One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The entire venue fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, frozen in place, their minds a jumbled mess.

What happened?

That was... the sound of a slap?

Ivan steadied himself, his mind buzzing.

He covered his left cheek, which was visibly swelling and turning red, and felt a burning pain.

"Who?!"

Ivanov abruptly raised his head, his feigned gentlemanly demeanor vanishing completely.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked around like an enraged lion, roaring hysterically:

"Which reckless bastard dares to ambush me?! Show yourself!!!"

The roar echoed through the hall, but no one answered him.

The representatives from various countries around them, including the security personnel from NaDuTong, all looked bewildered and surprised.

With so many eyes watching, everyone could see it clearly.

No one approached Ivanov at all just now.

They didn't even sense the slightest fluctuation of Qi.

The slap seemed to appear out of nowhere, landing squarely on his face.

Ivanov, panting heavily, scanned the crowd with his bloodshot eyes, finally settling on Zhang Tianyi, who was not far from him.

That bastard is absolutely the one!

Aside from this person whom Wang Ai described as a madman, who would dare to make a move in this situation?!

"It's you!"

Ivanov pointed at Zhang Tianyi, his fingers trembling, and roared through gritted teeth:

"You're playing tricks! How dare you attack a foreign guest in public?!"

Faced with this infuriating accusation.

Zhang Tianyi, however, appeared very relaxed.

His left hand was in his trouser pocket, and his right hand was holding a glass of pale gold champagne.

The wine in the glass was perfectly still, without even the slightest ripple.

Hearing Ivanov's roar, Zhang Tianyi tilted his head slightly.

He first reached up and picked at his ear, then looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.

"Little Zhao."

Zhang Tianyi completely ignored Ivanov, instead turning his head to look at Zhao Fangxu, who was wiping away cold sweat beside him, his tone revealing a hint of disdain:

"Why is the security at your headquarters so sloppy?"

"How come they let any unleashed dog in here and let it bark like that?"

Zhao Fangxu's mouth was half open, unable to utter a single word.

My dear uncle, please say less!

Seeing that Zhao Fangxu remained silent, Zhang Tianyi turned his gaze back to Ivanov.

He looked the old European man, who was so angry he looked like he was about to explode, up and down, and a sneer appeared on his face as if he were looking at an idiot.

"I'm talking to this foreigner."

Zhang Tianyi raised the champagne glass in his hand and gently swirled it:

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"You're saying I hit you? Which eye of yours saw me lay a hand on you?"

Zhang Tianyi raised his chin and pointed to the group of onlookers who were still in a daze.

"Ask everyone here, who saw me, Dao Ye, touch a single hair on your head?"

"I've got one in my pocket and a wine glass in the other. Am I supposed to use my mind to travel through space and slap you across the face?"

Zhang Tianyi paused, his expression becoming utterly innocent yet self-righteous:

"Looking at your old arms and legs, are you having trouble adjusting to China? You tripped over your own feet and bumped your face into thin air?"

"Don't go looking for trouble here. Are you trying to scam me? I'm not falling for that."

These words were spoken so fluently and smoothly, and the skill of turning the tables was simply unparalleled.

Ivanov was so angry at this utterly shameless sophistry that he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

Not only was he slapped in public, but now he's being accused of staged an accident?!

He, a high-ranking member of the Alchemists' Guild, has never suffered such humiliation!

"You...you are utterly shameless!"

Ivanov paused, his cane twitching, a faint magical light emanating from his body, clearly about to make his move.

Right at this critical juncture.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Zhang Chulan, who was standing to the side and behind Zhang Tianyi, immediately stepped forward.

With his second advisor standing by his side, Zhang Chulan's confidence was now as strong as a city wall.

I'm not afraid of anything, except for things not getting big enough!

"This foreign gentleman!"

Zhang Chulan stood with his hands on his hips, blocking Zhang Tianyi's path, his chin held higher than Ivanov's, his face full of disdain:

"My advisor was trying to reason with you nicely, and you still want to hit me?"

"All the surveillance cameras in this hall are on, covering every angle! Everyone's eyes are sharp!"

"Who saw my advisor make a move? Making accusations without evidence is slander, don't you understand?!"

Zhang Chulan leaned closer, scrutinizing Ivanov's swollen face from head to toe, clicking his tongue in amazement:

"I bet you've done too many bad things in your life that even God couldn't stand it anymore and came down from nowhere to punish you, right?"

"If you're sick, go to the hospital right away. Don't run wild on our Chinese soil!"

The grandfather and grandson, working in tandem, managed to transform a blatant attack into a supernatural event.

"good very good!"

Ivanov was so angry that he laughed instead.

He knew that if he made a move here, he would definitely not gain any advantage, and he would also be accused of breaking the rules of the meeting.

The other party is clearly acting like a scoundrel!

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the rampaging magic within his body.

“Zhang Tianyi, I have truly experienced the hospitality of your Chinese people today.”

Ivanov ignored the stubborn grandfather and grandson and turned away.

He looked to the other side of the hall, at the foreign representatives who had just been applauding the wild cursive calligraphy and painting.

At this moment, Ron of Behemoth and Mrs. Lilia, the Son of the Earth, were holding wine glasses, looking at the conflict with bewildered expressions.

They don't understand Chinese at all, and they have no idea what just happened.

Ivanov strode over with a cold expression.

"Mr. Ron! President Lilia!"

Ivanov pointed directly at the huge scroll on the wall, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage.

"You're still clapping here? Do you even know what's written on this calligraphy?!"

Ron paused, his smile fading. "Ivan, what's going on? Isn't this an artwork meant to welcome us?"

"welcome?!"

Ivanov, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, pointed to the large characters on the scroll and, gritting his teeth, translated to the other delegates:

"This message doesn't mean any friendly greeting at all!"

"The first half of the sentence is 'A friend comes from afar.'"

"But the second half of the sentence reads... 'Even if they are far away, they must be killed!!!'"

"And look at those four words above!"

Ivanov pointed his cane to the horizontal inscription at the top, his voice rising:

"Winning people over with virtue! In their culture, this phrase, paired with that smiley face, is blatantly mocking our incompetence!"

"This isn't a welcome, it's a blatant threat! It's a declaration of war against all our delegations!!!"

After Ivanov translated these words verbatim.

The area for foreign delegations was silent for a full three seconds.

Ron stopped swirling the red wine in his hand.

Mrs. Lilia's kind expression slowly faded, and a dangerous glint appeared in her eyes.

The expressions of the other representatives of the supernatural beings from various countries quickly shifted from confusion to disbelief, followed by uncontrollable anger.

"What?!"

Ron slammed the wine glass down on the table, his face contorted with rage.

"This is utterly absurd! We're here for peace talks!"

The foreign guests area instantly erupted in uproar, with the crowd expressing their outrage.

More than a dozen big shots who wielded considerable influence in the overseas supernatural world all had dark faces. They pushed aside the waiters blocking their way and marched in a mighty force toward the center of the hall.