Chapter 67: Okot's Provocation

Okot had a good physique, standing tall at around six feet, wearing a suit and evening dress. He couldn't be called handsome, but he had a dignified appearance. The only drawback was that he was blind in one eye, wearing an eyepatch over his left eye. Also, his hair was curly.

It wasn't that Feld had anything against curly hair, but for some reason, most of the people with curly hair he encountered before his reincarnation were his enemies. This was before he was reincarnated.

So, he used to joke that he was the curly hair killer among his old teammates.

It seemed like nothing had changed in this regard.

Feld sighed inwardly.

At that moment, a voice sounded.

"Are you Feld?"

Feld turned to see Mansa standing beside him, holding a tall glass in her hand.

Upon seeing Feld's gaze, she arrogantly lifted her chin and adjusted her dress.

"I am. And this beautiful lady must be Her Highness Mansa," Feld said with a slight smile, raising his glass.

"Her Highness?" Mansa's eyes lit up, a hint of confusion in her voice.

"Oh, sorry. I subconsciously thought you were a princess... After all, many princesses don't have your grace and beauty," Feld said apologetically.

Mansa burst into laughter, completely unaware that the humorous and somewhat roguishly handsome man in front of her was the culprit who had almost killed her a few days ago.

Feld was also somewhat surprised. Why did this guy come to him on his own? Did he give up on his grudge?

Of course, Feld didn't show it. Instead, he maintained a gentlemanly demeanor. Although his attire was casual, his demeanor continuously attracted Mansa.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have come over.

In fact, Mansa preferred men who were tall, sturdy, and not bulky, which was why she appeared here. Especially after Feld showed his humor, her gaze towards him became different, with a hint of inexplicable meaning.

Feld could also see Mansa's subtle intentions towards him. He sneered inwardly. This guy played pretty fast; he dared to come and strike up a conversation with him when he was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

"I heard you wiped out the Sea Serpent Gang," Mansa said.

"Even the princess of Haidu knows about it? I am truly honored!" Feld chuckled.

"Hehehe, you have a way with words," Mansa laughed, covering her mouth.

Although she couldn't be called the princess of Haidu, there were still many more beautiful than her in Haidu. But at the moment, she was very happy to hear that, and she became more fond of Feld. She even raised the glass in her hand.

Feld understood and lightly tapped her glass with the entire bottle of wine he was holding.

"I only speak this way to beautiful ladies," Feld said like a gentleman.

Oh, no, he was indeed a gentleman. He was a mercenary gentleman.

"But those were just rumors I heard. I'd like to hear how you did it," Mansa leaned in, her warm breath blowing on Feld's face, teasingly evident.

"Is that so? I'd be happy to," Feld smiled, trying to suppress his laughter. It was really uncomfortable to suppress laughter, let alone smile while doing it. It would be easy to burst out laughing at any moment.

Seeing Feld agree, Mansa's eyes were full of joy. She was about to boldly take Feld's hand and lead this strong man to her little garden for some indescribable activities.

Forget about this eighteen or nineteen-year-old little girl; even Evelyn and Holly had been swayed by him. It could be said that dealing with this kind of girl, who didn't understand anything and only wanted to play, didn't even require Feld to use his brain. He could handle it at any time.

But Feld didn't want anything to happen with her. Since coming to this world, he had remained chaste, preserving his precious first time. He would give it to Veena, or Hilda, or Chi Chi, or Mentor Holly, or even the beautiful landlady Evelyn?

Anyway, he couldn't give it to this scum.

So, at this moment, Feld was thinking about how to refuse her advances.

But before he could think of anything, someone rejected her on his behalf.

"Mansa."

A voice came, and Mansa frowned, retracting her hand.

Following the sound, Feld saw Zakari walking towards him with a wine glass, followed by Feld's target, Okot. However, Feld noticed that Okot was staring at him. He could keenly sense the hostility emanating from Okot.

Hostility? They had only just met, so why the hostility? It's not like Rog didn't have anything better to do than to go around saying he was going after Okot. Only a fool would try that.

So, Feld quickly understood—it was because of Mansa. This guy probably had his eyes on Mansa, or Mansa had already played with him, and then seeing Mansa flirting with Feld made him push Feld aside.

At that moment, Feld really wanted to give Mansa a big compliment. Not only did she come to him herself, but she also brought his target along. How convenient! He had misunderstood her; she wasn't a scumbag, she was a terrible teammate.

"Is this Mr. Feld? I've heard about your exploits," Zakari said as he approached Feld, smiling.

"Baron Zakari—Rosanna was right. You truly are a gentleman who can recognize people from a distance," Feld replied with a smile.

Zakari immediately showed a pleased smile. "You flatter me."

Who was Rosanna? He didn't know. Feld didn't know either; it was just something he made up on the spot. But most men wouldn't refuse compliments, especially when they came from another man. It sounded even more prestigious.

Of course, Zakari didn't catch Feld's sarcastic tone; instead, he engaged in a friendly chat with him. It was just superficial talk with mutual flattery. In no time, Zakari found an excuse to go entertain other famous mercenaries and bounty hunters.

It was just a social formality. Feld estimated that Zakari noticed him, probably at Okot's behest—Okot noticed Mansa flirting with Feld and couldn't sit still.

