Jiang Nan scanned the bodies of Bai Ling, Ai Hua and others roughly, and saw that Bai Ling, Ai Hua and others had no signs of being beaten or humiliated. He nodded, and then looked back at Mrs. Romande, who had an angry look on her face, with a cold tone.
, said: "I'll give Barriston some face! You can get out now!"
"Who is Bariston? From the tone of this young man's voice, it sounds like this guy has a lot of background!"
"Who cares who he is? Didn't you see that Mrs. Romande has been offended? It probably won't work to mention anyone now!"
"Barriston! Balliston! It's not the one in the palace who's to blame!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the crowd.
"That guy in the palace! Isn't that Prince Kegel Bariston? Oh my god! If it's really that guy, even Mrs. Romande wouldn't dare to make a mistake!"
Suddenly, everyone in the slums became awe-inspiring when they realized the terrifying figure.
Furthermore, the eyes looking at Jiang Nan and others no longer looked like they were watching a good show before.
The bodyguards and others beside Mrs. Romande also looked frightened at this moment and did not dare to act rashly. They looked at Mrs. Romande and asked for instructions on what to do next.
Keg Bariston is the sole heir of Khalasar and the next king.
Although Mrs. Romande is a count, the gap between her and the first heir of the kingdom is not that big.
Even if Jiang Nan and others have even the slightest connection with Prince Bariston, if this matter reaches Prince Barriston's ears, it will definitely not make it easy for Madame Romande and others.
Suddenly, Mrs. Romande's face lost the arrogance it had at first.
But just leaving in such a dejected manner, Mrs. Romande didn't even have to think about it.
You can also know that the next day, rumors about Madame Romande will definitely fill the streets.
By then, the aristocratic family of Mrs. Romande will be greatly affected by their reputation.
Suddenly, Mrs. Romande noticed that although Jiang Nan's clothes were clean and simple, they were of no value.
A person who can establish friendship with a prince must be either rich or noble. Although Jiang Nan's equipment is extraordinary, there is no hint of nobility in his outfit.
Moreover, seeing the tattered clothes on Bai Ling and others, and if Jiang Nan was really related to Prince Bariston, he would definitely be accompanied by one or two ministers of Khalasar, but there were none of these.
A lot of things suddenly came to mind in Mrs. Romande's mind.
The smile at the corner of her mouth also gradually rose, and the arrogant look that had disappeared on her face reappeared on Mrs. Romande's face.
"Have you chosen your clothes well?"
After Jiang Nan scolded Mrs. Romande, he thought that Mrs. Romande would recognize her and leave. Jiang Nan ignored Mrs. Romande, but looked at Bai Ling and others and asked.
Bai Ling shook his head and said: "I was about to choose! I was interrupted by that guy!"
Jiang Nan nodded, looked at the clerk of Bada Clothing Store, and said, "Take out the best clothes you have here!"
The clerk of Bada Clothing Store was already stunned by this scene. After hearing Jiang Nan's words, he quickly turned around to get the best clothes.
Jiang Nan had just sat down and was about to teach Aihua some negotiation skills. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Mrs. Romande and others who had not yet left. His eyes turned cold and he said, "Why don't you get out of here?"
Mrs. Romande had a look of shame and anger on her face, looked at Jiang Nan with a sneer, and said, "I was almost fooled by your realistic acting skills!"
Jiang Nan frowned even more tightly, and there was a look of impatience in his eyes.
"If you are really Prince Bariston's friend, I will admit it to you!"
Mrs. Romande looked at the bodyguards who were silent and did not dare to speak, and snorted: "Come on, I will be responsible for anything that happens!"
These bodyguards all looked at each other, saw the fierce looks in each other's eyes, and rushed towards Jiang Nan and others.
Jiang Nan no longer had any patience at all, so he struggled with Mrs. Romande and said to Feng Ying: "Throw them all out!"
Feng Ying nodded, facing the siege of seven or eight people, he did not retreat but advanced, his figure was like lightning, weaving through the crowd.
When Feng Ying walked up to Mrs. Romande, seven or eight bodyguards with extraordinary strength were all kneeling on the ground, groaning in pain.
No one saw Feng Ying's movements clearly.
Mrs. Romande saw Feng Ying's cold and indifferent eyes and the scene that just looked like a science fiction movie. A look of fear flashed in her eyes and she yelled: "I am the Countess of Khalasar. If you attack me, you will be killed."
Become an enemy of the khalasar! Neither of you will end well!"
However, when these threatening words fell into Feng Ying's ears, there was no pause in his movements.
Fengying picked up Mrs. Romande and held her up in the air, as if throwing away garbage. After opening the door of Bada Clothing Store, she threw her out.
After finishing, Fengying clapped his hands and returned to the store, throwing out the other bodyguards brought by Mrs. Romande one after another.
The people watching the lively Moore Street were dumbfounded, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"Is it possible that they are really friends of Prince Bariston?"
"Nonsense, if not, do they dare to be so arrogant? This is a count. Even if there are all the people in Khalasar, there are less than twenty people! How dare you do this without any strength background?"
"That's right! Seeing Mrs. Romande's condition, I finally felt bad in my heart!"
"Who says it's not the case! Will she dare to be so arrogant in the future?"
Although the people in the Moore Street did not dare to disobey Mrs. Romande, they all smiled happily when they saw the miserable state of Mrs. Romande, who had always looked down on others.
Feng Ying didn't show any mercy in this throw.
Mrs. Romande fell to the ground and felt that all her bones were about to be broken. When she got up in despair, she heard the poor people on the Moor Street slums laughing at her in a low voice, and she suddenly felt even more ashamed and angry.
He raised his head and looked at everyone like a ghost, and growled: "Whoever dares to look again, I will gouge out his eyes!"
As soon as these words came out, the people in these Moore Streets immediately shrugged their heads and did not dare to look up.
Looking at the closed door of Bada Clothing Store, Mrs. Romande gritted her teeth, her eyes were bloodshot, and said angrily: "This matter is not over yet! Just wait for me!"