Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress Chapter 912 - I Repeat, Put the Gun Down

Chapter 912: I Repeat, Put the Gun Down
Wen Xinya glanced in the direction of the commotion and she could hear the ruckus which contained a mix of scoldings, yelling, shouting and barking. The culprit of the commotion then appeared in the passageway.
Wen Xinya squinted to see that it was actually Anatoli whom she had met on the cruise ship during the auction previously!
That pretty yet despicable and cunning man!
Si Yiyan ended up teaching him a lesson for insulting her.
Despite the fact that three years had passed, he still did not seem to have aged and was still as exquisite and beautiful as before. It was as if there were no changes at all, apart from the menacing smirk on his lips.
At this moment, there was a child beside him, who seemed to be about eight or nine years old. He was standing stark naked with red welts all over his body. Wen Xinya could not help but shudder as her heart skipped a beat.
Si Yiyan whispered into her ear, “Did you see that tattoo on the boy’s body?”
Wen Xinya glanced at the boy and finally caught sight of the snake tattoo on his back. Although the snake resembled the symbol of the Moville Family, it did not have any wings or scales. Hence, it was a different species!
Does a snake tattoo warrant such treatment?
Wen Xinya could not believe it at all!
Previously, she had also noticed a man being dragged out of the venue after getting shot to death. Clearly, they did not want to disrupt the banquet. Yet… this boy was brought to the banquet hall after being abused. What did this mean?
Wen Xinya glanced at Si Yiyan and felt a sudden sense of enlightenment!
Duke Moville is just trying to use that kid as a warning to others.
The kid didn’t do anything wrong and the tattoo on his body is not his fault either. The only problem is that he is Chinese!
The same race as Si Yiyan!
A commotion arose in the banquet hall and people spoke in different languages, including English, Russian and several others. However, Wen Xinya could tell that they were actually excited and agitated.
Her hands began to tremble.
Si Yiyan said softly, “Russia is not like China. Chinese are taught to be kind, gracious and benevolent since a young age. Hence, bloodshed during major events is seen as inauspicious.”
Wen Xinya remained silent and pressed her lips tightly together before shuddering.
Si Yiyan held her hand and continued, “However, Russia is a country of war and hence, bloodshed is not taboo to Russians. In ancient Europe, some nations would use blood as an offering during important events, so as to assert their family’s dominance.”
Wen Xinya’s throat turned a little dry and she gibed. “So this helpless Chinese boy has become a sacrificial object for them to assert their dominance? They’re just bullying the weak and the young.”
In China, one would get berated and mocked for bullying the weak and vulnerable whom the Chinese would give sympathy to. Hence… the Chinese were the most united race in the world, though not the strongest. The Chinese were the ones who could tide through thick and thin with the nation.
That was the reason why they could achieve such rapid progress and evolve from a poor nation where all citizens lived in poverty and famine to a successful one.
Extremely infuriated, Wen Xinya said, “There are so many terrorists in the world and yet, all they care about is living in luxury. They bully the weak and vulnerable just to prove that they’re strong?”
Knowing that she was upset, Si Yiyan held her hand and said with pursed lips, “I’ll call Yueze.”
Wen Xinya nodded and glanced at the passageway to see that there was a large crowd surrounding the boy. She found their roars of excitement to be particularly ear-piercing.
Anatoli pressed a finger against the boy’s forehead.
Wen Xinya’s pupils constricted and she stood up without hesitation. She then strutted towards them as the sounds of her heels clicking against the ground gave her a formidable aura.
“Don’t move!” Wen Xinya exclaimed in a clear, menacing and stern voice. She then held Athena against Anatoli’s forehead.
Wen Xinya’s actions gave everyone a huge shock!
They gasped loudly and their jaws dropped.
Duke Moville and Si Yiyan paused in their actions, after which Duke Moville waved and gestured for the soldiers in the banquet hall to aim their long rifles at Wen Xinya.
Si Yiyan swirled the glass of liquor in his hand calmly, remaining completely unfazed. At the same time, more than twenty gunmen aimed their guns at the heads of the guards.
No one knew how those gunmen appeared and got into such close proximity to the soldiers and guards.
They all held their guns up silently and did not make any other actions apart from aiming it at their temples.
Duke Moville turned pale in fear. He had no idea if his head or his chest would be the next target of the gunmen.
Anatoli paused in his actions but still did not remove the gun from the boy’s forehead. He whistled at Wen Xinya and quipped. “Long time no see, beautiful lady!”
Wen Xinya sneered. “Thanks to you I’m doing well, but… Mr. Anatoli, have your wounds healed over the years? It’s better if there are no other ailments.”
Wen Xinya’s words reminded Anatoli of some terrible memories, causing the smile on his face to twist into a hideous grimace. “I didn’t expect that you’d still recognize me, beautiful lady. It’s such a great honor to have your concern as well!”
Wen Xinya grinned and exclaimed, “Put the gun down!”
Obviously not going to put the gun down easily, Anatoli said, “Beautiful lady, you really love cracking jokes, huh? This person here has challenged the Duke Moville’s authority and I’m just trying to teach him a lesson on behalf of Duke Moville. Are you sure you want to intervene? Have you thought about this clearly? This is Russia, not China. This is not Rex’s territory, either. This place belongs to Duke Moville.”
He was indirectly implying that Wen Xinya had crossed the line and wanted to remind her to know her place.
Wen Xinya’s lips formed a beautiful curvature and she warned. “I repeat, put down the gun. I don’t have good patience, and once I lose it, I’ll become irascible and angst. When I’m frustrated, my hands will grow unsteady and I might just aim wrongly, pull the trigger and kill someone. Things won’t be nice if that happens. Don’t you… think so?”
Wen Xinya would never allow herself to be threatened. Even if she didn’t stand up for the boy, Si Yiyan would do so. Si Yiyan was not to be trifled with and would definitely not allow Duke Moville to embarrass him.
However, things would be different if Si Yiyan were to intervene.
Once he did, he would get into a conflict with the Moville Family, whereas… it would be much less serious if Wen Xinya were to be the one to do it because her actions were considered reasonable in the sense that she had taken sympathy on the boy and acted rashly because she could not accept the treatment that was he subjected to.