As Feld guessed, Zakari left, but Okot stayed behind, using the excuse of protecting Mansa's safety. Zakari agreed, but Mansa wasn't happy. She didn't show it in front of Feld because she was now a lady and couldn't lose her temper.

After Zakari left, Okot immediately revealed his true colors.

"Kid, what's your intention in getting close to Mansa?" Okot looked at Feld with hostility, blatantly labeling him.

Feld didn't respond, just smiling at him, knowing someone would speak up for him.

As expected, Mansa immediately spoke up in displeasure. "Okot, are you out of your mind?"

"Miss Mansa, as the guard your father hired, I must ensure your safety," Okot softened his tone when facing Mansa.

While pacifying Mansa, he also belittled Feld. "This kid just arrived in Haidu not long ago. Who knows what his background is? Maybe he's the one who kidnapped you..."

Feld couldn't help but laugh even more happily.

You fucking guessed it right!

And just at the mention of this, Mansa became even angrier. It was her lingering fear and pain. Mentioning it in front of her patron was like slapping her in the face.

"Okot, get lost! I don't want to see you!" Mansa grabbed Feld's hand and pulled him in a direction, saying, "Let's go. Let's ignore this annoying guy!"

Feld immediately put on an innocent look and followed Mansa. When Mansa wasn't paying attention, he turned his head and grinned provocatively at Okot, his face full of challenge.

Okot couldn't hold back anymore. His forehead veins bulged, and he even crushed the glass in his hand.

Tempting his woman in front of him, he couldn't stand it!

Even if it was actually Mansa flirting with Feld, he didn't care about that when he was angry. He gritted his teeth and said slowly, "You! Are! Dead!"

That was clearly directed at Feld.

So, Feld just stood there.

Mansa didn't pull him, but because he suddenly stopped, she stumbled.

Turning back, she saw Feld grinning at Okot.

"Are you threatening me?" Feld said to Okot.

"No," Okot stared into his eyes, his murderous intent unabashed, "I'm telling you a fact!"

"Dare to snatch my woman, and I'll show you how many ways there are to die!"

"Hehehe," Feld laughed.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

He was going to kill Okot now!

"Okot, are you crazy?!" Mansa was furious, gritting her teeth as she pointed at Okot's nose and cursed. And the more she cursed, the colder Okot's eyes became when looking at Feld.

Due to the commotion here, everyone's attention was drawn, even Baron Zakari glanced over.

Feld twisted his neck, shook off Mansa's hand, and walked straight to Okot, locking eyes with him.

"You dare touch me?" Feld grinned arrogantly, unabashedly cocky.

Okot's chest heaved violently. "You better not step out of this estate, or else..."

"Or else what?" Feld's face was full of mockery. "Coward, if you've got guts, do it now."

Okot was seething with anger. If it weren't for this being Baron Zakari's territory, he would have killed someone on the spot. But he kept his composure because there was a secret Silver-tier powerhouse here. He couldn't act here; otherwise, it would be a slap in Zakari's face.

However, just because he didn't dare didn't mean Feld wouldn't. With the unexpected arrival of Xiaotian'e, his schedule was tight. He was struggling to manage his time between different tasks. But now, he didn't need to worry.

Just do it!

"If you won't do it, then I will." Feld's innocent smile turned ferocious, and his large hand slapped directly onto Okot's face.

Okot didn't expect Feld to actually strike here. He didn't react in time and was pressed down to the ground by Feld.

Boom! A loud noise shook the ground, and everyone looked over to see Okot grabbing Feld's hand, but his upper body was pressed firmly into the ground by Feld, causing the ground to sink slightly.

Okot, a Platinum Seven Stars, found that his strength was no match for the guy in front of him. He couldn't pry open his hand!

So, he activated the ring in his hand, and a serrated cleaver appeared, aiming straight for Feld's head.

But it was blocked by Feld's other hand.

"I hate it when someone threatens me," Feld said, grabbing Okot's head and throwing it down forcefully.

Okot turned into a flying projectile, smashing through the estate's wall and crashing into the river outside.

"Stop!" Baron Zakari shouted hastily.

But before Feld could speak, there was a violent splash in the river, and a blue blade of light flew straight at Feld.

Feld dodged to the side, and the blade flew into the garden behind him, cutting the neatly trimmed greenery in half.

"As you can see, I didn't want to continue," Feld smiled at Baron Zakari, then strode confidently towards the hole in the wall.

"And besides, I have a grudge with this guy. Please allow me to take revenge."

A grudge?

Where did the grudge come from?

Feld said this just to distance himself from the situation. But not for his own sake, but for the Wolf King Rog.

Anyway, Rog's demand was to kill Okot but not to involve the Wild Wolf Gang. So, Feld decided to take the blame himself. The result would be the same.

If Okot hadn't provoked or threatened him here, Feld would have kept him until tomorrow. But now—Feld was going to kill him on the spot!

That's Feld's dominance!

If he has a grudge, he'll settle it on the spot; he won't wait until tomorrow.

As for Baron Zakari's secret Silver-tier archer.

Hah, when the cards are on the table, what's a secret Silver-tier archer? If he gets close, Feld can still beat him to death!