Peter was George's bodyguard, but because the previous conflict involved Jenny, Peter didn't rush in immediately. After all, within the Johnson Family, Jenny was the first-in-line heir, and her influence within the family far outweighed George's!

However, now that George had given the order, and the target was that Eastern pretty boy, Peter had no more reservations!

If the other party dared to make a move, then Peter wouldn't hold back either. He was determined to let that pretty boy know what kind of fury awaited anyone who disgraced the Johnson Family!

With a loud "slap," a crisp sound echoed once again. Peter, who had charged aggressively, spun and somersaulted in midair for a full seven hundred and twenty degrees before flying back even faster than he'd come.

Ling Feng shook his wrist and remarked with a sigh, "Man, the skin on a pro like you is something else—so much thicker than your young master's. My hand almost hurts now!"

George was dumbfounded. His bodyguard might not have been a god-tier specialist, but he was still at the peak of A-rank! And yet, this pretty boy sent him flying with a single slap? Impossible! Since when were pretty boys this strong?

Peter crawled up from the floor, feeling his face burning—not out of pain, but out of sheer humiliation! Ling Feng's slap hadn't been all that powerful, but Peter couldn't deny that Ling Feng's speed and timing were impeccable. That was the only reason he'd been embarrassed so badly!

"You actually dared to hit me!" Peter said through gritted teeth as he advanced toward Ling Feng, his body emitting bone-cracking sounds that made him seem terrifyingly intimidating.

Ling Feng chuckled. "Well, now that's rare. I even dared to hit your master. Why wouldn't I dare slap a mere dog like you?"

"You're courting death!" Peter lunged at Ling Feng again, resolute that he'd be more careful this time and avoid falling for the same trick.

But with another resounding "slap," Peter barely had time to register Ling Feng's hand swinging his way. Somehow, it felt as if his body were frozen in place, unable to dodge at all!

To the spectators, it looked like Peter had willingly thrown himself right into Ling Feng's waiting slap, forcibly taking another hit across the face.

This time, Ling Feng used a bit more force, and half of Peter's face visibly swelled up.

Peter stood there dazed. Something was off about this pretty boy—strange even. He had clearly seen Ling Feng's movements just now, so why hadn't he been able to evade?

Jenny, standing to the side, covered her mouth as she laughed, her gaze gleaming with playful mockery as it landed on her dear cousin. Forget one Peter—if George had a hundred Peters, none of them would be a match for Ling Feng!

George's face flushed alternating shades of red and green. He'd expected Peter to thoroughly humiliate this pretty boy and vent his anger for him, but instead, the tables had turned, and Peter ended up with an even more swollen face.

"Useless trash!" George glared venomously at Peter, then turned his dark gaze onto Jenny. "Oh, my dear cousin, this time you've found yourself quite a man. I just hope he doesn't end up like that last one..."

At his words, Jenny's expression shifted abruptly. The playful glint in her eyes turned cold and dark in an instant. "George, what do you mean by that? Are you saying you were behind what happened?"

Seeing Jenny's face drop, George couldn't help feeling a bit smug. "Hmph, if you didn't want anyone to know, you shouldn't have done it! Cousin, you'd better behave yourself! Peter, let's go!"

With that, George turned and strode off with Peter trailing behind him. Staying any longer might just lead to unexpected trouble!

"What's wrong? Does your dear cousin have dirt on you?" Ling Feng asked curiously as he observed Jenny's furious expression.

Jenny shot Ling Feng a cool glance. "Let's go. If we don't hurry, we'll be late."

With that, she ignored him entirely, marching forward without waiting for him. Ling Feng shrugged and followed leisurely behind her.

The events that had just unfolded quickly made their way throughout the other families. Moreover, with no effort made to hide the tension between Jenny and George, it was no surprise that word of their conflict spread fast.

"Now that's interesting. Isn't Jenny Johnson supposed to be into women? So why's she got a male companion today? Could he be gay by any chance?"

"I'm more curious if she'll actually be able to protect that male companion. After all, he slapped George in the face—publicly shaming the Johnson Family! No matter how much favor a pretty boy like that gets, he's still just a plaything. Honestly, I'm looking forward to the day Jenny destroys her plaything with her own two hands!"

"Tsk tsk, but did you notice? That pretty boy slapped Peter—a total of two times, no less! George's bodyguard Peter is an A-rank expert. Are you telling me that pretty boy is some S-rank Demi-God Domain expert?"

"Haha! What a joke! Now that's comedy gold..."

A group of talented young elites from various families gathered together, relentlessly gossiping about the unfolding drama.

It was no secret that infighting among the younger generation of the Johnson Family had grown this intense. Other families frankly enjoyed the spectacle. With advancements in biological engineering propelling the Johnson Family's rapid rise in power, many rival families had already grown wary and vigilant.

"Goddammit, I'm furious!" Inside a private room, George hurled a porcelain teacup to the floor, shattering it into pieces. "That bitch Jenny! She actually dared to order her pretty boy to hit me. Absolutely outrageous! I swear I won't rest until I avenge this humiliation!"

"What good is it getting mad here?" A man by George's side chuckled lightly. "If Uncle Fisherman finds out you broke his porcelain, he'll probably swindle you for a fortune in compensation!"

George sneered. "Like the Johnson Family would be short on money? Don't make me laugh. Harry, you've got to help me with this!"

Harry shook his head. "How am I supposed to help you? Look, the room's packed with big shots right now. My advice? Keep your little schemes to yourself. If something blows up, it'll be more than we, the younger generation, can handle!"

George scoffed. "What could possibly happen? Harry, you're the Morgan Family's top heir, and yet you've gotten this timid? Be careful, or Fein might trip you up behind your back!"

Harry sighed, his expression turning mournful. "My poor younger brother... I'm afraid Fein won't have the chance to trip me up anymore."

George froze. "What? Did he lose his position as heir?"

"It's no secret," Harry said casually. "Fein got into trouble out in the Pacific. His entire yacht sank, and not a single soul aboard made it out alive—they all perished."

*Gasp!* George drew a sharp breath. "Who could have done it? Was it..."

George turned a shocked gaze toward Harry, his eyes filled with suspicion.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Do I look that dumb to you? My brother's death was purely an accident... Oh, forget it. Everyone will find out after this conference anyway, so I might as well tell you now."

Harry pulled out his phone and brought up a series of photos. "Take a look at these. They're satellite images."

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