Chapter 1704: Chapter 740: The ‘Unseeable’ Person

Gurgle!

As the knocking sound echoed, Lin Baici’s stomach growled, a surge of hunger erupting suddenly, making Lin Baici’s stomach almost cramp!

It was the kind of hunger that lingered even after half a month of eating only vegetarian food, prompting Lin Baici to desperately yearn to find a buffet restaurant to indulge himself.

Lin Baici knew that Suke’s uncle had arrived, and judging by the intensity of the hunger, it wasn’t just one top-tier Divine Prohibition on the other person.

In the office, no one except Lin Baici noticed the crowd outside the corridor watching, noisy at first, but suddenly quieted down as the polite yet rhythmic knocking sound began.

Even the people inside the office stopped talking.

“Uncle!”

Suke was delighted, his great support had arrived, and even the Nine Provinces Dragon Wing couldn’t mess with him now!

“Go open the door!”

Director Liu’s words barely fell when the door, locked by the head of security, creaked open on its own.

“Eh?”

The head of security was dumbfounded, did I not lock the door?

But soon, he couldn’t worry about that minor issue as upon seeing the man standing outside, for reasons unknown, a wave of nervousness and fear burgeoned in his chest, prompting him to quickly lower his eyes.

Everyone else did the same, bowing their heads.

They felt as if they had returned to their childhood, facing the mental duress from stern parents and dignified teachers as a result of poor final exams.

This was a person ‘not to be looked at directly.’

Anyone who saw him would bow their humble heads.

Except for Lin Baici.

He was somewhat surprised.

So this man was the Duke of Feyman!

Lin Baici, always meticulous and prudent, would first observe the surroundings whenever he arrived somewhere, and he remembered at Nangong Shu’s bar, this gentleman in a suit drinking alone while reading a newspaper at a booth.

In this era, where everyone has a phone, newspaper readers are rare, yet this man insists on maintaining the habit, coupled with his attire, like someone from the Victorian Industrial Revolution era.

Black trousers below, paired with a white shirt, waistcoat above, a gold chain visible in the pocket on his chest.

Lin Baici recognized it as a piece of classical pocket watch from TV shows.

The Duke of Feyman’s suit jacket was meticulously folded, draped over his left forearm, while his left hand held a mahogany cane.

He wore a pair of round glasses, with a bronze frame, looking extremely vintage, and as if that wasn’t enough, topped with a hat.

With this outfit, he could act in a Victorian-era costume drama in England without makeup.

If it were a regular person dressed like this, Lin Baici might think the person was an actor, or cosplaying for an event, but for this man, it could only be described as quirky.

[A guy who’s lived a long time, nostalgic for the old era, unable to accept new things!]

[If he were a regular person, he’d be mocked, but a strong figure changes others’ aesthetics!]

Eater God commented.

Indeed, despite the unconventional attire, as the Duke of Feyman passed by, no one dared gossip, all lowered their heads.

“Uncle!”

Suke shouted while standing up.

Feeling embarrassed to be seen kneeling before a yellow-skinned monkey by his uncle.

Lin Baici raised his foot, kicked Suke’s shin.

Bang!

Suke’s right leg bent backward, losing balance, thudding back onto his knees.

“Did I tell you to get up?”

Lin Baici reprimanded, “Stay kneeling!”

“…”

Suke’s mouth gaped in shock, his face instantly filled with disbelief.

FUCK YOU!

My uncle has arrived, yet you still hit me?

Where’s your courage coming from?

Lin Baici disdainfully glanced at Suke’s foolish expression, slapping with his hand instantly.

Slap!

Suke’s face tilted to the side!

Good!

Now it’s out of sight.

Lin Baici felt comfortable.

“Are you from Jiuzhou?”

Suke chuckled in anger, “Jiuzhou has an old saying, ‘Don’t hit the face, even a dog is shielded by its master,’ yet you dare hit me in front of my uncle…

“Did you not inquire from your companions on the phone earlier about the significance of the title Duke of Feyman?”

You’re dead!

This yellow-skinned monkey is dead!

He’s smug for hitting me but humiliated my uncle.

You must know, my uncle isn’t someone with a good temper.

Lin Baici’s response was simple, another swing, a slap landed on Suke’s face.

Slap!

“You’re talking too much crap!”

Judging from the sound, a good face indeed!

“FUCK YOU!”

Suke grumbled, clashing with a rash fellow.

The Duke of Feyman showed no sign of anger, calmly approached Lin Baici and removed his hat, extending a hand, “Hello, I am Duke Feyman!”

This gentleman spoke Jiuzhou’s language fluently.

Lin Baici grasped Duke Feyman’s hand, “Lin Baici, a civilian university student!”

Lin Baici had a rather wide knowledge base, understanding the inclusion of ‘duke’ in Duke Feyman’s introduction wasn’t to flaunt, but rather part of the social etiquette over there.

Furthermore, this duke wasn’t self-titled; it had existed since the medieval times, passed down over generations.

“…”

Suke glanced at Lin Baici’s hand and then at Duke Feyman.

Uncle, what’s going on?

Why not immediately send him to the guillotine?

The hand you’re holding, slapped my face right before you?