The handshake between the two men ended as quickly as it began.
As the saying goes: courtesy before force.
Lu Ding looked at this White Eagle's Angelic Divine Son and said: "My apologies, I've been quite busy these days, working non-stop without a break."
Basic courtesy still needed to be maintained. After all, Lu Ding now represented more than just himself. This meeting with White Eagle's Divine Son, from another perspective, meant they each represented their respective nations. And he was telling the truth - he truly hadn't stopped.
"It's quite alright, Mr. Lu. I understand completely, given you're here on official business."
Everything had its priorities. Compared to releasing the national calamity, their meeting was insignificant. Now that this was clarified, Lu Ding needed to shift his focus.
He turned to look at Wilson, who stood nearby like a mere underling, having tried several times to speak but not daring to interrupt while Louis was conversing with Lu Ding.
"You seem to have some issue with me?"
If not for Louis's earlier words, Wilson would have definitely invoked Louis's authority by now. He'd say something like: "Our Divine Son waited for you so long, and at your mere phone call, he rushed around making arrangements, yet when you arrived, you didn't even bother to meet him. What exactly do you mean by this!!?"
But now, this tiger's skin that Louis refused to let him use would only inexplicably offend Lu Ding. So he could only speak in his own name. But speaking for himself, he didn't have much conflict with Lu Ding. The main reason for the current situation was that he somewhat looked down on Lu Ding, as evident from his earlier statement about confronting Lu Ding head-on.This disdain stemmed from his arrogant nationality. It was like how many people from big cities inexplicably look down on those from smaller places - regardless of whether you have money or they have money, as long as you're not local. Even if they're scrambling for eggs in the supermarket, they'll still curse you as 'filthy outsiders'.
But he also feared Lu Ding's strength. Wilson ran through everything in his mind and found himself at a loss for words. His already pale skin instantly flushed red. He decided to abandon all pretense.
With energy circulating through his body, he provocatively said: "Ching chong Lu, I don't have an issue with you specifically, I just can't stand the sight of you, absolutely..."
RIIIP!!!!
Blood sprayed out like crimson mist spreading across the area. In the blank space between, extreme speed carrying spiritual energy traced a dark red arc like a rising crescent moon hanging high in the sky.
Wilson was split in two by a single kick!!!
One move to end it all, an instant kill. Internal organs scattered everywhere with the blood, life force vanishing instantly. From beginning to end, from life to death, he had no chance to resist at all. Even though he had circulated his energy in advance, he completely failed to perceive the curved motion of Lu Ding's [Moon Arc Kick].
Just like that, he died on the spot.
But now, this tiger's skin that Louis refused to let him use would only inexplicably offend Lu Ding. So he could only speak in his own name. But speaking for himself, he didn't have much conflict with Lu Ding. The main reason for the current situation was that he somewhat looked down on Lu Ding, as evident from his earlier statement about confronting Lu Ding head-on.
But listen to what he said - ching chong? Extreme racial discrimination. In his previous life, this phrase translated to "Qing worm", the Qing from Qing Dynasty. In this lifetime, it translated to "Jing worm", the Jing from Jing Dynasty.
This disdain stemmed from his arrogant nationality. It was like how many people from big cities inexplicably look down on those from smaller places - regardless of whether you have money or they have money, as long as you're not local. Even if they're scrambling for eggs in the supermarket, they'll still curse you as 'filthy outsiders'.
And this son of a bitch even specifically included "Lu" in the insult. At this level, if Lu Ding didn't kill him, he'd be too embarrassed to return to Great Han.
He turned to frown at Louis: "Has he always been this brave?! Doesn't he know I kill people?!"
"Go fuck your mother."
As he spoke, Lu Ding kicked the corpse, sending it exploding into the air, leaving no complete remains.
The current situation was something Louis had never anticipated. He never expected Wilson would say such things. Originally according to his plan, Wilson would at most receive some education. But instead, the man had rushed to seek his own death.
Louis felt helpless. Wilson had ultimately become too inflated, failing to distinguish between being a top-tier genius and being a true monster.
If the Earth Observation realm were an exam paper, then Wilson's hundred points meant he could only score a hundred points. But Lu Ding's hundred points meant the exam paper's upper limit was only a hundred points.
"My apologies, Mr. Lu. This was my failure in discipline. I can understand your anger - anyone would be furious hearing such words. But I still ask you to calm your wrath."
"As a gesture of sincerity and apology for my disciplinary failure, after this Wei Gao matter concludes, I will hold his family accountable."
"And I will report upward that Wilson brought this upon himself by overestimating his position and provoking you. The current outcome is his own doing."
Now, Louis had lost all desire to spar with Lu Ding. It would be too discordant, too disruptive to the atmosphere.
But his attitude indeed made Lu Ding see that Wilson's actions were his personal problem, not something instructed by Louis behind the scenes.
At this point, Lu Ding's sharp gaze softened somewhat. "Then I've caused you trouble."
Louis shook his head: "This is what I should do. You are our guest, and I failed in proper hospitality. Next time, I will prepare a modest banquet at the garrison base, and I must insist both Mr. Lu and Mr. An attend."
"We will schedule according to your availability - just notify me whenever you have free time."
Having reached this point in the conversation, Lu Ding understood he had no more intention to continue staying. "Certainly."
Receiving Lu Ding's verbal agreement, Louis felt satisfied, a gentle smile returning to his face.
But listen to what he said - ching chong? Extreme racial discrimination. In his previous life, this phrase translated to "Qing worm", the Qing from Qing Dynasty. In this lifetime, it translated to "Jing worm", the Jing from Jing Dynasty.
These words made Lu Ding view him with even greater respect. The conflict between Wilson and himself was one matter. The relationship between him and Louis was another matter entirely. Being able to distinguish clearly between them without mixing things up, maintaining a clear and rational attitude from start to finish - this was truly remarkable character.
This was like saying "that word" to Black people. No, it was even worse, because among Black communities, they might jokingly refer to each other using 'that word'. But Great Han people would absolutely never joke with each other by calling someone 'Jing worm'.
Louis raised his hand, gathering the flesh and blood shattered into fragments on the ground, then nodded with a smile: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Watching Louis depart, observing his retreating figure, An Wuyang commented: "Although I've never fought him, someone like this definitely wouldn't be weak."
Lu Ding responded beside him: "Such high praise? Then I'll have to start looking forward to crossing hands with him from now on."
An Wuyang: "......"
He now understood - Lu Ding was being sarcastic toward him. Immediately his mouth corners turned downward as he muttered: "Can we not talk like this? It makes me uncomfortable."
Lu Ding glanced at him, turned and walked away, saying as he went: "Fine. Let's go get you a new phone, a good one that actually rings."
An Wuyang hurried to catch up: "Didn't we just agree not to talk like this?"
Their voices gradually faded into the distance.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
In the secluded meditation chamber of Yunhai 749.
In the dim environment, the Taoist Master's slanted eyes snapped open.
Two golden beams of light shot out crookedly, instantly pulverizing the chamber's sturdy walls.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA SUCCESS!!! THIS TAOIST MASTER HAS SUCCEEDED!!!!!"