The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 384: A Place from Memory

Ye Qingtian merely smiled and didn’t respond.

"Master, your cousin really speaks confidently. Are we still going to the hotel she found for us?"

Shen Huamo asked.

"Yes, why not go."

Ye Qingtian said with his hands behind his back.

Shen Huamo nodded. She knew this was arranged by the master’s uncle, and even if the other party were wolves or tigers, he would still accept the arrangement.

The two of them hailed a taxi, turned several corners, and then walked ten miles on foot before arriving at the hotel Wang Jiao had mentioned.

"Master, such a noble you cannot stay here. Staying in such a dump is an insult to you!"

Shen Huamo gritted her teeth and said.

The hotel in front of them—no, it couldn’t be called a hotel—was merely a temporary shelter made from shabby colored steel.

Not far from the hotel was a garbage dump, where the stench was overwhelming and many paupers huddled around.

Rotten vegetable soup, dirty water, and dead rats could be seen everywhere.

This is even worse than the slums.

Ye Qingtian said nothing and walked straight inside.

"Huaxia People?"

The male boss asked in broken Huaxia language.

Ye Qingtian nodded.

"Pay one deposit and three months upfront—here’s the key. You’d better not touch my stuff, if you break anything, you’ll pay ten times the price. Also, make sure your hands are clean, if I know you’ve stolen something, I’ll call the police and have you arrested."

The boss admonished, but he looked down on Ye Qingtian the entire time.

Some Europeans naturally carry a sense of discrimination, which is even more evident when encountering Huaxia People.

In their view, Huaxia represents backwardness, ignorance, and stupidity, symbolizing the bottom tier of humanity.

Ye Qingtian picked up the key and walked straight to the room.

Shen Huamo glared at the boss, snorted coldly, and followed him.

"Master, why weren’t you angry at how the boss just treated you?"

Shen Huamo asked in confusion.

He should be a decisive, untouchable King!

How could he now become a bronze who takes insults?

Ye Qingtian sat on the edge of the bed, not surprised at Shen Huamo’s question, calmly smiled and said, "When have you ever seen a celestial deity argue with ants on the ground?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Huamo suddenly understood.

People like the hotel boss were far beneath Ye Qingtian’s notice and couldn’t affect his mood in the slightest.

For someone as mighty as Ye Qingtian, only figures who shake the heavens and destroy territories might pique his interest.

Soon, Ye Qingtian took out the Treasure Map and began studying its secrets.

Unconsciously, evening arrived, and the lighting in the hotel was dim, making it hard to discern Ye Qingtian’s expression.

"Master, shall we go for dinner?"

Shen Huamo asked softly.

Ye Qingtian nodded and put away the Treasure Map.

Iceland’s night was free of the hustle and bustle of day.

The taxi flew down the highway, like a streak of red flame.

The dappled streetlight shadows danced on Shen Huamo’s exquisite and beautiful face, leaving the driver somewhat restless.

Such a stunning young woman was a sight that all men loved to behold.

Not to mention her long black hair, clear eyes, and alluring figure!

Sitting beside her, Ye Qingtian kept his gaze steady, seemingly pondering something.

Shen Huamo’s gaze was fiery and bold, but she soon frowned.

The man showed no interest in her.

"Master, where are we going?"

"To a pub."

"Not eating and just drinking is bad for your stomach."

Ye Qingtian turned to look at Shen Huamo and said coldly, "What did you just say?"

"I... I was showing concern for you." Shen Huamo replied.

"No need! Remember, you are the servant, and I am the master. Does the master need the servant’s concern?"

Ye Qingtian said.

Shen Huamo fell silent, a flash of disappointment crossing her mind.

She also wondered why Ye Qingtian would come to a pub?

He had never been to one before.

Yet unbeknownst to her, Ye Qingtian had been to this place before; in the year he was released from prison, he had killed someone here.

Soon, they arrived at a pub. Ye Qingtian looked up to see a grand entrance with the English word: rose.

Meaning Rose in Chinese.

Such places existed in his memories too; he once loved places like this, with their Mediterranean music and cocktails that deliver One Strike to the Throat.

But he didn’t love those flamboyant, seductive women!

However, that was just after he was released from prison...

Shen Huamo chose a corner, and the two sat down. She picked up the menu and frowned slightly.

"Allure of Thousands, ten thousand US dollars a glass, is this wine made of pearls?"

The waiter smiled, "Miss, this Allure of Thousands is a cocktail personally crafted by our lady boss, not something most people can drink, and she only makes one glass a month, the orders are sold out for three years..."

"Can’t drink it for three years?"

Shen Huamo asked slowly.

"Yes."

Shen Huamo shook her head, "Well, she doesn’t know our identities. Otherwise, she’d bring it personally."

"Miss, you must be joking. Even the frequent visitor Young Master Zheng, who begged our lady boss, offered a hundred times the price, but she wouldn’t break her rules."

"Young Master Zheng is the eldest son of one of the four great families on Iceland China Street!"

The waiter said.

"She’s going to break the rules."

