Is He From A Rich Family or Something...

"We're fucked," Xian said as he gazed at the total price of the food they had consumed.

"What's wrong?" Karsha, having heard Xian's first sentence, asked, noticing something amiss by the look on Xian's face. The usual cheerful expression had been replaced by a grave one.

"We're about 999 Spirit Stones short," Xian replied. "The total cost of the food we ate is 1000 Spirit Stones, and I only have 1 Spirit Stone," he added, looking as pale as a ghost.

"We're definitely in trouble," Karsha cursed.

"Indeed, you are in trouble," a voice interjected, prompting Karsha, Xian, and nearly everyone else to turn in the direction of the speaker.

"Isn't that the heir of the Varon Great Family?" one of the patrons whispered as they observed the young man with brown hair approaching Karsha's table. Following him was the boy who had attacked Karsha earlier, and strangely, trailing behind them was Fairy Mei herself, looking surprised upon seeing Karsha standing with Xian and glancing in their direction. 'Please be polite,' was the only thought running through her mind.

Karsha, however, remained emotionless when he saw her. Instead, he focused on the young man who gave him an impending sense of danger. 'He is strong,' Karsha thought inwardly.

"Young Master Vance," Xian said, addressing the young man who had been eyeing Karsha since he emerged from the private room. "Xian, it seems you and your friend here have found yourselves in a sticky situation," Vance remarked with an evil smirk.

"Not really, we were just finishing up here," Karsha interjected, not giving Vance the opportunity to toy with Xian, who appeared as though the weight of the world was about to crush him.

"And who are you again?" Vance asked. "I don't recall ever mentioning my name," Karsha replied, dismissing the reactions of the onlookers.

Had he bothered to observe their expressions, he would have noticed looks of caution and advice such as 'Tread carefully, young man' or 'Be polite and answer his questions like an obedient child.' However, Karsha chose not to heed any of them. He proceeded in the direction of arrogance without hesitation.

"You've got some guts on you, boy," Vance said, letting his killing intent slip.

"Tsk, why the hostility?" Karsha chuckled as he noticed Vance's shift to a hostile demeanor. "We're all friends here; why resort to violence? From where I'm from, you introduce yourself first before asking for someone else's name. It's a sign of respect."

Gasps escaped the lips of everyone watching. Xian, hiding behind Karsha, kept tugging on his robe to stop, but Karsha paid no attention. He didn't know why, but he felt a deep-seated animosity toward the young man. He couldn't understand why, but he was determined to deny him the satisfaction he sought.

"You've got some guts, boy. Do you know who I am? Do you know which family I'm from? Do you have any idea who..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk," Karsha interrupted, raising his index finger as a sign for Vance to stop. "Let me guess, you're about to use your family name to threaten me. But guess what, I don't give a damn. Look into my eyes, pay close attention to my beautiful blue eyes, and tell me whether they care about who you are or the family you are from."

"Honestly, I don't know why you're here. We didn't invite you, so what's your purpose? Are you perhaps a waiter here?" Once again, gasps escaped the mouths of everyone in the restaurant.

"Are you courting death? Do you know who you're messing with?" a lady standing behind Vance spoke, showing clear disdain toward Karsha.

"And who are you?" Karsha didn't even bother looking at her when he asked. This action only fueled young Master Vance's anger further.

"Who am I, huh? Are you from under a rock or something?" the young lady retorted. "Enlighten me, since you seem so keen on me knowing your name," Karsha said with a sly smile.

"You're in serious trouble, boy. If I were you, I'd start begging for forgiveness before this escalates any further," one of the customers in the restaurant said, feeling pity for Karsha, who seemed to be provoking some very powerful individuals.

"I don't see where I'm in the wrong here. We didn't ask them to come here. They came on their own, so forgive me if I don't have any respect for them. They could have minded their own business and left us alone. But because of their arrogance, they decided to come and cause us trouble. Where I'm from, you respect those who respect themselves."

"You've just dug your own grave, kid. The young man you are disrespecting is the heir of the Varon Great family, and the lady is also the heiress of the Uzi Great Family. You've just disrespected perhaps two of the most powerful people in the whole of Drono Kingdom. If I were you, I would start crying," a young man said as he summarized the situation for Karsha.

