“Master White is right,” Carter’s eyes brightened, nodding in agreement.
“Let’s go,” Rodney said, preparing to stand up. However, in the next moment, his expression changed. It seemed like there was some kind of suction force on the chair, preventing him from getting up at all.
Rodney tried to stand by pushing against the ground, exerting force on his waist, and lifting his hips, but he couldn’t budge.
“Master White, what’s happening?” Carter and the earring-wearing youth were puzzled, observing Rodney’s strange movements.
“I can’t get up,” Rodney’s face became extremely unpleasant. No matter how hard he pushed against the ground, exerted force on his waist, and lifted his hips, he remained stuck.
“Can’t get up?” Carter and the earring-wearing youth exchanged glances, simultaneously stupefied. How could Master White, of all people, be unable to stand up?
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and pull me up,” Rodney angrily shouted, seeing the two of them hesitating.
Carter and the earring-wearing youth nodded, each grabbing one of Rodney’s arms and exerting force.
However, even with their combined effort, Rodney’s hips seemed welded to the chair, refusing to budge.
Red-faced, they exerted even more force, resulting in a sudden “bang!”
Rather than lifting Rodney, they ended up on the ground themselves.
Seeing this, two more bodyguards rushed forward, also trying to pull Rodney up. But the outcome was the same. Despite their efforts, Rodney remained firmly seated in the chair.
This spectacle drew the attention of many onlookers, and their gazes became increasingly complex. Were these adults playing games in the airport waiting area?
Not far from Rodney and his failed attempts, a young mother was holding her three or four-year-old daughter, watching the scene.
“Mommy, are those uncles playing the radish-pulling game?” the adorable little girl, with two braids, asked in a sweet voice.
Hearing the innocent question, the nearby people burst into laughter.
“Mommy, I can sing this song too. Radish-pulling, radish-pulling, hey-yo, hey-yo, can’t pull the radish, hey-yo, hey-yo…”
Excited by the laughter, the little girl clapped her hands and sang a nursery rhyme.
Hearing the child’s song, Rodney, still seated in the chair, nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Damn it, he had never been so embarrassed in his life.
“Hateful! That bastard must have played a trick. He must have applied super glue on the chair.” Carter stood up from the ground, furious, and scanned the crowd for Leo.
Leo and Madame Godwin were in line to enter the boarding gate.
Madame Godwin noticed the situation with Rodney and suppressed a smile. She asked Leo, “Did you do this?”
Leo nodded.
Madame Godwin gave him a thumbs-up.
Carter, with an angry expression and clenched fists, was about to go settle the score with Leo.
“Carter, don’t go.” The old man in a Chinese suit, who had not spoken before, frowned and spoke slowly.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Robins?” Carter stopped and looked towards the old man.
Mr. Robins was hired by Rodney’s father, who spent a considerable amount to ensure Rodney’s protection. Sometimes, even Rodney had to listen to his words.
“You two useless fools, use more force!” Rodney angrily commanded.
More people gathered to watch, some even taking pictures with their phones. Rodney wished he could find a hole to hide in.
The two bodyguards panted heavily, exerting all their strength. The chairs, tightly arranged, shook incessantly, yet Rodney’s buttocks remained firmly attached to the seat.
“You two step aside; let me handle this.” Mr. Robins’ expression darkened as he addressed the breathless bodyguards.
The two bodyguards heaved sighs of relief, seeming to be granted reprieve as they slumped to the side. Mr. Robins, a martial artist of an advanced level, placed his palms on Rodney’s waist, shrouding him in internal energy.
“Get up!” Mr. Robins yelled coldly, grabbing Rodney’s waist and lifting with force.
With the formidable strength of a martial artist bolstered by internal energy, a crisp tearing sound echoed in the hall. Rodney finally separated from the chair, but his pants revealed a large hole in the back, exposing much of his buttocks and bright red underwear.
Witnessing this scene, the onlookers were once again stunned, erupting into uncontrollable laughter.
“Hahaha…”
“This guy is so tacky, wearing red underwear…”
“Quick, discreetly take a picture; this is truly a rare sight…”
“Mom, look! That uncle is wearing underwear the same color as mine.”
In the crowd, a little girl clapped her hands excitedly, proud to share the same color of underwear with someone else.
Rodney’s face turned crimson.
“Damn it!” Rodney gritted his teeth, veins popping on his forehead. He had never experienced such humiliation.
Seeing his distress, the bodyguards quickly removed their jackets and draped a black suit jacket over Rodney’s exposed buttocks.
“Mr. Robins, please assist; strip that guy’s pants off for me!” Rodney, full of resentment, directed his request to Mr. Robins.
Mr. Robins’ gaze tightened, casting a glance in Leo’s direction and slowly shaking his head.
“Why, Mr. Robins?” Rodney immediately demanded an explanation.
Rodney was well aware of Mr. Robins’ capabilities, so his puzzlement grew when faced with Mr. Robins’ unexpected reaction.
“Young Master, that man is not simple; he’s dangerous.” Mr. Robins pondered for a moment before speaking.
“Dangerous? Are you saying… he’s a martial artist!?” Rodney raised an eyebrow, surprised.
“Most likely, but I couldn’t sense any fluctuations in internal energy on him. Perhaps he has mastered an advanced technique to conceal his energy.” Mr. Robins continued, “There’s another possibility: his strength surpasses mine by far, making it impossible for me to perceive.”
Mr. Robins wore a serious expression on his face.
“No, even if that guy is a martial artist, judging by his age, he’s probably just a beginner. Mr. Robins, with a snap of your fingers, you could crush him.” Rodney, embarrassed and furious, refused to let go of the situation.
“Young Master, he’s definitely not a novice. I can guarantee that,” Mr. Robins affirmed with certainty.
Leo’s sense of danger was too clear; there was no way he could be a mere beginner in martial arts.
Mr. Robins continued, cautioning, “I advise you to find out more about him before dealing with him. Otherwise, it might bring significant trouble to you and your family.”
Rodney’s heart sank at Mr. Robins’ words.
The capital once boasted many prominent families. However, today, many of these families had disappeared into the dust of history, often due to crossing paths with the wrong people and forces.