"Boo..."

    Aaron, who was at the front of the pack, hit a solid object. He felt as if he had hit the top of a wall, and he was unlucky enough to be knocked to the ground by the recoil at the moment, with his mind still a bit dazed.

    "Aaron, what's wrong with you?" The pudgy little Gibson in the back ran up a couple of stumbles and picked up Aaron and asked with concern.

    "Damn it, when did a wall go up outside the tent?" Little Aaron cursed aloud as he shook his still slightly dazed little head a few times.

    "A wall? No way, I didn't see it when I first came in!" Fatty shook his head, dismissing Aaron's suspicions with certainty.

    "So how--"

    "Damn it, what eyeless daredevil bumped into this young master." Before Aaron's words finished, an angry voice came in from outside the tent. Immediately afterward, it was a tall figure that barged in with a brush of the tent's curtains. Immediately after that, another figure, no, two, no, three four ............

    Dozens of figures filled their large tent as Aaron and Fatty Little Gibson looked on in horrified amazement.

    "So it's you two damned daredevils, I'll have to teach you a lesson today!" Saying that, the man greeted a few partners behind him and together they threw Aaron and Little Gibson out of the tent and rushed up.

    Aaron, who had been thrown to the ground, also turned his head in the first moment of falling to the ground, and looked up to get a good look at his comers. The one in the lead, that is, the teenager who was hit by himself recognized himself, was the famous villain of Salz City, John Wallace. The old man was a distant cousin of Marquis Antony. As for the others, Aaron only recognized two of them as minor nobles.

    Humpty Dumpty Gibson Jr. had been dropped and was baring his teeth, lying on the ground for a moment and not being able to get up.

    "Hey guys, let's find out who these two stinkers are! Haha." John greeted wistfully as he rubbed his chest, which was still vaguely sore at the moment, a few times harder after the crowd had surrounded the two Aarons.

    "John, just fix them up any way you want, we have to rush to the orgy." A young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five was disgruntled.

    "That's right John, Charlie's right. I don't want to waste my time on these insignificant stinkers." The other teenager, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old and light, straightened his collar with an elegant look.

    "Don't worry, there will be no delay whatsoever. I'll have them cleaned up in no time!" John responded. He then walked over to Aaron and Little Gibson and looked them over carefully. Next to John, there were four or five teenagers who were sixteen or seventeen years old. Unlike John and the others, the faces of these teenagers were filled with respect and flattery, and of course, there were a few fierce gazes.

    "Master John, I recognize them. It's two small workers from a small tavern in the south of the city." One of the teenagers suddenly looked happy and quickly stepped forward to point at the two on the ground and said.

    "Damn it, you two stinkers have spoiled this young master's fun of going to the revelry. I think you guys have itchy skins, yuck!" A mouthful of thick phlegm spat from John's mouth onto Little Gibson's brownish-red hair.

    "How could you insult me and my brother like that!" For the first time, Aaron issued a strong response in the face of the noble lord who usually reigned over him. As for the little Gibson on the side, he became even more scared after that thick spit landed on his hair, knowing that he was inevitably going to be fixed up this time.

    Being insulted like this by someone his own age, even if the other party was a noble, could not quench Aaron's anger. Since that stormy encounter, Aaron hadn't realized that his mind had undergone a slight unconscious change. Aside from his body's strength and endurance being a little bit better than before, he hadn't realized anything else.

    "Whoa!" John let out a strangled yelp at Aaron's reaction and laughed with a huff to his left and right, "Aha, this damn pariah is actually, actually - I'm calling you an a**-bred piece of garbage for being arrogant in front of this young master!"

    As the teens were just about to burst into laughter at John's strange yelling, John suddenly turned around and slapped Aaron across his leathery face.

    Slap--

    Aaron had no chance to dodge and was naturally knocked to the ground by John. Seeing Aaron being punched, little Gibson didn't dare to rough up and resist these nobles or anything, but he righteously pounced on little Aaron's skinny body like he did last time. He hoped that his thick-skinned self could take a few punches for his good brother's thin body.

    "Young Master John, these impoverished bedbugs aren't even worth your hands, just let me teach them a lesson on your behalf." The teenager who recognized the identity of Aaron's duo stepped forward and flattered.

    "That's right. Repairing this garbage where you need to do it yourself, Young Master John. The noble ladies at the party later on will still need your physical strength to care for them! Ahahaha--" Another youth also came forward with his fists clasping his hands and flattered.

    "Haha--" the crowd roared with laughter.

    "Good, then I'll leave it to you. Damn it, my collar is crooked, it's all because of these damnable pariahs." John suddenly realized that his collar had been pulled to the side at some point and cursed.

    "Take your time, my friend. Ali, my servant, go fetch a new garment for young master John to change into." The youth named Charlie shouted towards a middle-aged man dressed as a slave behind him.

    "Yes, Young Master Charlie." The servant answered and left.

    "Thank you, Charlie. My dear friend." Showing out of the two very different attitudes just now, John gracefully went up and hugged Charlie. But these fell in the eyes of Aaron and little Gibson, it was simply hypocritical to the extreme of aristocratic etiquette.

    While John's aristocratic children stood aside and praised each other, a few rich children here began a military operation code-named "ass-kissing" on those two unlucky bastards on the ground.

    Under the fists and kicks, the two boys could no longer remember whether there were four or five people surrounding the two of them in a wild beating. They only knew that the rain of punches and kicks kept falling on their bodies, heads and feet. In any case, as long as they were exposed to the eyes of the other party, they would be violently attacked by the other party.

    "Good, good beating. Damn it, give me a hard lesson to teach them a lesson. Let these stinkers walk with eyes in the future." John chatted with the few noble teens while cheering and cheering this way from time to time.

    Hearing their master's words, the few attackers became even more reckless, beating the two pitiful ghosts who were powerless to fight back even more vigorously as if they were on drugs.

    "Stop, what are you doing?" Abruptly, a burst of violent shouts seemed to explode around the crowd like thunder from the ground.

    The crowd, including the two who had their teeth bared from the beating, turned their eyes in the direction from which the voice had come.