Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 391: Duel

Upon seeing this, the muscles on the faces of the guards twitched involuntarily.

A man of Asian descent drove up in an old car and invited Princess Anne to get in—it just seemed so incongruous.

When Mark looked at him, he couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at Old Murdoch and then at Princess Anne. He was completely stunned.

He didn't believe a person of Asian descent would dare to flirt with Princess Anne. But the scene just looked so familiar...

Upon seeing Old Murdoch, Princess Anne smiled brightly and ran towards him, tiptoeing in her long dress.

At this moment, Mark finally realized what was happening and reached out to stop Princess Anne.

"Wait a minute. No, Annie, you're not going to tell me this is your fiancé, are you?"

Even now, Mark still can't believe it.

Princess Anne could never marry a man of Asian descent, unless he's out of his mind.

Yes, his mother, his father, and everyone else would disagree.

The person Princess Anne was to marry was not just anyone.

No, in his eyes, people of Asian descent don't even deserve to be called human.

In their culture, people of Asian descent are considered the lowest, most inferior race, without exception. Even Black people are considered far more noble.

Black people were their slaves, but Asians were not even worthy of being their slaves.

Princess Anne would marry a man like that? Isn't that a huge joke?

Princess Anne nodded frankly and said, "That's right, he is my fiancé. His surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Yinmo. You can call him Mr. Chen. Of course, you can also call him Old Mo, and he won't mind."

"Fak".

Mark was truly enraged: "Annie, are you playing me? Even if you're going to play me, at least find someone reliable! Him? Does he even deserve it?"

Princess Anne was stopped and harassed, and Old Murdoch couldn't stand it anymore.

He jumped out of the car and walked towards Princess Anne.

The two were still struggling when Lamo stepped forward, grabbed Mark's hand, and shook him off.

"Let go of your dirty hands, don't get my wife's dress dirty, OK?"

Mark was stunned, looking at Old Mo in disbelief.

What did he just do to me?

This filthy yellow-skinned pig, he actually grabbed my hand just now and said my hand was dirty?

How can we tolerate this?

"Fuck..."

"You yellow-skinned pig, how dare you touch me? Do you know who I am?"

Mark shouted angrily.

Under normal circumstances, Princess Anne would definitely stand in front of Old Murdoch.

But she wouldn't, because she knew Lao Mo too well; he would never suffer a loss.

In her heart, Lao Mo was a god, how could he possibly suffer a loss?

Sure enough, Old Mo smiled.

"No, you white pig, you don't even know who you are! You should go back and ask your mother that question. How am I supposed to answer you if you ask me?"

Gaa...

The guards on the side almost burst out laughing when they heard this.

That answer was so funny that even Princess Anne almost burst out laughing.

However, human joys and sorrows are not shared by all.

Upon hearing this, Mark flew into a rage and immediately drew his longsword from his waist.

"Fuck, you yellow-skinned pig, how dare you insult me! I'm going to kill you!"

However, his drawing of the sword was merely an expression of his anger.

The moment he drew his sword, the guards beside him rushed forward and stopped him.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant Mark, please put your sword away and control your emotions. If you draw your sword and become violent here, we have the right to shoot you dead."

Upon hearing that he might be killed, Mark finally calmed down.

He sheathed his sword and glared angrily at Old Mo.

"Yellow-skinned pig, who exactly are you?"

Old Mo smiled, reached out, and pulled Princess Anne into his arms.

"I am Princess Anne's husband, of course. And who are you? You don't need to go back and ask your mother to find out, do you?"

Upon hearing this, the guards almost couldn't help but laugh again.

Mark felt utterly humiliated.

"Fark, let go of your filthy hands. Let me tell you, I am Lieutenant Mark, and my father is Duke George. You yellow-skinned pig, how dare you steal my woman? Are you tired of living?"

Old Mo shrugged, leaned down and kissed Princess Anne on the lips before saying, "Anne is my woman. When did she become your woman? Princess Anne, don't you agree?"

Princess Anne blushed slightly, stepped forward, and said seriously to Lieutenant Mark, "Lieutenant Mark, I've already made it very clear to you, I'm getting married."

Please don't bother me anymore. If you do, we can't even be friends anymore.

Mark's facial muscles twitched incessantly as he stared intently at Old Mo with a cold expression.

"Heh, a yellow-skinned pig like him wants to marry Princess Anne? Princess Anne, let me tell you, I guarantee this bastard won't live more than ten days. Even Jesus couldn't save him. I'm telling you."

Princess Anne's expression immediately changed, and she quickly said, "Marc, you'd better not be reckless. People in this world aren't as simple as you think. I hope you stop having such crazy ideas. Don't blame me if something goes wrong."

Upon hearing this, Mark became even angrier.

"Princess Anne, will you help him?"

Princess Anne nodded and said, "Of course, he is my husband. I'll fight anyone who dares to harm him."

"you……"

Mark nearly had a stroke from anger; he pointed at Old Mo, his voice trembling.

"Yellow-skinned pig, I challenge you to a duel! I want a fair and square duel! Princess Anne, is that alright?"

"Can't."

Princess Anne quickly interrupted him, saying, "Marc, stop! Don't go crazy. You can't beat him. I'm doing this for your own good."

"I don't need your help? What can't I beat, a yellow-skinned pig? Yellow-skinned pig, do you dare to fight me like a man, fair and square? If you lose, please hand over Princess Anne to me."

Old Mo smiled, put his arm around Princess Anne's shoulder and said, "I'm willing to duel with you, but I won't gamble with my own wife."

My wife will always be my darling, and she will never be a gamble. Only someone with a filthy heart like you would use your woman as a bargaining chip.

"you……"

Mark was almost driven mad with anger.

"Alright, as long as you're willing to duel me. I'll be waiting for you in the training ground ahead. If you're still a man, come with me."

On the British side, a duel is possible.

The duel was similar to modern Olympic fencing, except they didn't wear protective gear.

In the dueling arena, a death warrant was signed, and life or death was no longer a concern.

Princess Anne grabbed Old Murdoch's arm: "Honey, don't go. His father was Duke George, and he's dead. It'll cause a lot of trouble."