Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1473 - 1472

In the West, the culture of dueling has a long history, going back to the Middle Ages. It was common for two noble gentlemen to duel to the death to maintain their honor or win a beloved woman.

This is really a blemish in Western culture; unnecessary actions lead to death. "The reason there are fewer foreigners." This phrase is also suitable for the European Middle Ages, as dueling was prevalent and people died from it daily. The royal family even issued an edict specifically prohibiting dueling.

This blemish extended from the era of cold weapons to that of hot weapons. In the Middle Ages, gentlemen dueled with swords, but by the time of the cowboys in the West, they used guns and died even faster.

The only duel Lin Fan has seen was in a movie about Western cowboys. On a desolate street, the wind blew sand as two cowboys, wearing boots and hats with revolvers at their waists, stood face to face.

The duel was decided in an instant—whoever shot first gained the advantage.

In the era of hot weapons, the duel relied on hand speed and marksmanship, needing both speed and accuracy. Life and death often seemed to hang by a thread. Unlike the cold weapons era, being wounded by a sword might allow for rescue—being shot, almost certain death.

Ultimately, such duels lost public favor and gradually disappeared with the establishment of law and order.

However, this dueling culture did not fade with the progress of time; it just became more "civilized." Some Westerners still enjoy solving problems with a fight. If one fight doesn’t solve it, then two will.

Simon Brown, a noble young master of the United Kingdom, is set to duel on the streets of London tonight.

This news caused quite a stir in the circle; people have arrived on the streets to witness it.

Reportedly, the duel is because Simon Brown is vying for a woman against another son of privilege—the reason, practically regressive.

"Simon Brown is here!"

The young Simon Brown got out of the car and arrived at the scene. Everyone turned their gaze to him, instantly making the young master the focus of attention.

Simon Brown held his head high. Tonight, he wants to prove himself, defeat his opponent, win the beauty’s heart, and ride off with her.

Then, the roar of an impressive engine was heard as a stylish supercar pulled up. A man of Chinese descent wearing floral clothing and sunglasses, even at night, emerged—a prime example of ostentation.

Judging by his swagger, this Chinese man appeared to be naturally aggressive, rebellious to any defiance.

The Chinese man glanced at Simon Brown with disdain, eyes filled with disregard.

The one set to duel Simon tonight is this Chinese man.

It seems this Chinese man is indeed adapting locally, experiencing the Middle Ages’ cultural blemishes while being in the United Kingdom.

"It’s useless; you better give up. To duel with me means seeking death!" said the Chinese man, scornfully.

At least this Chinese man displayed some courage; his words and actions exuded confidence and even pride. As a Chinese facing a white man, he regarded the opponent with complete disdain, far stronger than those who bow before foreigners.

Of course, this has something to do with Simon’s build. Although Simon is white, he is not the brawny muscular type one might imagine—even standing shorter than the Chinese man.

Simon feels a bit intimidated in the presence of this Chinese man—at least he used to feel this way. Now, he’s not afraid at all.

Because Lin Fan promised to help him.

Though he doesn’t know how Lin Fan will assist him—his promise was only verbal without specific guidance—Simon trusts Lin Fan, and with his promise, Simon feels at ease.

"Admit defeat? That’s impossible. If you like admitting defeat, then you do it!" Simon retorted.

The Chinese man sneered, "Seeking death!"

"Here she comes! Here she comes! Elina is here!"

As the two confronted each other, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

Everyone turned toward the sound and saw a white girl getting out of a red car. She wore a white one-piece dress with an enchanting figure and a delicate face—hard not to dazzle those watching.

No flaw could be found in her face nor body, and judging by the car she drove, she was certainly part of the rich second-generation.

In reality, she came from the Davis Family, not exceedingly wealthy, yet still affluent.

A girl like Elina is the goddess to the poor and a dream marriage partner to the rich. Elina’s admirers are countless.

Simon and the Chinese man are not the first to duel over her and certainly not the last.

Seeing such a charming Elina, everyone’s eyes lit up. Some people thought that fighting for a woman like her was worth it!

At this time, Lin Fan and Prince Harry were also among the crowd. Prince Harry, afraid to be recognized, wore a mask.

Lin Fan was carefree—after all, in a foreign land, no one would recognize him.

Seeing Elina, Lin Fan smiled and said, "I understand now. That’s why Mr. Simon agreed to duel. If victorious, he will win this woman. Many men would go through fire and water for this opportunity."

Prince Harry said, "Elina is indeed beautiful, almost like an enchantress."

Lin Fan replied, "The pity is, even if Mr. Simon wins, he won’t win over this woman."

Prince Harry was taken aback and asked, "Why does Mr. Lin say that?"

Lin Fan explained, "It’s simple. Elina isn’t interested in either of them. Watch how she looks at them—it’s like a spectator enjoying the scene. She’s not moved by these men dueling for her; she simply enjoys the envious gazes upon her arrival."

Prince Harry asked, "Does Mr. Lin mean Simon is fighting a futile battle?"

Lin Fan replied, "Indeed."

Prince Harry commented, "A futile fight isn’t worth it for a woman like her."

Lin Fan smiled, "The Prince agrees. Would you like to advise Simon? He’s your friend; taking a beating for nothing wouldn’t be good. He’s definitely not the match for the Chinese man."

Lin Fan observes shrewdly; this Chinese man seems trained and will soon knock Simon to the ground, teeth scattered all over.

The conduct and speech of this Chinese man imply he’s thoroughly Westernized—a term known as a ’banana,’ yellow outside, white inside. Though he shares Lin Fan’s skin color, his cultural influence, speech, and thought process are indistinguishable from Westerners.

Although said to be a compatriot, he may hardly identify with Huaxia.

Lin Fan is still observing; how he’s going to handle the Chinese man depends on his attitude towards Huaxia.

If he identifies as Huaxia and sees himself as a Huaxia person, Lin Fan wouldn’t help the white men against him.

Otherwise, Lin Fan will strike him with extra force from the ancestors.

Prince Harry felt troubled hearing Lin Fan suggest he talk Simon out of fighting, "Mr. Lin, isn’t it difficult to persuade him?"