is quite nice. They have all sorts of drinks and dessert for free, though the fee here is based on per entry. It’s a hundred bucks per person, no matter how many hours you play here.” Tanya smiled and added, “There’s four of us here, so it’s four hundred bucks.”Fane nodded. “If that’s the case, then we’ll have to play a little longer. It’d be

At that moment, Timothy looked slovenly, as though he had not groomed himself in ages. He looked like a good-for-nothing at first glance—nothing close to how he used to look like. Disappointment weighed Tanya down, seeing her brother like this. Her brother had been mingling with the young men before him, all from third-class aristocratic families or wealthy families. Now, after one or two months, it felt as though he was a completely different person. Sharon noticed that the siblings were getting worked up. She immediately stepped forward and plastered a smile onto her face as she spoke, “Don’t bother about him, Tanya. Men have their own ways of relieving stress. Let’s play billiards instead. Aren’t you pretty good at it? Let’s play one round!” “All right then!” Tanya tamped down on the anger building inside her, trying to console herself. Maybe she was overthinking this—maybe her brother was not the man she thought he was. Maybe he was just indulging himself in some fun. Maybe

He had thought that Fane would be scared to death when he said something like that. After all, he was a bodyguard who was paid 20 million bucks a month. It was probably the only job in the entire Middle Province that paid that much. Who knew how many people would clamor after it? He would not have spared this punk’s reputation if his father and the others did not suspect that there was something more to Fane—that this brat was hiding his true identity. After all, this punk raked in such a huge salary, yet he seemed not to care about his family, coming whenever he liked and leaving whenever he pleased. More importantly, his father and his sister were pleased with him. Furthermore, during Old Man Taylor’s seventieth birthday party, this punk claimed that he had lost his badge. Would a King of War use such a tactic to hide his identity? Everyone thought that he was a marshal. Even then, it might not be true. “Heh. I’m not scared of words like that. Did you really think I wanted

“What are you talking about, punk? Heh. How could I just go easy on someone when it’s about billiards?” Leo was immediately agitated when he heard Fane’s words, shooting a glare toward him. “The f*ck you talking about? Won’t I be able to tell if he was going easy on me?” Timothy also spoke in a huff, “I’m a pretty good player!” Yet Fane replied with a mirthless smile, “It’s precisely because he went easy on you that you can’t tell. His angle was off ever so slightly on purpose when he struck the ball, and pretended he almost pocketed a ball. He only needed to go easy once or twice during a game to allow you to win. Besides, you said it yourself—you’re a pretty good player!” Here, Fane paused for a while before continuing in a leisurely tone, “Furthermore, I think you’ve thought about why he would go easy on you, Young Master Drake. Would you still play with him if he never went easy on you, and if you kept losing ten rounds out of ten games? Of course, he would need to let yo