They all expected to see the same look on Xian's face appear on Karsha's face; however, to their surprise, he just started laughing. "I don't know why I should be the one apologizing. They were the ones that came to our table and started flaunting their titles. I will not apologize, and neither will my friend." Karsha said. He then turned toward Xian, "Can I see what spirit stone looks like?" he asked, snapping the pitiful guy from his fear.

With shaky hands, Xian retrieved a pentagon-shaped stone—or perhaps a crystal—that radiated faint mixtures of light. He handed it to Karsha, who admired it for a moment, turning his back to the two heirs fuming with anger. 'So that's what these things are,' Karsha thought inwardly, a small smile escaping his lips.

He handed the spirit stone back to Xian before turning to face the two heirs. "I know you were the cause of this," Karsha said. "You told the waiters to present us with the most expensive menu, hoping we wouldn't be able to pay, so you could use our misfortune to antagonize us. Well, I have to be the bearer of bad news: my aunt left me some wealth before departing this world. God rest her soul," he added, making a prayer sign and looking upward, probably showing sarcastic respect.

"As I was saying, she left me with some wealth. I'm sorry to disappoint you, heirs, but you won't be getting the last laugh today." Karsha then gestured for the waiter who had brought the bill to come closer. He retrieved 1000 spirit stones from his space ring and handed them to the waiter. "I guess this will cover our food."

Vance's demeanor shifted when Karsha gave the spirit stones to the waiter. 'Is he from a rich family or something?' he wondered inwardly, only to discard the thought after Karsha's next sentence.

"I am not from any rich family, and after seeing how these two conducted themselves today, I wouldn't want to be associated with any great family. They've lowered my respect for them."

After saying that, Karsha took Xian's hand and started moving toward the door.

"Stop right there, brat; where do you think you're going?" Vance shouted. Karsha sensed the danger and immediately pushed Xian away, sidestepping just in time to avoid a sword that nicked his cheek, drawing a few drops of blood.

"We're not done here," Vance said, charging at Karsha again. Karsha smirked before disappearing into Fairy Mei's shadow, leaving the Varon heir's sword embedded in the door frame.

However, he underestimated the depth of Vance's anger. Instead of pursuing Karsha, Vance turned toward Xian, who was regaining his composure after Karsha's push.

"No, you don't," Karsha said, drawing his sword and blinking away just as Vance charged at Xian. Instead of appearing beside Xian, Karsha appeared behind the young man who had attacked him earlier at the sect. He placed his sword against the boy's throat and, in a cold voice that sent shivers down everyone's spine, spoke, "If a single hair drops from his head, I won't hesitate to slit his throat."

Vance stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on his brother, who was frozen with a sword at his throat. "You wouldn't," he said.

"Try me," Karsha replied, his tone remaining cold. The entire restaurant fell silent. No one dared to make a sound. They never imagined the situation would escalate to this level.

"Hahaha, what a brave kid. You sure have some guts to go against not one but two heirs from powerful families," a voice spoke from within one of the private rooms. A few seconds later, a man around forty years old walked out. As soon as everyone saw him, they lowered their heads in respect.

"I am Hugh Varon, father of these two. Tell me, young man, what is your name?" the man introduced himself. Karsha arched an eyebrow before replying, "I am Karsha Damon, an Inner Area disciple of the Sunlight Sword Sect."

"Well, Karsha, don't you think it would be best if you let go of my child? He doesn't seem to be handling the sword-to-the-throat situation very well," Hugh said, glancing at his son, who had clearly wet his pants.

"I promise they won't come after you and your friend again," he added, noticing the skepticism on Karsha's face.

"Okay-dokey. I will take you at your word. Next time won't be this peaceful," Karsha added, issuing a subtle threat before letting go of the boy.

Without wasting any time, he took hold of Xian's hand and activated Red Eye Tiger, instantly vanishing from the restaurant. 'That kid has some guts. I have to investigate his origin,' Hugh thought before looking at his two sons with disappointment written all over his face.