In this vast and endless vineyard lies a sprawling estate covering 100,000 square meters.

Within the estate, wherever one looks, there are expansive green lawns and trees. Here, one can play golf on the green lawns, ride horses, or swim in the crystal-clear pool, enjoying a sunbath.

At the center of the estate stands a grand European-style castle.

At this moment, on the green lawn in front of the European-style castle.

There were four figures.

All four were dressed in luxurious attire. One of them was dressed in a European noble's long robe, with handsome features, golden hair, deep blue eyes, and a high nose bridge, exuding an aura of nobility. He was a true nobleman.

Beside him, a butler in a tailcoat respectfully stood behind him.

In front of the nobleman, two figures were present. If Qin Yang were here, he would undoubtedly recognize one of them.

Among these two, one was Viscount Gusa, who had been blinded in one eye by Qin Yang, and the other was Count Hilcon, the current highest representative of Bordeaux wine in Huaxia.

"Gusa, you've turned into quite a sorry sight in Huaxia."

The nobleman looked at the one-eyed Viscount Gusa and spoke casually.

As he spoke, the nobleman exuded an unintentional pressure, causing Viscount Gusa to shiver instinctively.

"Honorable Prince, that Huaxia youth is very strong. I took a drop of the precious Poison Bottle Liquid, yet I was no match for him."

Viscount Gusa spoke with respect, bowing before the nobleman, but when he mentioned Qin Yang, his only remaining eye was filled with hatred.

Now, he had become the laughingstock of the entire Bordeaux family. As a great Viscount of the Wolf Race, possessing astonishing healing abilities, when had he ever been reduced to such a pathetic state?

However, although werewolves have powerful healing abilities, it only applies to physical wounds, and losing an eye completely cannot be healed.

"Rise, Gusa."

The nobleman glanced at Viscount Gusa and said.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Viscount Gusa nodded respectfully, standing upright.

"Your Highness, this might not entirely be Viscount Gusa's fault. That Huaxia youth is indeed strong. I received information that the Asakawa Clan from Japan also sent one Earth-level Ninja, four Human-level Ninjas, and eight Upper Ninjas to ambush that youth, but all thirteen were slain."

Count Hilcon's expression darkened as he spoke.

"Oh? The Asakawa Clan from Japan also tried to ambush that youth?"

The nobleman's eyebrow arched slightly, as if surprised. Although the Asakawa Clan wasn't as powerful as the Bordeaux Clan, it was still a world-renowned family.

"Tsk tsk, although most of Japan's ninjas are as weak as insects, it must be admitted that their Earth-level Ninjas have a certain level of strength. To even kill a Japanese Earth-level Ninja, it seems that Huaxia youth indeed has some skills."

The nobleman downed the crimson liquid from his wine glass and spoke softly.

"Dacil."

The nobleman called out, extending his wine glass.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The tailcoat butler behind the nobleman understood the signal.

On the tray held by the tailcoat butler Dacil was a red wine bottle, not very large, with ancient gold-red patterns on its surface, looking exceptionally exquisite.

The tailcoat butler Dacil took the red wine bottle and poured half a glass of crimson wine into the nobleman's wine glass.

"Tsk tsk, the taste of this Immortal Orange Wine indeed surpasses the finest wines of my Bordeaux Clan."

The nobleman gently swirled the wine in his glass, his deep blue eyes fixated on the crimson liquid.

"After just two sips, I've already fallen in love with this taste."

The nobleman took a gentle sip, licked his lips, and narrowed his eyes.

"Moreover, I can feel my wolf race blood boiling a little bit more. This wine does have some magical qualities."

The nobleman said.

"Prince Barrello, the Immortal Orange Wine made by that Huaxia youth has swept through several provinces in Huaxia in less than a month, greatly affecting the sales of our Bordeaux wine in those areas."

"If the Immortal Orange Wine gains a foothold in Huaxia and enters the world market, our Bordeaux wine might have to make way for it, and the wealth our Bordeaux Clan gains annually will be greatly reduced."

Count Hilcon said solemnly.

"Hilcon, remember, in this world, no one can stop the wealth of my Bordeaux Clan."

Hearing this, Prince Barrello's eyes flashed with a cold light, and in his deep blue eyes, a faint crimson glow flickered.

Crash!

Prince Barrello gently squeezed, and the wine glass in his hand shattered, the crimson wine spilling onto the ground.

The nearby butler Dacil quickly handed over a clean white towel.

"Anyone who blocks the wealth of my Bordeaux Clan will end up like this wine glass."

Prince Barrello took the white towel and elegantly wiped his hand, speaking calmly.

Although the wolf race has a long lifespan and great individual strength, every full moon when the Aconite Grass blooms, werewolves endure unimaginable pain. This pain can torture them to near death, and with more transformations during the month, the pain worsens. Only eternal wealth will not betray them.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Count Hilcon replied respectfully.

"Your Highness, not only does the Immortal Orange Wine made by that Huaxia youth taste incredibly delicious, but his estate is like a true Human Immortal Realm. The villa is filled with wild animals, flying birds, and towering trees. Your Highness, as Viscount Gusa said, it is ten times, even twenty times more beautiful than here."

Viscount Gusa looked at Prince Barrello with respect as he spoke in one breath.

"What? Gusa, you're not joking, right? More beautiful than my castle?"

Prince Barrello arched his handsome eyebrows, looking at Viscount Gusa.

"Your Highness, Gusa wouldn't dare lie. Just staying in that villa, even just taking a breath of air, makes one feel very comfortable all over."

"Moreover, Your Highness, the Crocodile Herbal Cuisine served in the villa is incredibly delicious. Gusa has never tasted anything so delicious. After eating that Crocodile Herbal Cuisine, Gusa could feel his internal strength grow."

Viscount Gusa's single eye gleamed as if recalling the delicious taste of the Crocodile Herbal Cuisine, a hint of greedy longing in his eyes.

"Crocodile Herbal Cuisine? A cuisine that can increase the strength of our wolf race?"

Prince Barrello's eyes shone, fixating on Viscount Gusa's face.

"Your Highness, I think Viscount Gusa is telling the truth. I've heard that the villa now attracts a huge crowd, and staying or dining there requires advance reservations. The business is very booming, and those Huaxia moguls are willing to spend a fortune just for a meal of Crocodile Herbal Cuisine. Some foreigners are also flocking to Feipu Manor, drawn by its reputation."

Count Hilcon respectfully said from the side.

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