Chapter 22: Lambo 2

As the mayor’s son, Lambo had grown up on this Azure Star, naturally possessing a boundless sense of superiority. From childhood, he had never let his parents rest easy—mischievous, unruly, and clever, he had committed nearly every act of mischief imaginable, often surpassing the usual troublemakers. For instance, he once secretly filmed his mayor father to blackmail him—a feat scarcely any child would dare, but Lambo did it, and with unabashed confidence.

Among his peers, he had no real rivals. The sons of other high officials either dared not offend him because of his father’s power, or simply weren’t his match; they were bullied by him so often that he had become a local tyrant with not a single true friend.

Thus, being knocked out cold by someone his own age was almost inconceivable. The moment Lambo woke up, he went wild, flailing and shouting, “Who? Who dared hit me? Ha! Who dares provoke the Super Invincible Little Tyrant? If I don’t get revenge, I’m not Lanscar’s son!”

Lanscar, unable to contain his fury any longer, slapped him and scolded, “If you’re not my son, whose are you? You little rascal, don’t think you can really turn the world upside down. Believe it or not, I’ll send you into space right now!”

Lambo was stunned, staring at his father in shock, aggrieved, “You… you actually hit me! I’m telling Mom!”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake… Oh dear, my little ancestor, calm down! As a noble, how can you be so rude and ill-mannered, and even want to fight guests? Go out and apologize right away, make friends with him, and whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Lanscar was truly helpless—what was this mess? He, a mayor commanding the lives of a hundred million, so mighty, yet at home had no status at all. Even his own son bullied him—where was justice?

Lambo glared at Lanscar angrily, then suddenly his eyes rolled as he asked, “Dad, tell me honestly, what’s that wild kid’s background? Why are you so nervous about him? Don’t tell me he’s the result of some secret affair you had outside, and now he’s come back to find you?”

Pfft! Cough, cough!

Lanscar nearly spat out his drink, coughing wildly, pointing at Lambo, his face reddening, but unable to utter a single word.

Lambo burst into laughter, pushed open the door, strode out, and fixed his appearance, suppressing his unruly air. Truth be told, he did have a touch of nobility about him; he walked with his head held high, a faint smile on his lips, appearing exceptionally friendly and gentle.

Le Kai was still sipping juice, looking at Lambo with curiosity but no change in expression, as if the newcomer had nothing to do with him.

Ha, this wild kid is quite composed! Damn, I was knocked unconscious by such a brat—this must be kept secret. If those spoiled sons learn of it, how will I maintain my reputation in Central City? Here on my turf, there’ll be plenty of chances to get revenge—not urgent, not urgent.

Reminding himself to stay calm, Lambo strode quickly to Le Kai, bowed slightly, and held out both hands, “Dear friend, welcome to my home. I am Lambo. May I ask your surname?”

“Le,” Le Kai replied, putting the juice down, standing to shake hands with Lambo, then sitting again and sipping his juice.

Le Kai had little affection for those who’d shown hostility toward him moments before. Since the other only asked for his surname and not his full name, why tell him more?

Lambo was left speechless, his prepared lines stuck in his throat, blinking in confusion and unable to recover for a moment.

The professor chuckled inwardly. Little Kai, who spent his days facing mutant beasts, had no patience for the intricacies between nobles. Trying to spark a conversation with a simple introduction was bound to fail.

Lambo, quick-witted as ever, immediately turned to the professor and bowed, “Professor, welcome again to my home. Did you bring this brother Le? As the host, let me guide him around—there’s plenty to do here, and I promise he’ll have a great time.”

The professor nodded, “Very well. But be careful—don’t let anything happen.”

Lambo’s heart skipped a beat; the professor saw right through his schemes. He’d have to adjust his strategy: play rough, but not ruin the fun.

Lanscar followed, beaming, and patted Le Kai’s shoulder affectionately, instructing the servants, “Go prepare clothes for Young Master Le.”

Le Kai did not refuse out of false modesty; his own attire was indeed worn, and since someone was offering, why not accept? He had no stubborn pride—everything was for survival, and if life could be more comfortable, why not?

Lambo said excitedly, “Come, Brother Le, let me take you! It’s so big here, I’m afraid you’ll get lost.”

Without waiting for permission, he grabbed Le Kai’s hand and dragged him off.

“Professor, see? These two kids are getting along well! This is a good start. I was just worried Lambo would be too mischievous—having suffered a setback with Little Kai, he’ll surely try to regain his pride. If any trouble arises, it’ll be a headache.”

Lanscar said, somewhat conflicted.

“Don’t worry, Little Kai knows his limits. Lambo’s not nearly enough to challenge him. You’d best pray that boy doesn’t go too far—otherwise, who knows what the consequences might be,”

the professor replied calmly. He had no worry for Le Kai; anyone who could kill a mutant leopard was not to be harmed by childish tricks. His only concern was that if Lambo truly provoked Le Kai’s anger, the outcome could be terrifying.

The professor had every reason to believe that, should Le Kai sense true danger, his blade would cut any enemy’s