I Truly Am The Villian

The golden-robed youth slowly sat down next to the table, smiled at the lady in purple, and asked, "Miss, may I have the honor of your acquaintance?"

The lady in purple smiled politely but did not speak; instead, she turned her head and started chatting with Chen Tianyi.

The golden-robed youth couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed, and he signaled with his eyes.

Two guards he had brought with him stepped forward.

The guards placed their hands on Chen Tianyi’s shoulders, smiling as they said, "Could this gentleman please give up his seat?"

Chen Tianyi’s brows furrowed slightly, as he was about to say something.

Suddenly, he felt his longsword on his back tremble slightly.

Following the direction of the trembling, he saw an old one-armed man standing at the edge of the cabin.

Xu Zimei had encountered this old man before, known as the "Blood-Drinking Mad Blade." Xu Zimei had traveled on the same ship with this elder from the Eastern Continent to the Northern Continent.

He had not expected to encounter him again.

Chen Tianyi also noticed the one-armed elder and was slightly taken aback.

His originally furrowed brow relaxed slightly, and then with a faint smile to the two guards, he said, "I too quite enjoy doing others a favor, so I won’t disturb you."

After he finished speaking, he prepared to get up and leave.

"Chen Tianyi," the lady in purple hurriedly called out.

"It’s okay, I’m right over there; you can call me if you need anything."

A reassuring smile appeared on Chen Tianyi’s face, and he then walked towards the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade.

...

Watching Chen Tianyi leave, the golden-robed youth grinned at the lady in purple, "May I know the miss’s name?"

The lady in purple, Ning Caidie, looked a bit displeased but still responded politely, "Ning Caidie."

"So, it’s Miss Caidie, from Jin Chicheng."

The golden-robed youth revealed a smile which he believed to be graceful.

Ning Caidie seemed unenthusiastic, merely smiling perfunctorily.

The maidservant beside her rolled her eyes and spoke to Jin Chicheng.

"Young Master Jin, our Miss has something weighing on her mind.

If her concerns aren’t addressed, I fear she won’t be in the mood for conversation."

"What’s on her mind?" Jin Chicheng immediately showed interest, hastily asking.

"On our way here, our Miss encountered some rogues who harassed her.

She was in a dangerous situation and a young master who passed by could have rescued us.

But he ignored us, and had it not been for another young master Chen who appeared just in time to rescue us, you might not have met our Miss.

Now, that same young master who ignored us is on the same ship, naturally leaving our Miss in foul spirits," said the maidservant bluntly, adding a bit of cleverness.

Ning Caidie’s expression changed slightly, and she called out to the maidservant, "Ying."

"Miss, I’m just telling it like it is," Ying replied somewhat defiantly.

Ning Caidie sighed softly. Ying had been her personal maidservant since childhood, and though they were master and servant, they had long become like sisters.

Having undergone drastic changes, there were few relatives left by her side, and she could not bear to scold her any further.

She could only say to Jin Chicheng, "My apologies, Young Master Jin, Ying has been spoiled by me since childhood, you should not take her words to heart."

"I think what this maid Ying said is not wrong," Jin Chicheng snorted, replying.

"Anyone who could leave such a beautiful lady in peril is probably not a good person."

"Exactly," said Ying, pulling a face in agreement.

"Tell me, who is this person?" Jin Chicheng asked.

Ying shook her head in Xu Zimei’s direction, not saying anything more.

At that moment, Xu Zimei was leaning back in a deck chair with his eyes half-closed, enjoying the sea breeze.

Suddenly Jin Chicheng, followed by his two guards, approached.

"Hey kid, my master wants you!" The guards shook Xu Zimei’s deck chair and shouted loudly.

Xu Zimei yawned slowly, opening his eyes and looked at the people before asking, "What’s the matter?"

"Apologize?" Jin Chicheng pointed in Ning Caidie’s direction and said coldly.

"Go and apologize to that lady."

"Are you sick?" Xu Zimei replied, perplexed.

"Apologize for your rudeness and indifference that frightened the lady," Jin Chicheng said indifferently.

"I just met her by chance, is it wrong not to save her?" Xu Zimei replied.

"You’re not wrong," Jin Chicheng suddenly lowered his head and said in a low tone.

"But I’ve taken a liking to that lady, so you must apologize.

Because I have the bigger fists."

"Your way of chasing a girl is all wrong," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly and said.

"Someone once told me, if you like someone, you should force the issue.

Even if the coerced melon isn’t sweet, it can still quench my thirst.

Also, did you say you have a bigger fist?"

Xu Zimei laughed, finding the comment amusing.

"What are you laughing at," Jin Chicheng frowned and asked.

"Ever seen a punching bag-sized fist?" Xu Zimei slowly raised his right hand, smiling as he asked.

"Kid, cut the crap, do you want to apologize yourself, or should I make you..."

Before Jin Chicheng could finish his sentence, he saw a fist growing larger in front of his eyes.

Then a surge of force hit him, and he felt as if his nose had been smashed askew.

It was as if a bottle of mixed flavors had been knocked over, a rush of sensations flooding his nostrils and sending him flying backward.

Jin Chicheng stood up, rubbing his nose and screaming miserably in place.

The two guards by his side stood frozen initially, and then quickly came to their senses and ran to support Jin Chicheng.

They shouted at Xu Zimei, "Kid, you’re finished. Do you know who our young master is?"

"Come on, start your performance," Xu Zimei waved his hand, signaling them to speak.

"Our young master is the eldest son of the Golden Scales City’s Jin Family, it’s already too late for you to beg for mercy."

The guard shouted arrogantly.

"Since there’s no room for reconciliation, I might as well finish you all off," Xu Zimei said with a light laugh.

He then walked step by step toward the three men.

The two guards supporting Jin Chicheng hastily retreated.

Just then, a group emerged from the cabin next to them.

"What’s all this noise about?"

A middle-aged man uttered softly.

The leader of the group was a woman of roughly Xu Zimei’s age.

She wore a tight-fitting suit of lady’s armor,

her long hair tied at the back of her head with a black ribbon, phoenix eyes, willow eyebrows.

With a high nose bridge, she had the beauty associated with women from the Western Region.

One’s first impression was of a gallant figure; a heroic woman who would not be outdone by men.

And among this group were Blood-drinking Mad Blade and Chen Tianyi.

After the middle-aged man’s soft reprimand, Jin Chicheng quickly reacted.

He frantically shouted, "Father, sister, come quick and save me!

There’s someone here trying to kill me."

"What happened?" The middle-aged man stepped forward, frowning slightly as he asked.

The man’s imposing aura suggested he was ready for a fight.