“Take it, take it, Evelyn Smith, hurry up and get a second-tier Spirit Gathering Pill.” Big Hammer Smith was startled; he definitely didn’t want to end up with a half-finished product. If this tiger plaque was ruined, even killing the guy wouldn’t help.

“Master, that’s two hundred taels.” Evelyn Smith twitched his mouth, a bit reluctant.

“Damn it, even if it cost ten thousand taels each, you’d still have to bring it!” Big Hammer Smith was furious and kicked him. Evelyn Smith almost fell flat on his face and hurriedly ran back. Soon, he brought out two pills.

Evan Bennett popped one into his mouth and swallowed it.

Soon, his strength returned, and he continued his vigorous work. Finally, with a flourish, Evan Bennett performed a graceful mid-air swallow maneuver and snapped the ‘tiger’s eye’ into place with a crisp sound.

Immediately, a faint tiger’s roar could be heard.

“Ah, it’s alive! Amazing!” The The Smith Family were in an uproar. In fact, it was Evan Bennett who had channeled his palm energy into the tiger’s mouth to produce the sound.

He had already discovered this secret. The craftsmanship of this tiger plaque was indeed extraordinary; there was a hole inside the tiger’s mouth.

When a strong wind blew through, the sound would come out of the hole, producing a tiger’s roar. It must be based on the wind tunnel principle.

“Hahaha, excellent, excellent! The tiger’s might is on full display—this foretells that our The Smith Family will prosper and become wealthy!” Big Hammer Smith was so happy he grinned from ear to ear.

“Oh, oh, oh, look! Our Eighth Prince has actually become a trashy collage worker.” At this moment, a familiar mocking voice rang out.

Evan Bennett glanced sideways—damn! Who else could it be but that drunkard son of Marquis Huwei, Ethan Bennett? A few young masters from generals’ families were circling around him, fawning over him.

“Greetings, young marquis. But, Eighth Prince, where is he?” Big Hammer Smith bowed, stunned, and quickly asked.

“There, that trashy collage worker.” Ethan Bennett jerked his chin toward Evan Bennett.

“Master Yan is the Eighth Prince?” Big Hammer Smith stammered, his waist bending even lower.

Although some people in the palace bullied Evan Bennett, for a middle-class wealthy man like Big Hammer Smith, it was nearly impossible to get close to a royal family member.

As for Ethan Bennett, the marquis’s son, he only came by occasionally to take advantage of his own fair-skinned daughter.

Both men knew this well. After all, it was just a few gropes—no real harm done. Besides, the young marquis was not someone the The Smith Family could afford to offend. Even if he slept with his daughter, they’d have to accept it.

“Bullshit master, just a fraud. Let’s go!” Ethan Bennett sneered and led his followers clattering into the mansion.

“Ethan Bennett, you bastard. You see the prince and not only fail to pay respects, but even dare to insult me.

You call this prince ‘bullshit’—are you saying all royal family members are bullshit?

Today, I’ll teach you, on behalf of the marquis, a lesson for your rudeness and arrogance, you dog!” Evan Bennett stepped forward, hooked his foot, and Ethan Bennett immediately lost his balance and fell forward.

Then Evan Bennett gave him another kick from behind, and with a smack, Ethan Bennett landed face-first like a dog eating dirt.

Evan Bennett stepped up again and kicked the guy hard in the butt.

“Ah… help! I’m being attacked…”

“You guys, get over here and beat this bastard to death for me!” Ethan Bennett shouted at the generals’ sons.

But those generals’ sons didn’t have the guts to actually hit a prince. Usually, they’d just join in the jeering with the palace big shots.

But to really lay hands on someone? Not even in their wildest dreams. So they all pretended not to hear, watching Ethan Bennett roll on the ground, wailing in pain.

“Don’t hit the young marquis!” The two bodyguards Ethan Bennett brought with him rushed in from outside, shouting from afar.

“Hmph, don’t let it happen again.” Evan Bennett withdrew his leg. The two bodyguards were much stronger than him—if he kept fighting, he might be the one getting beaten.

Seeing one of the bodyguards glaring and about to make a move, Evan Bennett shouted, “You see the prince and don’t pay respects—are you looking for a palace punishment?”

The guy froze, took a closer look at Evan Bennett, and immediately stammered in fright. Oh my god, it’s the Eighth Prince! He quickly retreated a few steps.

“Yan Mu, Chen Fei, you two get over here and beat this trash up. This bastard! If you injure me, the young marquis will see to it!” Ethan Bennett, now helped up and looking miserable, pointed at Evan Bennett and shouted angrily.

“Hurry up and get this dog out of here, or I won’t be polite. I’ll punish you all together.” Evan Bennett seized the initiative.

Of course, the two bodyguards were nervous too. Even though they’d heard this prince wasn’t well-liked in the palace, he was still a prince.

Not someone they could afford to offend. Hearing this, they dragged and pulled, and finally just hoisted Ethan Bennett onto their shoulders and strode off. The hangers-on scattered like birds.

“E-eighth Prince, just a small token of respect.” Big Hammer Smith stammered, not only offering three thousand taels, but also two first-tier Spirit Gathering Pills.

Evan Bennett smiled, unceremoniously pocketed them, and said, “If you need another puzzle done, just come to this master.”

“No… no, no need…” Big Hammer Smith shook his head like a rattle drum.

“What, you don’t like the picture I put together?” Evan Bennett put on a stern face.

Chapter 11: The Seventh Princess