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"I'll go with you," Jiang Chen said.
"But I don't have an invitation. What if they don't let you in?" Ni Xingyi replied.
"Sister Ni, don't worry. If my brother wants to get in, no one can stop him," Jiang Lu laughed.
Seeing Jiang Chen's determination, Ni Xingyi decided not to argue further. If they couldn't get in, she would just let Jiang Chen wait in the car.
Weytings Castle was located in a rather remote area, nestled within a lush green forest, surrounded by meticulously trimmed lawns. The owner of Weytings Castle was a member of the British royal family, reportedly a hereditary earl, truly a noble in Great Britain.
Tonight was the twenty-second birthday of the earl's youngest daughter, and he was hosting a ball, which essentially meant finding a suitable match for her. Attending such an event meant mingling with the true aristocrats and elites of Great Britain. Some less prominent socialites had gone to great lengths to secure invitations for tonight's ball.
Jiang Chen paused in front of the castle, gazing at it with a slight smile playing on his lips. It seemed that coming here tonight was not in vain; it was time to make contact with the vampire clan.
"You've arrived," Jiang Chen and his companions had just reached the castle entrance when someone stepped out from inside—the very person was Li Wenhou.
"Mr. Bowie asked me to wait for you all here. Oh? Why are you back again?" Li Wenhou's expression soured upon seeing Jiang Chen stubbornly following them.
Li Wenhou had targeted Jiang Chen multiple times, but thanks to Jiang Chen's good mood over the past few days, he hadn't faced dire consequences. However, this time, Jiang Chen was losing his patience.
"You'd better shut your mouth," Jiang Chen said coldly.
Hearing his words, Qin Xusha felt a chill run down her spine; if Jiang Chen got angry, it could be deadly.
"What? Kid, if I don’t shut up, what can you do about it? This isn’t a place where you can act recklessly," Li Wenhou scoffed, clearly dismissing Jiang Chen's warning.
"Talking too much can lead to biting your own tongue," Jiang Chen replied with a cold smile. He wasn't going to resort to violence here, but he had plenty of ways to teach Li Wenhou a lesson.
Jiang Chen directly used his spiritual sense to control Li Wenhou's actions.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Li Wenhou let out a wail as he opened his mouth and spat out blood; he had bitten off part of his own tongue.
The security guards at the castle entrance rushed over to check on the situation.
"Take him to the hospital; he accidentally bit his tongue," Qin Xusha reacted quickly and said.
The guards didn’t think twice about it. There was a private doctor inside the castle, so they hurried off to call for help. Li Wenhou wasn’t foolish; although he was in excruciating pain now, he knew that Jiang Chen was behind this mischief. However, with his tongue injured and unable to speak, he could only glare at Jiang Chen with fury.
"Let's go in," Jiang Chen said.
Jiang Chen wanted to hide his strength and live as an ordinary person for a few days. However, in this world, there were too many people who looked down on others. He didn't want to stir up trouble, but some individuals always seemed to rush headlong into danger. Li Wenhou was one such example. Jiang Chen could tolerate him once or twice, but there would definitely not be a third time. A fly buzzing around would only be silenced when it was swatted away.
"Go in? But we don't have an invitation. Without Li Wenhou to lead the way, we can't get in," Ni Xingyi exclaimed, frightened. She had never witnessed such a scene before. Li Wenhou, seemingly fine, had actually bitten off his own tongue—it was terrifying. She was so shocked that her face turned pale, and her mind went blank.
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