god of tomorrow

"You brought people to ambush me because you wanted to help me?"

"My traffic jam is better than everyone else's."

"What, I should thank you?"

“It is the elder brother’s duty to teach his wayward younger brother. Watch carefully and learn from him. This is the best way to thank your elder brother.”

Pedrü constantly refers to himself as the first in line to the throne, whether out of affection or simply as being dutiful. He always asserts his position as the first in line, presenting himself with reason and moral high ground, which leaves Wick feeling extremely resentful.

If we weren't outnumbered, I'd beat you up!

There are too many people today, watch how I beat you up!

Pedro was confident of victory; barring any unforeseen circumstances, tonight was practically his. He snapped his fingers, signaling two knights to step forward and head straight for Colin.

Under normal circumstances, as the first in line to inherit the throne, the eldest son does not need to be particularly outstanding; he only needs to be more outstanding than the second or third son.

Or, make the second and third children seem less outstanding.

The third son, Hugh, was born ordinary and destined to be unremarkable. The key was the second son, Wick, who was ambitious and single-mindedly plotting to seize the throne. Unfortunately, the king and queen had little restraint and were blind to his ambitions.

It's understandable that the queen doesn't restrict her sons; they're both her children, and it doesn't matter who becomes king, whether the eldest or the second eldest son becomes queen.

The king's lack of restraint reveals a lot about his intentions. It could be dissatisfaction with the eldest son, favoritism towards the second son, allowing the cubs to fight amongst themselves to cultivate the best heir, or having the second son check the eldest to prevent the king's power from being diluted...

Regardless of the reason, it was very unfriendly to Pedro. Compared with the first in line to the throne of other countries, he, the eldest prince, was suppressed by the king above and annoyed by the second son below, and lived a very repressed life.

Pedrü has always faced pressure and cherished his reputation. Just last night, some idiot named Colin threw mud at him.

The Golden Powder Club was quite a stir last night. The female manager's boss tried to keep quiet, but couldn't control the gossip of the nobles, and the news spread to the capital overnight.

Upon hearing that the second son had ordered an attack on the third son, Pedro immediately ordered an investigation with great interest. He had no other intention than to prove the second son's innocence and to prevent gossipmongers from spreading rumors.

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This investigation uncovered a lot of shocking information.

Fan Sen led his men to ambush, Fan Sen charged forward, and Fan Sen's 1200 million bounty was claimed.

The second prince's knight Colin clashed with the female manager of the Gold Powder Club and the third prince's subordinates, and the three parties danced awkwardly on the dance floor for a long time.

Colin spoke with absolute certainty that Vansen was a traitor, an undercover agent planted by the eldest prince next to the second prince, ordered to ambush and kill the third prince and frame the second prince.

The last piece of information came from the owner of the Gold Powder Club. Pedlu met with him in person, and while the latter was pretending to be crazy, he accidentally confessed everything. When questioned further, he claimed to have amnesia and not remember anything.

There are some things the female manager wouldn't dare say, but the owner of the Golden Powder Club would.

The second prince allowed his men to run amok in his business, nearly causing it to close down. Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents; this revenge must be taken. The owner didn't dare kill the second prince's parents, but he had the courage to inform the eldest prince and tell him the truth.

When the gossip got to him, Pedluu couldn't laugh anymore. He led his men over and had Colin's ass kicked hard, and also slapped Wick in the face, to teach him a lesson about disciplining his subordinates.

The eldest brother sent someone to kill the third brother and framed the second brother. Damn Colin, why is he so smart?

Besides dealing with Colin, Pedro led his men to block the road for another purpose.

Based on intelligence, it is speculated that Wick's invitation to Gawain was intended to downplay the seriousness of the matter and turn enemies into friends.

LOL, you've got so many friends, how am I supposed to make friends?

Have a meal?

Eat shit, you! (Image)

Pedlu could choose not to befriend Gawain, since the latter's true identity was unknown, and making friends with him rashly might not be a good thing. If he didn't befriend Gawain, Wick shouldn't either.

As I said before, the eldest son's primary task is to stabilize the base and ensure that the second and third sons are not too outstanding so that he can have the last laugh.

"Colin, huh? Break his legs and see if he dares to talk nonsense again."

"Pedro, this is outrageous!"

"Heh, when you were putting accusations on my head, why didn't you say it was going too far?"

Crackling sounds, two men, one advancing and one retreating!

Sobbing and splashing, men on either side!

The two sides were locked in a fierce battle. Wick's side had fewer people, and Colin was isolated and helpless, suffering a brutal attack by a group of men on top of him.

The details of the battle will not be described, but in short, it was a battle of men, where every step was taken by men and every word was spoken by men.

In other words, Pedlu had no intention of killing, nor dared to have one. Otherwise, if things had completely broken down, not only Colin but also Wick would have had to deal with Nan Chengxiang and Nan Yiqi tonight.

Colin paid the price for his nonsense; both his legs were smashed to pieces. After that, there was a long silent standoff. Pedlu did not press his advantage but simply waited for the time to pass before leading his men away at midnight.

By the time Wick arrived at the upscale restaurant, not only Gawain, but Bob had already left work.

Cynthia didn't leave; she stood faithfully at the restaurant entrance, explaining that Gawain had waited for two hours before leaving, his face grim before he went. The feud was now firmly established.

