Seeing Howard running away in a piss, Charles hadn't reacted for a while, and the guests around him were confused.

Why is Mr. Howard, who is graceful and wise and generous in daily life suddenly like a mouse meeting a cat?

Howard had already run out of the venue at this time, his face was sweating profusely, and even his pants were wet, which was enough to show how miserable he was scared.

He is one of the few people who know the real purpose of this dinner. He leaned against the US Super League and knew much more about the news about the underground world than Charles, the nobles who spend money on weekdays.

The dinner held by the Supernatural Realm this time was to invite the Holy Son of Oriental Martial Arts, because there would be a decisive battle to change the world pattern the next day.

Western countries often rely on the superpower world to develop. Once the superpower world fails this time, the underground world is dominated by Eastern martial arts, and Europe's plan to erode the whole world will be completely lost.

In a simple sentence, this battle will determine who will be the master of the earth in the future, whether it is the East or the West.

Although it is just a battle between the superpower world and the martial arts world, as long as the forces represented by both are not stupid, they can understand them.

The reason why the West can lead the East in all aspects of economy, culture, military and technology is largely due to the help provided by the complete Taoist sect of the supernatural world.

This dinner was just used by the supernatural world to test the Chinese Holy Son, and Howard recognized the Chinese Holy Son at a glance.

Despite his different appearances, his terrifying eyes that ignored everything and the beautiful woman standing beside him could not escape Howard's eyes.

"Charles, Charles, you have been so bad for eight lifetimes when you Watford family gave birth to you."

Mr. Howard sat on the speedboat on the island of Jiday ahead, feeling escaping from death, and said in fear.

This is a beast king battle between a tiger and a lion. Charles, an ant, dares to jump in front of the lion at this time. If he hadn't recognized Qin Fei, he would have lost his life now.

"These things have nothing to do with us ordinary people. Whoever will be the boss on Earth is not about me, I love whoever I love."

Howard just wanted to save his life at this time, and gritted his teeth.

At this time, Charles couldn't understand Mr. Howard's meaning at all in the corner of the lobby of the venue. He turned his head and clapped his hands and called the guard of the venue.

"Young Master Charles, you seem to be a bit too much!" Han Bingqing bit his pink lip and defended Qin Fei.

"What? Is this too much?"

Charles had already revealed his nature at this time, and he sneered coldly: "If you are willing to sleep with me for a night, I would rather consider letting her go and introducing you to the famous director who came to the house. How about it?"

"Shameless!"

Han Bingqing frowned and spat back.

Although she is happy to enter the foreign market and become an international celebrity, she would rather develop at home for the sake of this.

"I'm shameless?"

Charles sneered, and then ordered the guards, "Twist this man into the sea."

When the people around him heard Charles' words, they shook their heads and sighed. They didn't know Qin Fei either. At most, these international wealthy people had only heard of Qin Fei's name, and none of them really knew Qin Fei.

They only knew that Qin Fei had provoked the Watford family now and was about to be thrown into the sea. Moreover, this place was the Arctic, and the shallow water temperature reached below zero. Even if he was thrown into it, he would have to fall into the disease. He would have to lie in the bed for at least a few months.

"Who is this young man? How did he provoke Prince Charles?"

"Who knows this? Mr. Charles is from the Watford family, so it's not easy to provoke him."

"Maybe that young Asian man has a background?"

Many wealthy and bigwigs around were talking about it. They were all old people who had been living in the business world for decades. You could tell how much weight a person had with just a look.

Although Qin Fei looks young, he has a heart-wrenching powerful aura.

"Isn't that possible?"

Someone suddenly had a whimsical idea, but soon rejected his own idea: "That person is a land god, how could he be with us ordinary people here?"

Several guards came towards Qin Fei. These guards were all elites selected from the superpower world. They all had the strength of A-level superpowers, which was equivalent to the great perfection of internal strength.

It is a bit of a luxury for China to use masters with great power to defend themselves, which shows how much foundation the European superpower world has.

"Mr. Qin?"

Han Bingqing's face turned pale. She didn't know that Charles was such a very small person, otherwise she would not agree to be his dance partner no matter what.

"I really don't cry until I see the coffin."

Qin Fei shook his head helplessly, and gently held his palm. Several A-level supernatural masters walking beside him were shaken into blood mist by a huge force on the spot. The entire venue suddenly felt like a bloody hell.

"What?"

Before Charles could react, blood was already splashing his entire face.

Qin Fei came to the North Pole without any scruples. Everyone here should understand what will happen after the dinner, so he didn't need to hide it.

Immortal Lord in the World, do you need to report to kill someone first?

Seven or eight A-level superpowered masters instantly burst into blood mist. After a while, everyone in the hall finally realized that except for some big shots who could still stabilize their minds, everyone else took a few steps back in fear.

"Who are you?"

Charles' expression suddenly became frightened. The Watford family was a superpower family. He knew that the person who could quietly strangle so many superpower masters in an instant was definitely not a good person.

Qin Fei stood with his hands behind his back, and before he could speak, he could only hear an old voice from behind.

"Son, show mercy."

Everyone looked in the sound and saw that the venue suddenly dimmed, with only a few beams of lights flashing. Under the lights, several old men in tuxedo walked slowly into the venue.

"Duke Robles of the Watford family?"

"And the Duke of Ricardo of the Berkeley family?"

"There is another one, that is the leader of the European Supernatural Underworld Alliance, Mr. Claire?"

Everyone exclaimed, and whispers came from everywhere.

Three peak masters in the Fusion Realm, they are one of the few masters left in the supernatural world.

The gray Duke of Robles, wearing the rose on his chest, said gracefully, "Sir is a man in heaven, how can he care about these mortals?"

"So, you see everything before?"

Qin Fei looked at Roberts and asked in a deep voice.

Charles was already confused at this time. He looked at Duke Robles and said, "Old ancestor, do you know this person?"

"Charles, my descendants, because you are too reckless and stupid, offended the Holy Son, and the family must punish you."
Chapter completed!