"Excuse me, vip coming through!" a purple-haired youth, putting on a black hoodie, blue jeans, and an ash face cap, could be seen pushing through the crowd.
It was a first come first served situation, and since the important guest on the list had entered through the main door. The guards told the rest with the party invitation card to be in a straight line.
"I was here first, lady Mae sent me to help her get something, that's why my spot got taken by you." the youth was arguing with a full-bearded man about some kind of spot.
"Bullshit! I've been here since morning, I didn't meet anyone here." the bearded fellow made a strong stance, telling the youth that he wasn't someone that going to be bullied.
"So you mean lady Mae errand means nothing to you!"
"Lady Mae, words are beneath you to listen to, right!"
"What you are saying is that she has huge breasts, but has no brain!"
"How dare you say that lady Mae should go to hell!" The youth began accusing the bearded man of different despicable things.
Seeing that the people on the line were all staring at him, even the guards had stopped all they were doing with their eyes all on him and looking at the gazes he was getting from them, it wasn't a good one.
The man had no other choice than to give in.
"No, no, no, I didn't say anything like that." With the way the youth in front of him was twisting his words, the man felt like crying.
"Guards! Guards! Guards!" The full-bearded man had broken out into a sweat, his clothes were already soaked in it. This was the first time he had seen someone who could be this shameless.
"Hehehehehe, brother, I was just joking with you, the spot is yours." the man left the spot and went to the back of the line quietly.
On his way back, he clenched his fist while staring at the youth who humiliated him to this extent, making sure to remember his face.
"Mind your business assholes don't stare at me!" the youth shouted at people looking at him, even the guards were not spared.
Most of the people on the line knew that wasn't the youth spot, but he cheated him through instead. Regardless of what the case was, no one helped the bearded man out, as it was simply none of their business.
It didn't take long, it was finally the youth turn to enter.
The guard took his invitation card, stared at it for a while before returning it back to the youth. "Take him to the ordinary guest building. Next!" the guard said.
"Take who where! Are you blind? Can't you see that a vip card!"
The guard who checked his card earlier stared at the youth with contempt. First, you cheated your way to earning that spot now again it's going to be the card.
"Piece of-....." the guard was about to say something when his fellow guardsman spoke to him telepathically, "No sir, this is an ordinary guest invitation card, not a vip one." His voice turned soft afterward.
The youth mumbled some words to himself before walking inside the mansion.
The guards heaved a sigh of relief, seventy percent of the people that they had attended to have all treated them with respect, mainly because of two reasons.
One is because they were lord Damian's guard, and everybody in the underground world knew what it meant. To Damian, disrespecting anyone under him was the same as disrespecting him as well. Damian might be lousy and all, but still, he was people's favorite.
The other was the color of attire they were putting on, a purple one, which signified one thing to the alliance. They were high-tier members of the alliance.
What kind of person would know all that and still be disrespectful to them. It was either the person had a horrifying background or he or she was just a fool, and looking at the youth it definitely wasn't the latter.
Devon could swear that the card Brooke gave him was a vip one, so how was it possible that the card changed when he got here and he also wasn't able to notice it.
"Oh girl, you're going to pay for this shit you pulled up!" Devon assumed that Brooke was the one who caused this, not knowing that there was a far bigger scheme involved, which he wasn't aware of.
If it was an ordinary person, entering Damian's mansion would have been astonishing due to the house interior, design, and all the decoration. But Devon entered the mansion with disgust clearly written on his face.
To him, this place was like a one-star restaurant in the modern world.
Well, what else should one expect from an heir to a big family such as the Reid family? Even his butler house had more value than this.
"Huh! What the hell is this." Devon spat out the food he had just eaten.
When he entered the ordinary guest building, the first thing he did was to find something to eat, his stomach was grumbling, and to be honest, it was because of this issue that he arrived late at the party.
For some strange reason, his maid refused to deliver his breakfast to him even after a heated argument between them.
"Yucks. I belong up there and not with you losers." looking at Devon, one could tell that he was passing his anger on the guests.
"A hungry person is an angry person." the voice quoted.
Devon was about to go up the men guarding the VIP's door when he stopped in his tracks.
Seeing how people were being beaten and thrown out of the place by the guards at the door was not something someone of his kind would tolerate.
"Voice, who am I up against?" Unlike the guards who were at the entrance door, the guards here were different. Their aura was brimming with killing intent and abundant celestial energy.
"The strongest is a level 63 powerhouse, while the other is at level 60." Though they were just two of them, those two weren't a force to joke with and at Devon's current level he wasn't ready to go up against them, at least for the time being.
Devon was still in deep thought on what to do when an outstanding sight appeared before him.