Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Oh dear, this is really something," Xie Lian muttered as his hand unconsciously moved towards his back. Although as a Sequence 4, he had some ability to resist bullets, it wasn't absolutely safe.

Surrounded by these armed men in red and black jackets, Yalian stepped forward slowly, thinking about how to defuse the situation and then make a getaway. Tilan, standing slightly behind, adjusted the brim of his hat, while Efnie frowned, seemingly disliking this kind of overt and arrogant way of greeting—moreover, just looking at the man opposite them with his full beard, he seemed to be in his thirties or forties, probably about the same age as her father.

"Sorry, I refuse," Efnie stated. She wasn't the kind of girl who got easily intimidated by such a display—she had even seen more outrageous scenes among the wealthy.

"Ah, so you're just going to refuse, huh?" The man opposite her still appeared confident.

"Come on, someone introduce my identity to this lady." Soon after, the man who had flirted with her earlier stepped forward.

Clearing his throat twice, he then began to introduce.

"Ahem, my beautiful young lady, do you know this handsome man beside me? He is the second heir to 'Furnace Iron Energy' and the future ruler of Lebyon. He has countless followers, the will of a thousand steels, and is the man who has been steadily climbing to the pinnacle of the Clouds and Ocean. He concluded his introduction and then started clapping, but the applause seemed a bit lonely, as the surrounding armed men in red and black didn't really join in.

"Alright, alright, we should still be humble," he said, waving his hand to dismiss his underling, then approaching the group.

Just when everyone thought he would do something extraordinary and started to become cautious, the man suddenly came to a stop, flipped his wrist, revealing a little box hidden in his sleeve.

Opening the red box, it revealed a dark red gem which emitted a faint glow. Then, little red branches began to grow from it, resembling a miniature tree. The branches extended and eventually formed a ring surrounded by golden leaves that hung precariously, yet sparkling brightly.

"For you, its color is as beautiful as your long hair, like the flowing golden light of dawn." Even if he wasn't handsome, this sentence was quite poetic—it was unknown where he had learned it from.

"I don't need it," Efnie said, turning her face away in disgust. She had received countless valuable gifts since she was small and was immune and tired of them.

Seeing that she wasn't being shy or pretentious but genuinely disgusted and indifferent, Maxizha was taken aback, not sure what to do.

In Lebyon, pursuing a girl typically just involved showing off his reputable name. Even somewhat modest girls would be impressed by luxury cars, gorgeous jewelry, and exquisite rings. He had never encountered such a situation before.

To force her? No, no, no. Although 'Furnace Iron Energy' had significant influence, Maxizha still cared about his face and didn't want to be known for coercion—it didn't fit his usual style.

"My beautiful young lady, do you not know the value of this ring? It is—" he started, but was interrupted by Efnie before he could finish.

"It's the 'Aiqinweier' brand's 'Red Gold Leaf' series number a31, a total of 2499 pieces were produced, and 128 were allocated to the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain. The official website initially sold it for 2.88 million Federation Coins, the Hysite family bought 54 for the young women in their family at that time, which made this series a huge hit in the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain. It was later auctioned off for almost 4 million Federation Coins each."

"Am I right?" she said, giving him a sidelong glance that was akin to looking at a country bumpkin. Experience more tales on empire

The look deeply impacted Maxizha, and he began to see this girl in a new light, realizing she was not an ordinary girl.

"Uh, indeed so," he admitted, putting the box away.

The scene took the previously composed armed men in red and black by surprise, their gazes involuntarily drawn to Efnie, further irritating the golden-haired young woman. She was accustomed to being the center of attention but found it difficult to endure such brazen scrutiny of her figure.

A wisp of anger ignited the magic power at her side, with a flame gathering in the palm of her hand. The heat condensed, and despite the fireball being only the size of a fist, it gave off the sensation of standing in the midst of a roaring blaze, waves of heat enveloping the area.

"Stop, stop, stop, my friend, my guest, please extinguish the flame immediately," an agitated gas station attendant pleaded, fearing that anything ignited at that moment could cause an explosion—they were not in short supply of fuel here, and an explosion would leave no survivors.

The fire's magic power alarmed everyone present. Although not fully unleashed, it was evident that its potential was no small matter.

This girl was no ordinary person—a thought that emerged in the minds of everyone present. And Maxizha shifted from his previous frivolity and playfulness to a more formal demeanor.

"It seems I have neglected a distinguished guest, indeed a punishment is in order," he said, bowing in apology, then waved his hand.

"Come, give each of them a hundred rifle butt strikes." Finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and the three who had been looking to curry favor through flattery were dumbfounded. How was it that he was apologizing, yet they were the ones to suffer?

However, the current situation wouldn't change because of what they thought. The armed men in red and black chuckled and pressed the three against the wall, then three members took their rifle butts and started beating their buttocks, accompanied by occasional howls of pain.