"Your Highness, what happened? Why didn't you take a carriage?"

"It's a long story... Go ask Gao Wenxue again tomorrow."

"Is it going to work? Before he left, he said this wasn't over."

"Nothing is impossible if you show sincerity!"

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Meanwhile, Gao Wen left the restaurant with an angry expression, but as he walked, his face gradually filled with a smile.

"Wonderful!"

Everyone saw it. It wasn't that he only had the mission in his eyes; it was because the second prince humiliated him first that the honest man, in a fit of anger, began to see it as a long-term mission.

Why didn't the second prince come? Was he in a car accident and was he framed by the 100-ton truck?

Gao Wen didn't care. His upbringing taught him not to do to others what he wouldn't want done to himself, and not to harbor thoughts of harming others. He was also taught to repay kindness with kindness and to repay injustice with justice. If someone bullies you, you should curse them back; otherwise, if you keep your swear words inside, your heart will become corrupted.

Swearing is uncivilized. We should use principles and justice to whitewash ourselves—no, to arm ourselves. See you at the school newspaper!

Having made up his mind, Gawain turned to look at Hervy beside him, his face full of joy, like a victorious general.

"President, I have a..."

"I'm the president, so I'll speak first."

Herwi put away her cheerful expression and said angrily, "Second Prince, you've gone too far! I saw all the grievances you suffered today. No one in my news agency can bully me except myself. Tomorrow I will mobilize all the members of the news agency to avenge you."

Although she didn't know why the second prince hadn't come, or if he had been in a car accident on the way, Hervy was very clear about one thing: Gawain could get the second prince by offering more money.

She was the knight handpicked by Lily, how could she just stand by and watch the second prince wield a hoe? This was a rare opportunity; if there was no conflict, she would create one; if there was, she would escalate it. She was willing to risk the president's job to make Gawain and the second prince break up.

"President, you're so kind!"

"That's that."

See? With a brain like mine, he should thank me!

Herwi put one hand on her hip, saying that it was all something a club president should do, and after being flattered by Gawain for a while, she asked, "By the way, what were you going to say just now?"

You've said it all!

"It's nothing, I just didn't eat. President, are you full? If not, I'll treat you."

"Who do you think you are? I can still eat!"

"President, I know a side road, oops, I know a restaurant that's really good. This way."

"Okay, lead the way. If it's really delicious, you'll get your share."

Under the night lights, the two walked further and further apart, arriving at the Gold Powder Club fifteen minutes later.

"Huh, a nightclub?"

It was Hervy's first time in a nightclub. Lily was strict and wouldn't let her come to such a shady place, so everything was new and exciting to her.

Huh? Aren't you cold wearing so little?

I'm not watching anymore, I'm not watching anymore.

Then, Gao Wen pulled out a very powerful card, and immediately a female manager appeared, bowing and scraping and revealing her cleavage.

Hard!

Herwi's fist hardened instantly.

This is outrageous! As Lily's knight, Gawain should always remember the chivalrous spirit of abstinence, celibacy, and chastity, instead of flirting with this old woman.

Where are you looking? What's so interesting about that droopy piece of junk!

Hervy immediately labeled the female manager as an old witch, a seductive vixen, and a "public bus," believing that Lily was right, that novels are based on reality, and that the kind of bad women described in books really exist in the world.

"Mr. Gawain, is this...your girlfriend?"

Seeing Hervy's angry expression, her eyes practically spitting fire, the female manager immediately reacted, politely taking two steps back and fastening the two buttons on her chest.

The effect was so-so. Cynthia had tried this method, and while it wasn't completely useless, it was utterly ineffective.

"You have great taste, she really is your girlfriend. I didn't expect you to find out even though we hid it so well." Gao Wen grinned sheepishly, not letting any passerby get away with helping him out.

Every time a passerby helps, it pushes the belly forward a little bit. Today it's a small step, tomorrow it's a big step, and before long the belly will reach the bottom.

With ill intent, Gawain looked at Herwi, who snorted coldly, turned her head away, and did not refute anything.

Not bad, you've mastered the whole acting game; you've learned all the professional ethics of an actor.

I hope you'll stick with it, and ideally, act for a lifetime!

Taking advantage of Hervy turning her head, Gao Wen spoke quickly: "Female manager, don't mention what happened last night, nothing happened."

What happened last night?

The female manager was quite surprised, then suddenly realized and said, "If it was Young Master Hill who booked all the girls, leaving you and His Highness Hugh to just drink and play drinking games on the sidelines, then our club is also at fault. You can't blame him alone."

Holy crap, this isn't just your average pretender; he's incredibly skilled and good-looking too. No wonder he's a manager!

Gao Wen was convinced. First there was Herwi, then the female manager. From now on, if anyone says that big breasts mean no brains, he'll fight them.

The camera then pans to the luxury private room on the third floor.

"Guest, stop eating and rub your legs instead!"

"Let's play a riddle game. If you win, I can see your SpongeBob SquarePants."

"Please, please! The manager said it's okay if I sing a song!"

Inside the private room, Gao Wen and He Wei, one on the left and one on the right, one in black and one in red, started drinking as if in a competition, stacking plates one after another, and entered into another inexplicable competition.