230 Lu Clan Manor (1/2)
At the school's entrance, a black Audi A6 slowly came to a stop in front of Mo Wen. Wang Biao's tall, burly body came out of the car and walked respectfully toward him.
”Young Master Mo, are we going over now?”
Wang Biao was unsure of Mo Wen's intentions. The Lu Clan had invited Mo Wen over to ”discuss” the compensation. It was a trap disguised as a banquet, and it was highly possible that he wouldn't come back.
Wang Biao didn't think that Mo Wen would not have considered this. Surely he would be prepared. If he really hadn't thought about it, he was an idiot.
However, Mo Wen was all alone. He didn't seem like someone who was prepared. Was it possible that he planned to attend the banquet alone?
”Let's go,” Mo Wen said plainly, bending over to get into the car. Inside the car there was only a driver wearing a professional black suit and a serious expression. He stared at the road ahead without a trace of negligence.
Preoccupied, Wang Biao got into the car. The car drove all the way out toward somewhere beyond the Fourth Ring of the Capital.
He didn't know what would happen. In reality, he also didn't want to know about whatever dispute that Mo Wen had with the Lu Clan. He didn't want to get involved at all. If possible, he wished he could turn and walk away now, keeping himself out of this mess.
However, Mo Wen had left something unknown in him. Every time he remembered the overwhelming pain, he would subconsciously tremble. Sometimes, he couldn't even sleep at night, worrying that it might return.
The car sped down the road, leaving the city area and entering a manor in the suburbs.
According to Wang Biao, Lu Wei's father, Lu Zhenkun, planned to ”discuss” some matters with him at Lu Clan Manor…
Mo Wen only curled his lips and smiled, saying nothing.
Wang Biao stared at Mo Wen doubtfully. Lu Clan Manor was an extremely dangerous place. It was highly possible that he could go in but not be able to come out. After he told Mo Wen the location, Mo Wen didn't even have any reaction.
Based on his thinking, it would be a good idea for Mo Wen to reject the Lu Clan's request, choosing a slightly more suitable place for negotiations. He had even thought of the arguments he would use against the Lu Clan, but Mo Wen did not even seem to have any intention of objecting!
The car stopped next to a large grass field on the manor's grounds where a few children were playing.
Mo Wen opened the door and got out of the car. Glancing around, Lu Clan Manor befitted a clan that owned a large conglomerate.
”So, you are the Mo Wen that hurt the Lu Clan Young Master?”
Someone who seemed to be a butler walked over, looking at Mo Wen expressionlessly. The person was wearing a Western-style retro gentleman's suit. He had two whiskers for a mustache. His hair was white, and he seemed to be 50 or 60 years old.
”That's right.” Mo Wen nodded slightly, his face indifferent as he smiled and said, ”Has your Lu Clan Young Master's leg recovered?”
”You will find out later.” The butler laughed coldly, and his cold gaze fixed on Mo Wen. This youth was too arrogant. Even in Lu Clan Manor he was still so arrogant. He did not know what was good for him.
In the butler's eyes, Mo Wen's behavior was arrogant. That was because he believed that Mo Wen should be having a pale face, terrified gaze, and stuttering speech for coming to Lu Clan Manor.
But now, he was actually talking to him as though it were nothing. He even dared to ask how the Young Master's injuries were. If this wasn't arrogance, what was it?
”Follow me.”
The butler snorted coldly. He minded his own business and led the way without looking at Mo Wen.
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled. With his hands behind his back, he followed calmly behind the butler.
As for Wang Biao, he followed behind Mo Wen, feeling jittery. His mind was running wild, trying to anticipate what would happen next. Could Mo Wen resist the pressure of the Lu Clan? Where should he go? What would happen if Mo Wen lost to the Lu Clan and hence, not be able to cure his bizarre symptom?
The three of them walked single file to a parlor. A few people were sitting in the parlor, casually sipping tea while having a conversation.
The person sitting in the head position of the parlor was a middle-aged man of roughly 40 to 50 years of age. His gaze was full of vigor, and his bearing was calm with an air of grace surrounding him. Sitting where he was would allow him to dominate the scene, naturally drawing the gazes of others.
This person clearly had been in a high position for a long time. He had developed a calm and steady aura.
Next to the middle-aged man sat a youth. He was around 20-something years old. His entire being bore a feminine scent. His gaze seemed to be dark and dreary. Those who locked eyes with him all felt uncomfortable.
The person was holding a teacup, slowly sipping tea. He seemed to be uninterested in Mo Wen and the rest who had just entered, too lazy even to lift his head.
There was another person sitting beneath the middle-aged man and the youth. He sat solidly on the chair, seemingly not daring to move an inch like a good baby. This person was none other than the Ice World ice skating rink dandy disciple, Lu Wei.
At the moment, one of his legs was wrapped in white bandages. The swollen bruises on his face had not all faded. He looked just like an injured person.
After the butler brought Mo Wen in, he then hastily walked until he was behind the middle-aged man, standing respectfully to one side.
”You are Lu Wei's old man?”
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled. With his hands still behind his back, he looked indifferently at the middle-aged man sitting at the highest position. Needless to say, the person was certainly the Lu Clan's leader, Lu Zhenkun, and also Lu Wei's old man.