"I don't know who he is either. He's been pestering me ever since I arrived from Russia," Shadow Immortal Dance explained helplessly, seeing the confusion in Chen Fei's eyes.

"Uhm..." Chen Fei's expression turned odd, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "With your strength, shouldn't you be able to handle this kind of pest with ease?" After all, while Shadow Immortal Dance was no match for him, her Half-Step Innate Peak Cultivation Level was no joke. Dealing with a nuisance like this should have been simple.

"Didn't you say that girls shouldn't be fighting and killing?" To his surprise, Shadow Immortal Dance lifted her gaze and looked at him with a straight face.

Chen Fei was stunned. "I did say that..." At that moment, he couldn't even begin to articulate the feelings her words stirred in his heart. It felt as if the softest part of him had been gently touched, leaving him with an indescribable feeling.

"Oh, God, Venus, you can actually speak? This is such a surprise! Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from Venus immediately. I don't think my girlfriend wants to converse with a stranger like you in front of her boyfriend, so please leave. Now."

Just then, the voice with the British accent returned. A curly-haired blond man rushed over, his expression extremely agitated, and threatened Chen Fei loudly with a hostile glare. As soon as he finished speaking, several men in black suits with grim, ice-cold expressions appeared from behind him. Their burly figures began to close in and surround Chen Fei.

A hint of coldness flickered in Chen Fei's eyes, and his fingers slowly began to flex as if he were about to act. But just at that moment, someone beat him to it.

Shadow Immortal Dance's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She suddenly tensed her long, powerful legs, dropped her waist, and a powerful gust of wind burst from the movement.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The surrounding air seemed to ripple as her legs, like a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, transformed into a series of afterimages. Amidst the astonished gazes of the men in black and their British-accented employer, she lashed out, aiming directly at the men closing in on Chen Fei.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A flurry of sickening impacts resounded as her kicks landed. The imposing men went rigid, their eyes filled with horror as intense pain and force struck their chests. Then, their bodies, each weighing a hundred and seventy or eighty pounds, were sent flying backward like kites. The spectacle caused the many tourists and staff in the airport to jump in fright, their faces etched with disbelief.

To everyone, Shadow Immortal Dance looked like a gentle woman from the East—at most, just an exceedingly beautiful one. She seemed to possess an ethereal quality that made tourists from all over the world unable to resist sneaking glances at her.

But who could have imagined that this seemingly delicate and beautiful young woman possessed such formidable fighting skills? Just like the Eastern martial arts depicted in movies, she had effortlessly knocked down several bodyguards built like oxen with a few kicks, and they still lay on the ground, unable to get back up.

Instantly, many faces filled with shock, their foreheads beaded with cold sweat. When they looked at Shadow Immortal Dance again, their gazes held not only astonishment but also a measure of fear. The scene they had just witnessed was no joke, and they certainly didn't want to end up like those unlucky souls on the ground, taking an inexplicable beating. That would be a terrible deal.

"Ma'am, Sir, this is an airport. Please don't cause trouble here," an airport security guard said, having to force himself to walk over.

"Oh, sir, look. There are just two of us, but how many are on their side? How could it possibly be us causing the trouble?" Chen Fei smiled slightly. He pointed to himself and Shadow Immortal Dance, then gestured to the curly-haired blond man and the seven or eight tall, imposing bodyguards still standing or lying on the ground. "Logically speaking," he added wryly, "anyone should be able to figure out who started this, right?"

"Err..." The security guard hesitated at Chen Fei's words. He subconsciously glanced at the blond man, whose expression was now somewhat ferocious, and his remaining contingent of large bodyguards. Feeling intimidated and realizing these people were not to be trifled with, the guard quickly found an excuse. "Just... just don't continue fighting here," he stammered, before sheepishly slinking away.

"Oh, Venus, if you can speak, then you must understand what I'm saying, right? Do you know how much I love you? From the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I had fallen in love, pierced deeply by Cupid's arrow. Oh, God, your every move, your every expression and smile is so perfect—please forgive me for truly falling for you at first sight."

Once the security guard had left, the blond man's face darkened for a fleeting moment as he glanced at his useless bodyguards still on the floor. He promptly plastered on what he considered a gentlemanly and irresistibly charming smile, gazing passionately at Shadow Immortal Dance and confessing loudly, "Do you remember that night? As we walked on the beach, I told you I wanted you to be my girlfriend and that I would sincerely love and cherish you with all my heart for my entire life. You didn't answer me then, and I was so disheartened, but I didn't give up."

At this, he actually dropped to one knee in front of everyone. Holding up a box with a massive diamond ring, he said with deep emotion, "Venus, today marks one month since we met. I love you deeply, and I believe you can feel my love for you. So, please, say yes. Be my girlfriend. I, Freud, swear before God that I will spend my entire life cherishing you."

It turned out this man's name was Freud. He came from an ancient and extremely powerful family in London, the capital of the United Kingdom. Almost every October and November, he would set aside his affairs to rest at his private villa in Cyprus, and this year was no exception. A month ago, upon arriving at Larnaca International Airport, he had unexpectedly discovered Shadow Immortal Dance, a being he immediately saw as a goddess. Oh, God, he, Freud, swore she was the most beautiful woman from the East he had ever seen in his life, without peer—a true goddess. He was instantly smitten and approached her to strike up a conversation.

However, she completely ignored him, not saying a single word. This left him disheartened, but undeterred. He began to shamelessly hound her, following her to Limassol, checking into the same seaside hotel after spending a fortune to buy the room next to hers, and even observing her movements around the clock. Whenever she went out, he would follow, staying as close as possible to the woman he considered his goddess.

Yet, she never once acknowledged him or spoke to him. This disappointed him, but it also led him to conclude that Shadow Immortal Dance must have a physical defect that rendered her unable to speak. Why else would she ignore him? His sincerity was enough to move anyone. After persisting like this for a full month, he had come to the "natural" conclusion that she had already fallen in love with him, accepted him, and was now his, Freud's, girlfriend. "Venus" was the affectionate nickname he had unilaterally bestowed upon her out of his earnest ardor.

But then, Chen Fei had appeared out of nowhere, interacting so intimately and naturally with *his* girlfriend, *his* goddess. How could Freud not be angry? How could he accept it? She... she... she could actually speak? And she was... Was he, Freud, being played for a fool?

Although seething with rage, Freud managed to forcefully suppress it, instead putting on this grand, heartfelt display. He had used this technique countless times, and it had never failed. He couldn't believe any woman could reject such a romantic confession, especially with the diamond ring he was holding. He had spent over 10,000 Euros on it at a duty-free shop; it was a world-famous brand! He was convinced that this trump card would win back the heart of his goddess. As for that Asian fellow, he looked 'alright,' but he wasn't wearing a single luxury brand. How could he possibly compete with him, Freud, for a woman's affection? How naive...

However, before he could even finish the thought, the slightly smug expression on his handsome face froze.

Because... because Shadow Immortal Dance didn't even glance at him. She simply turned to Chen Fei and said softly, "Let's go." As soon as she spoke, she walked toward the parking lot with an indifferent expression, leaving behind a crowd of astonished and bewildered onlookers.

"What..."

Many people couldn't help but gasp, shocked that she would reject such a romantic and seemingly sincere proposal. It was completely unexpected.

But surprise aside, they also knew it wasn't impossible. After all, a woman that beautiful and perfect surely had no shortage of suitors. And so, many in the crowd turned to look at Freud, still kneeling on the ground, with smirks and expressions of 'pity,' their gazes as sharp as knives.

Oh, God, this guy is so pathetic. She didn't even give him the time of day, hahaha.

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