Daily News: Insect Girls' Heavy Dependence

Enter the reception hall.

It's more like a lavish casino than a reception hall.

The surrounding area was filled with card tables and unfamiliar equipment, as well as aristocratic ladies and gentlemen watching and playing.

I didn't see any composed middle-aged nobles, let alone any old fogies.

As for socializing with them?

Richard had absolutely no interest in entertainment activities like card games or board games.

Besides, those loud and boisterous guys were too noisy, and Richard didn't want to hang out with them.

Besides, the guy who can stay in the noisy casino lobby is certainly not some real big shot. He's not worth Richard's attention.

Richard, who suffers from facial paralysis, does not intend to stay here for long.

He declined the waiter's tea.

Another wave of aristocratic ladies tried to strike up a conversation with him;

While you're at it, kick those two ill-intentioned blond guys away!

The waiters and security guards watched as the black-haired nobleman kicked someone and left, but no one dared to stop him.

They let Richard, who seemed completely unconcerned, walk into the corridor leading to the private rooms on the second floor.

It wasn't that he hit someone and ran away or anything; Richard just wanted to find a quiet place.

These private rooms, reserved exclusively for big shots, are quite quiet.

Richard chose an empty room to enter.

Although it's said to be the second floor, Richard was actually looking out at the clouds. He didn't know which floor he was on; he was just using the casino reception area as a reference point for the first floor.

Turning back and looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw the men and women in the lobby on the first floor, watching the blond-haired guy who had been kicked to the ground...

Richard was somewhat puzzled for a moment.

Am I just used to kicking blondies? How come it felt so easy just now?

Oops~ I just promised Yekaterin I wouldn't cause trouble, but I instinctively kicked two of those blond guys...

Richard didn't feel guilty for long; the two blond-haired men were soon carried away.

The crowd quickly dispersed, and the young nobles continued their games.

As for arresting the black-haired culprit? No one would be stupid enough to step forward and target the black-haired royal family or anything like that.

These young, relatively inexperienced nobles do not yet have the courage or the ability.

The follow-up to this kind of thing will naturally be handled by professionals.

A waiter carrying tea and snacks entered Richard's private room on the second floor:

"Sir, this is Jade Insect Tea. A casino manager will be coming to discuss matters with you shortly..."

After she finished speaking, she put down the tea and snacks and prepared to leave the private room.

"Wait a moment."

Richard called out to the waiter.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with? If you are also injured, we will bring you a doctor..."

"No! Bring me another pot of green tea worm tea! Hmm... leave the jade water worm tea too."

"..." The waiter was speechless, but he still agreed.

Serving this master well and preventing him from causing any more trouble is better than anything else.

After all, their superiors had given them, the servants, instructions beforehand: Don't let this young man with such a powerful background get into trouble…

Not long after the waiter left.

It seemed that they sensed Richard had a strong aversion to blond hair, so the casino's service staff sent out an elderly man with brown hair.

Although not a direct descendant of the August family with blond hair, he is still an important member of the collateral branch...

Thump—!

The brown-haired old man gently knocked on the door frame.

"Tsk...Go in!"

Richard finished a cup of Jade Insect Tea in one gulp; he really hadn't expected people to arrive so quickly.

He could only immediately pretend to be a cold, aloof gentleman.

"Mr. Richard, here is your green tea with worms... You can call me... I'm here to negotiate a settlement... You were just talking to those two downstairs..."

Richard didn't want to listen to his rambling at all, and he really couldn't remember the names of the extras, but he didn't interrupt.

He was just internally filled with impotent rage:

When is this old man going to leave? I just want to find a place where no one will bother me. What is he mumbling about...?

"...Sir, would you like to resolve this?"

The brown-haired old man talked for a long time.

Richard didn't hear a word he said; he could only agree, "Yes, yes, you're right! Let's do it that way..."

They agreed so easily? I never expected this member of the royal family to be so easy to talk to!

The brown-haired old man beamed with delight and no longer needed to use the honorific "you."

"Then please come downstairs and participate in a bug-fighting game as a form of reconciliation. Those two... are waiting for you there..."

"Huh!? What the hell?"

Richard sprayed the tea out:

"When did I say I was going to participate in any insect fighting game?"

When Richard refused, the brown-haired old man switched back to using the formal "you" (formal).

"Sir, you just agreed. They only wanted to invite you to play insect fighting, but you kicked... Sir! You are a member of the royal family! Even we servants know that members of the royal family are very good at insect fighting..."

It wasn't because I was provoked by that old brown-haired guy.

Richard, unable to bear his second round of nagging any longer, coldly spoke up:

"lead the way!"

Watching the handsome black-haired man walk out of the private room.

The young masters and ladies who were having a great time in the lobby on the first floor stopped making noise.

They all looked at them curiously.

Whispers begin:

"That elderly gentleman who led the way, is he the casino manager? And is that handsome dark-haired man really a member of the royal family?"

"Many princes can't match their charisma and looks! Who else could they be but royalty? Let's follow them and see what they're up to..."

"Maybe we shouldn't go. That handsome guy just kicked those two August family members so badly..."

"What's there to be afraid of! It's precisely this kind of bickering among rich kids that's so interesting! If you're not going, I'm definitely going!"

"Hehehe... If a handsome guy gets slapped in the face, do you think if I stand up for him... I might win his favor? And then hehehe..."

"Dio, you're amazing! You're a genius! I want to go too!"

"Aaaaaah! Don't try to take it from me! I've already thought of names for the kids!"

I'm too lazy to bother with the crazy ramblings of those infatuated aristocratic ladies.

Richard followed the brown-haired old man to the next floor of the casino lobby.

The gambling tables here are obviously much larger, but they don't have any card games or dice on them.

They're all first-tier little bugs!

The "emotional insect fighting game" truly lives up to its name!

The largest insect fighting platform in the very center of the venue was already surrounded by a group of blond-haired men.

A group of blond-haired men glared at Richard with hostile expressions. They were the same blond-haired men who had been part of the first and second waves of troublemakers who had come to Stormwind!

As for those two blond guys who got kicked earlier...

They're from the second batch of blond-haired guys: the effeminate blond-haired guy and the clever blond-haired guy!

They were just plotting revenge!

But his plan to invite Richard to play the insect-fighting game backfired, and instead he was kicked twice...

Now he can only sit in a wheelchair, waiting for Richard to come and fight the insects.

The clever blond-haired man sat in his wheelchair in his hometown, showing no fear of Richard.

"You bastard! You finally came! I thought you were scared!"

"Who are you?"

It wasn't Richard who was provoking the two wheelchair-bound Avengers. He couldn't even remember the names of the extras, so how could he possibly recognize the blond guy he'd kicked on the Stormwind city walls before?

Richard just felt that these two blond guys might have some kind of peculiar fetish.

After I kicked him out, he still shamelessly invited me to play some insect fighting game!