After saying this, Shen Huamo added, "First, bring a bottle of Huaxia Nu’er Hong."

"Sorry, miss, we don’t have that kind of wine here."

"Then bring a bottle of Maotai."

"Sorry, we don’t have Maotai either."

The waiter spoke, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Five bottles of the cheapest whiskey."

Ye Qingtian said casually.

"The cheapest whiskey?" the waiter asked, puzzled.

The waiter glanced at Ye Qingtian and Shen Huamo, snorted coldly, and didn’t forget to mutter quietly as he left, "Huaxia people, definitely broke, asking for the cheapest liquor after all that questioning, might as well go back to Huaxia and drink your Old Village Leader!"

"Why do you need so much alcohol? Trying to get me drunk and take me back to the hotel? Honestly, you don’t have to bother with all this. Just one word and I’ll submit."

Shen Huamo deliberately spoke like this.

This time Ye Qingtian took her out alone, and Shen Huamo couldn’t help but feel bolder.

"Woman, don’t flatter yourself, remember your status."

Ye Qingtian said expressionlessly.

Shen Huamo bit her red lip and said nothing more.

The alcohol was quickly served, a fragrance wafting around.

Shen Huamo pinched the glass with her slender fingers and took a gentle sip.

"Big brother, I have beautiful roses here, would you like to buy one for the pretty big sister?"

A sweet girl’s voice sounded slowly.

Ye Qingtian turned around to see a girl of sixteen or seventeen, smiling gently with a flower basket.

Shen Huamo looked full of anticipation.

"Okay."

Ye Qingtian bought a rose.

The girl, delighted with the sale, thanked him and moved elsewhere.

"Luo Wenrou, what a coincidence, when will you repay the money you owe me, little girl?"

A rough voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Qingtian looked up and found the girl selling flowers stopped by a brawny big man.

He casually drank his wine, sizing up the situation over there.

A burly man stood there, his hands covered in thick calluses.

The burly man occasionally wore a frivolous expression, his eyes constantly roaming over Luo Wenrou.

"Brother Qiang, I beg for your mercy. As soon as I sell the roses, I’ll repay you."

Luo Wenrou bit her red lip and spoke in a low voice.

"You don’t have to repay the money, just agree to be my little wife, and we’ll call it even."

Brother Qiang said with a cheerful smile, his gaze wandering over Luo Wenrou.

"I..."

Luo Wenrou found herself in a difficult position.

"Just like your stubborn old father, that old thing refused to let you be my little wife; I crippled him, and now you’re also being unreasonable. Do you know who I am? I’m Young Master Zheng’s distant cousin."

"You’re going against Young Master Zheng. Do you father and daughter still want to survive in Iceland China Street?"

Brother Qiang threatened.

"So it was you who harmed my father!"

Tears glistened in Luo Wenrou’s beautiful eyes. She clenched her fists, gritting her teeth, consumed by hatred.

"Heh, if you agree to be my little wife, your father becomes my father-in-law. I won’t trouble you anymore; you’ll enjoy endless wealth and prosperity in the latter part of your lives with me!"

Brother Qiang said arrogantly.

"Please... stop troubling my father and me, okay? Wenrou will work hard selling flowers to earn money and repay you as soon as possible."

Luo Wenrou lowered her head, full of grievance.

"How much money can you earn selling flowers! I say, you might as well sell yourself!"

Saying this, Brother Qiang directly seized Luo Wenrou’s flower basket.

"Only lower-class people sell this kind of junk!"

With these words, Brother Qiang fiercely tossed the flower basket to the ground, scattering the roses everywhere.

Then, he used his foot to crush the first rose, the second rose...

Brother Qiang wore a grim smile, while Luo Wenrou’s eyes were filled with sorrow!

"That Da Qiang only bullies others with his power!"

"Sigh, you heard him say his cousin is the great Young Master Zheng of the Zheng Family, one of the four major families on Iceland China Street, with the Martial Emperor stationed there, who would dare provoke such people."

"Yeah, I heard Young Master Zheng is pursuing Wang Jiao from the Wang Family. If they marry, their strength will only grow. Looks like that girl will eventually be wrecked by Da Qiang!"

Everyone shook their heads and sighed; no one dared to intervene.

At this moment, a slender figure slowly crouched to the ground, and a pair of heavy hands started picking up the scattered roses.

While picking up, using long fingers to remove the dust off the roses.

"Damn, kid, you dare meddle!"

Brother Qiang roared angrily, ready to act!

Boom, a gust of wind swept out, launching Da Qiang over ten meters, crashing into the bar tables and chairs, finally landing against the wall.

The whole place was astounded.

Everyone looked at Ye Qingtian in disbelief.

The one he hit wasn’t ordinary – a local thug!

"What did you do? You actually hit Young Master Zheng’s brother! Are you crazy!"

Someone shouted angrily.

At this moment, Wang Jiao was storming into the bar, face full of anger.

"Who did this?"

Wang Jiao asked coldly. Though she didn’t like Da Qiang, they were all in the same circle, which basically insulted them.