The Goddess's Personal Doctor
Chapter 523 A Pile of Garbage

Chapter 523: Chapter 523 A Pile of Garbage

"As far as I know, our family isn’t a member of Angel’s Wings." Leiden said with a solemn face, "They approached my Grandpa, but he rejected them."

"Using my Grandpa’s words, our family has its own glory and pride, and will never follow the orders of others or entrust our fate to someone else."

"Your Grandpa is a man of substance," Yang Yu agreed wholeheartedly with Grandpa Klopus of the Klopus Family, "Joining such an organization might have its benefits, but if those benefits come at the cost of losing your freedom, how can they really be called benefits?"

"Well said." An old man approached, his face filled with appreciation, "Worthy indeed of the young man Leiden admires. Quite extraordinary."

Yang Yu immediately stood up and greeted the old man: "Grandpa Klopus, hello."

"Hello." Grandpa Klopus nodded with a smile, "Actually, you didn’t need to ask Leiden that question. If we had joined Angel’s Wings, how could we appear as destitute as we do today?"

Yang Yu laughed: "Destitute may be an overstatement. In Xia Country, there’s an old saying: ’A starved camel is still bigger than a horse.’"

"Haha," Grandpa Klopus laughed heartily, "You kid, you’re good. Leiden will be trained as the official heir of the family, and I hope you’re willing to keep cooperating with us."

"As long as there’s money to be made and the respect of partners to be gained, I have no reason not to cooperate," said Yang Yu. "Grandpa Klopus, I trust you and Leiden, but I don’t trust everyone in your family. If someone wants to seize power, it’s possible that they might collude with Angel’s Wings..."

"Don’t worry about that, I’ll keep an eye on things," said Grandpa Klopus. "If anyone dares to mess around, they’ll be kicked out of the Klopus Family immediately!"

"With your word, I can rest easy," Yang Yu said with a hint of a smile, "As long as Grandpa and Leiden are in charge, I will continue to cooperate with the Klopus Family."

Meanwhile, in a conference room of a building in Britain.

A man with a hawk-like nose sat in the main seat, with his subordinates on either side.

This man swept his cold gaze over everyone present and spoke in a harsh, crow-like voice, "You made a mistake yesterday for the first time, why did you make the same mistake a second time?"

"The number of dead doesn’t matter; the key is that those who are alive have been caught by the police!"

As the man grew more agitated, his eyes bulged like those of a goldfish: "Sending people without even figuring out who the other party is—do you think our Satan Group can just do whatever we want?"

"Let me tell you again, even if we really could do whatever we want, we are always the unseen demons of hell! Don’t act unless it’s a sure thing. And if you do act, you have to succeed in one strike!"

"A failure can lead to death, but not capture! For those who have been caught, I’m giving you three days to deal with them!"

The subordinates looked at each other, and finally, someone spoke up: "Mr. Satan, what about that Xia Country man and the Korea woman..."

"Don’t talk about them being in the Klopus Family right now, even if they were outside, could you do anything about them?" Satan said coldly, "The Miller Family dispatched their best and were annihilated, do you think we are stronger than them?"

That person was still somewhat unwilling to give up: "Mr. Satan, are we just going to let them go?"

"Don’t act rashly without absolute certainty," Satan glanced at the subordinate. "You can try if you want, but if you fail, remember to die!"

Scared, that person shuddered and fell silent.

"Heh heh." Satan sneered, "I’m also invited to attend Young Master Leiden’s engagement ceremony. Tonight I actually want to see what makes that Xia Country young man so different from the rest!"

The engagement ceremony in the West is very different from the East, especially from Xia Country, and the Klopus Family, being a prominent family, has its own unique traditions.

The ceremony between Leiden and Ning Zhixin would take place in Westminster Cathedral. There, they would receive blessings from a priest and exchange rings, which they would then wear on their wedding day.

The ceremony was scheduled for seven o’clock and hadn’t yet begun.

Many guests had arrived at the venue, almost the entire British elite society gathered here.

The guests feasted on a buffet, hardly different from an ordinary party.

Where there are many people, disputes are bound to arise, and quarrels can be common.

While Yang Yu and Han Suzhu were eating, they overheard some people loudly discussing: "Have you heard? Leiden’s fiancée is from Xia Country!"

"Aren’t they supposed to be one of the noblest families in Britain? How can they tolerate a Xia Country person polluting their pure noble bloodline?"

"Heh, who knows? Actually, everyone else in our family disapproves, but since Grandpa supports Leiden, there’s nothing we can do."

If they were just making personal attacks, Yang Yu might not have paid much attention to them.

But since these people had "elevated" it to be about bloodlines, Yang Yu had to stand up: "What? Your bloodlines are noble, and Xia Country’s bloodlines aren’t?"

"Look at yourself; you say we are so poor. All the men who come here to study or work are taking the lowest jobs, and the women all think about marrying men here—how disgraceful."

"I’ve heard your place is filthy everywhere, with animals and humans defecating wherever they like, and so poor that even what’s that, tea eggs, are unaffordable. Tell me, how are you Xia Country people superior to us?"

"You said it yourself, it’s what you’ve heard," Yang Yu glanced at them disdainfully, "Thirty years ago, we indeed couldn’t compare to you. But now, if any of you bothered to visit Xia Country, you’d realize who the true ’frogs at the bottom of the well’ are."

"As for those who come here to study or work, they’re just a tiny fraction of the whole. There are thieves and prostitutes among your local population too—does that mean all your locals are thieves and prostitutes?"

These words from Yang Yu left the group speechless.

A woman stood out, speaking with extreme arrogance: "Not to mention anything else, but let’s talk about cultural and artistic accomplishment. Has Xia Country produced any great writers, artists, or musicians in recent years?"

"Literature has a strong subjective consciousness and cultural background; that’s not worth arguing about. As long as you disapprove, our people will never win a Nobel Prize, because you control the awards."

"As for art and music..." Yang Yu gave an arrogant smile, "I dare say none of you self-proclaimed culturally and artistically superior nobles compares to me. Next to me, you’re all just trash."