The night was alluring, and in the most famous bar in Marseille, Lu Feng was already drunk to the point of stupor. He looked at Han Chen, who was slowly drinking across from him, with bloodshot eyes, "I say, can you comfort me a little?"
Han Chen raised an eyebrow, "What should I say? Offer you my condolences?"
Lu Feng kicked out, but Han Chen didn't budge. The next second, Lu Feng's pale face scrunched up like a bun, and he held his leg, complaining, "Even you are bullying me."
"The Third Young Master wasn't wrong. Your beginning with Eden was because of lust. Now that you've had what you wanted, she's just a woman. Sleeping with a nation's sovereign should already count as quite the fortune for you." Han Chen spoke directly and harshly, without any regard for the man drowning his sorrows.
Lu Feng was so angry he gritted his teeth. He glared at Han Chen fiercely, "Mind your own business. I do look forward to the day a woman appears who can put you in your place."
