Chapitre 7: chapter 7:Trap after Trap

In the restaurant, nearly all the people present harbor hatred and cast envious glances at the young men.

"This world is hateful. How could Miss do this to us? Since Miss started playing piano, I've attended every concert of hers, even if tickets were sold at ten times the price paid by selling a kidney or some other organ.

Hate, emerging from nowhere, gets to taste her juicy lips.

"I want to kill that person, or my heart will not be at ease," cursed the blurry man as he crushed a drink glass in frustration.

"Stop! Do you want to die? Don't you see one of the richest persons, the owner of the High Star restaurant, kneeling in front of him?" another person next to him warned.

"So what? I don't care. I want his neck at all costs. How can they belong to lips that belong to me?" he yelled, expressing unrestrained anger.

Their conversation and cursing were clearly audible to Zen, and uneasiness swept over his heart.

"I came to this restaurant to understand how she is related to the music notes related to my own, but I got stuck in unexpected situations. But instead of resolving doubts, I fell into more confusion because of her.

Who was she really? If she's not related to one of my brothers, then to whom in the royal family?

Forget it; I'll eventually get to know when the time comes. For now, just enjoy the surroundings and find a way to deal with some 'idiots,'" Zen mused, lost in thought, then his eyes fell on someone at the corner table.

A drunk woman had thrown herself on the table, soundlessly sleeping as if she were on her bed.

The owner of the restaurant approached. "Sir, can I help you deal with these people?"

Zen replied, "No need. When things can be resolved easily, why create turmoil?" For some reason, he didn't feel reliability from the restaurant owner.

With that, he approached a seat next to the woman.

He sat beside her.

"Ahem," he tried to wake her, making sounds and tapping her table, but she didn't respond.

"Look at him, how shameless he is. It's not even been minutes, and he's already trying to flirt with another girl," a burly man at the table exclaimed, crushing a glass in anger.

"Yes, this time I agree with you. Let's kill that womanizer."

Analyzing the heated surroundings, Zen presently dropped his drinking glass.

"Cachaça."

"Huh, my drink, my drink," she jolted and began searching her bottles.

"Here, take it," Zen filled the glass with golden water and offered it to her.

"It's you, arrogant suicide boy. What are you doing here? This place isn't for small children to come," she said, thrusting her throat with a beer glass.

He also picked up a beer and refreshed his throat. "I am just two hours away from becoming an adult, and drinking beer is not a crime in Warlight City. As for me, I already said I am not weak, who would give up on his life."

"Oh, then what about the situation now? If I were you, I'd choose suicide instead of facing a painful death at the hands of a hungry wolf," she spoke while scanning the killing intent around the surroundings.

She laughed. "Your girlfriend is too lethal, throwing her boyfriend who doesn't even awaken the gene in the den of wolves."

While talking, her words did not match her actions. She was laughing and giving an elegant smile, pretending like they were on a date.

"Hey, lady, my true identity is the 100th Hero's son. That's why I am giving you an order. As a law and order maintainer, you should help me get out of this predicament," Zen ordered with a serious expression. He understood what was going to happen now.

The girl sobered up.

"100th hero son, yes, yes, I believe in you. Take a sip, grand heirs of the Night Rider family, who own hundreds of ten-star hotels and restaurants. Almighty sir, is there anything else you'd like to order, or perhaps you wish to crush this brittle girl under hotel bedsheets?" With slyness, she touched Zen's face seductively, patrolling the surrounding flames.

Just as he predicted, a burly man walked in front of them.

"Hey boy, your face matches the boy who stole the necklace of my girlfriend a few days ago," he said.

Zen thought to himself, "Seriously, how narrow-minded can someone be? Can't he come up with a reasonable explanation to make an accusation? Any idiot would believe that kind of nonsense."

"Yes, yes, you are right. His face resembles the thief who stole my wife's purse. Yes, I also saw him," many people shouted at the same time.

"Sir, there is a law in Warlight City. If two people are in dispute, they can choose the duel method to resolve it. And our restaurant also runs an underground fight cage," the restaurant owner suggested to Zen.

Zen looked at the restaurant owner and felt confused.

"Why does he look more confident than me about the fight?" Zen felt confused by the sudden push for battle.

The restaurant owner silently whispered in Zen's ear, "Sir, indeed you're royalty, but all of them are in a drunken state, unaware of differences in reality. Before matters worsen, accept the battle. If everyone breaks out at the same time, even we won't be able to handle the situation."

Zen, understanding the situation, agreed to the duel. Fighting against one person was better than being attacked by a flock of hundreds.

"Maybe in this opportunity, I can also assess the results of eighteen years of hard training and muscle power," Zen thought.

The restaurant owner showed them the way. After some time, everyone reached the stadium. This place was large enough to accommodate a thousand spectators, and many other matches were already underway. People were yelling and betting their fortunes.

The restaurant owner talked to the workers, and all fights were halted. At the center of the cage, two people entered, capturing the audience's attention.

"Sir, now you can proceed with your fight. The rules for the fight are simple: fighters have to fight until one accepts defeat. And fighters can't use destructive gene magic skills above the Awakener layer of magic. Opponents can use weapons of their own," the restaurant owner said.

"I don't need weapons; my hands are enough to crush a little mouse," he tore his clothes and jumped into the battleground.

"Buster, buster!" a loud sound erupted as he entered.

"Wait, before I didn't notice, isn't he Crusher?" one man remembered, and suddenly, the audience shouted.

"My lord, sorry for not informing you, but he is a former fighter from the underground cage, an undefeated four-time champion of the underground night league," the owner of the restaurant said with hidden excitement.

"Oh, thank you for informing me so early," Zen sneered at the act of the restaurant owner. He understood from the beginning; it was just an act to show that it could benefit him.

"Tell me, who is the real owner of this place? And what makes you dare to use someone from the royal family?" Zen questioned, startling the owner of the restaurant.

"I am sorry for the insolence. The underground league is owned by your own mother. She instructed usthat if one day someone shows the token, we have to make him fight in the death cage," the owner said, while two shadows appeared on both sides of him.

Kneeling on the ground, one shadow took out gold coins, "We plead for forgiveness for our actions; please accept your king coin."

"Ah, mother again. Just how much has she calculated? I can't even breathe outside," there was unexpressed exhaustion in Zen's words.

Zen became statue-like for a moment, then shook his head multiple times. "No doubt, after eighteen years of imprisonment, suddenly letting me out without a word. Now I think I made the correct choice to accept reality and dedicate myself to hardship. If I had ever taken the wrong step, maybe today my head would be rolling in some garbage bin."

With a sharp gaze, Zen surveyed the restaurant. "Take it as a fee for the act; you do not need to give it back. Bring me a sword that does not break easily."

The restaurant owner hurriedly complied, and soon, a sturdy sword was placed in Zen's hands. He gripped it tightly, ready for whatever challenge lay ahead.