The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 169: Failed Flattery
Chapter 169 - 169: Failed Flattery
John and Emily walked out of the school gate. To make sure they'd be "blocked" in time, John deliberately walked her around the gate several times.
He behaved playfully, his actions bordering on shameless, which made Emily blush furiously.
Yet despite her shyness, she never pulled away.
At most, she pretended to be reserved—secretly hoping John would get even bolder.
Women were strange like that. In front of men they didn't like, they acted as proud and untouchable as white swans. But in front of the one they did like, they secretly wished he'd act like a rogue. Restraint? Forgotten.
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The two of them looked like a young couple in love.
Finally, after a while, a group of people stormed over—Jason leading the charge.
He'd been terrified that John would leave the campus before they could intercept him. But the moment he spotted the two of them from afar, excitement lit up his face.
Perfect timing! Right at the school gate! It's fate!
"Big Alan, Andy, look! Was I right or what? That guy really has no shame. Look at his hand..."
Jason's voice dripped with jealousy as he saw John's arm wrapped snugly around Emily's waist.
Damn it! That hand doesn't deserve to exist!
His eyes burned with envy.
Why do people get jealous?
It happens when someone who seems no better than you—maybe even worse—manages to have something you've longed for and couldn't get.
If that person is far stronger than you, then fine—you might be jealous, but you'd also feel a grudging admiration.
That's how Jason saw Andy. If Andy were with Emily, he'd accept it without complaint.
But John?
To Jason, John was just a new hire. A pretty face. Nothing more.
So watching John and Emily together filled him with rage.
If I'm miserable, you don't get to be happy either.
Determined to stir up trouble, Jason marched over and snapped, "Hey, bastard! Take your damn hand off Miss Wood—now!"
John looked at him with amused eyes. "Ah, so that's how the news got out so quickly. Jealousy really makes people efficient."
But instead of letting go, he tightened his grip slightly.
Emily's body tensed. Her eyes glared at him, but her face and even her snow-white neck were burning red.
"Bastard, are you looking to die?" Jason exploded.
Jealousy consumed him.
He spun around and shouted at Alan, "Big Alan! This guy's ignoring me! He's disrespecting you!"
Jason's eagerness was obvious—he wanted to score points with Alan and Andy.
So when Alan strode over with a dark expression, Jason felt triumphant.
He puffed out his chest and sneered, "You don't know who you've messed with, boy. You're done for! Ha ha—"
SLAP!
His laugh was cut short by a resounding slap.
He didn't even see it coming.
One moment he was gloating, the next he was airborne, spinning through the air like a ragdoll.
After three full turns, he crashed to the ground in a heap.
Pain exploded across his body. His jaw was swollen, his teeth scattered, and he was too dazed to even cry out.
What the hell just happened? Did Alan miss? Has he gone blind from losing an arm?
But what he saw next shocked him even more.
Alan, the feared underground monarch, approached John respectfully. He bent forward in a bow and said,
"Sir, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't expect you to be the new teacher at Providence College."
Alan cursed himself silently.
This cultivator is way too good at acting! On the phone, he made it sound so real. I thought someone actually dared to pursue Miss Wood!
Andy, standing nearby, was also scared out of his mind.
Alan added, "Sir, what do you want us to do with the fool who offended you? Shall I toss him in the river to feed the fish?"
Jason's face turned pale.
He had no idea John had such terrifying status.
Even Alan treated him with deference.
No wonder Andy hadn't reacted earlier when told someone was interested in Emily—it was because someone far scarier was already pursuing her!
Jason realized his mistake.
He'd tried to flatter the wrong person.
And failed—miserably.
He was filled with regret.
But John just laughed lightly. "He's just jealous. No need to kill him. Spare his life."
John was only having some fun—he wasn't the type to kill over petty jealousy.
He wasn't a tyrant.
"Yes, sir!" Alan barked.
He walked over to Jason, picked him up with one hand, and dropped him at John's feet.
"Did you hear that? Mr. Lopez is a merciful man. He's sparing your life. Hurry up and thank him!"
Jason immediately kowtowed, his voice trembling.
"Th-thank you, Mr. Lopez! Thank you for sparing my life!"
His pants were wet.
He never imagined that a simple tip-off would almost cost him his life.
Alan snorted and said coldly, "I hate snitches more than anything."
But... weren't you excited when I told you the news earlier? Why do you hate me now?
Jason felt like crying.
The world of big shots is too scary...
After the matter was dealt with, Alan thought for a moment and suddenly pulled something from his pocket.
"Sir," he said solemnly, handing it to John. "This is the Black Dragon Token, the symbol of the highest authority within our gang. I hope you'll accept it."
