บท 1971: Young People, Don't Be Too Impetuous

"Your Excellency the Duke!"

"Your Excellency the Duke of Devonshire!"

"Good afternoon, Your Grace!"

As the middle-aged man's voice sounded, intense and enthusiastic greetings followed.

The three security forces of Stansted Airport quickly parted to form a wide path.

The Duke of Devonshire, Devonshire Jantman, many core members of the Duke of Devonshire's family, and many elite genetically-modified people walked over in an imposing manner.

The one who spoke was Devonshire Jantman, he glared at Ye Feng. "I admit that you are good at fighting, and you are also very unexpected, but before you continue to be reckless, I suggest that you consider your current situation and the identity of the person who fell in front of you."

Ye Feng heard Devonshire Jantman's words, he could vaguely guess what he would say next. He showed an interested expression. "Oh?"