230 Lu Clan Manor (2/2)
”So, you are the Mo Wen who hurt my son?”
Lu Zhenkun laughed coldly. Although he did not know what sort of backing this youth had, his current attitude was quite high, high enough to look down on the Lu Clan.
”Your butler has already asked. I don't need to introduce myself again, do I? Have you prepared the compensation? Once you pay, I'll leave without another word. If you don't, it will be difficult for you today.”
Mo Wen glanced at the feminine youth sitting beside Lu Zhenkun. A glint of playfulness flashed his eyes. This Lu Clan was rather interesting.
”Compensation? Mr. Mo, surely you must be joking. You crippled my beloved son. I should be the one looking to you for an explanation. If you don't give me an explanation, then it will be difficult for you today.”
Lu Zhenkun laughed coldly as he said this. Today when he found Mo Wen, he never had the intention to discuss things nicely. To break his son's leg and come knocking on their door for compensation was going too far. He was utterly looking down on the Lu Clan.
Normally, if he encountered a person with such daring and boldness, maybe he would consider things a bit, thinking about Mo Wen's identity and background to see whether it was worth stirring things up.
After all, businessmen emphasized harmoniously growing wealth, not easily provoking trouble. But now, he was not thinking that way. With the support of that faction, why would he hesitate over a youth? He had been too lazy to investigate Mo Wen's identity and background.
Because he knew, if that faction took action, Mo Wen would definitely die. How he died would also be impossible to be known. Even if there were people who would seek revenge, they would not find the Lu Clan.
Mo Wen laughed and asked, ”Explanation? What explanation?”
”You dared to break my son's leg, so I'll cripple both of yours. Then, I'll make you kneel outside the Lu Clan Manor, bowing your head to apologize for three days and three nights. After that, whether you live or die will be up to your fate.”
Lu Zhenkun's eyes were cold and dark. If Lu Zhenkun did not inflict bloody consequences on those who dared to insult him, other people might start to think he was easy to bully.
Once Wang Biao heard this, he inhaled a breath of cold air. This Lu Zhenkun was too cruel. As expected, there was no possibility of negotiation from the start.
”Injuring people to the point of crippling them is a crime. Could it be that the Lu Clan leader is not afraid of going to prison?” Mo Wen was still smiling as he said this, seemingly unaffected by Lu Zhenkun's words. He remained carefree and easy, not getting angry or incited.
”The law? Those with power and authority are the law. Forget crippling you. If I killed you, what could you do? And I guarantee that after killing you, the police will not be able to find evidence.”
Lu Zhenkun looked mockingly at Mo Wen. After all these years of being the clan leader, he had lost count of how many strings he had pulled in the dark. And yet now, he was still at the helm of his large conglomerate.
Lu Wei looked at Mo Wen coldly as he laughed and said, ”Mo Wen, I've said that I would make you wonder if it is better to live or die. In a while, you will know how it feels to be better off dead.”
His eyes were full of hatred, as though he could not wait to skin Mo Wen alive.
”I don't understand. Where does the Lu Clan leader get his confidence from? Could it be from him? A retarded youth?”
Mo Wen laughed. His gaze shifted to the youth sitting beside Lu Zhenkun. His eyes were full of playfulness.
”Retarded youth?”
The corner of Lu Zhenkun's mouth twitched. He looked somewhat unnaturally at the youth who was sitting beside him sipping tea.
He actually dared to call Young Master Hu a retard! He was practically tired of living. He was beginning to fear whether Young Master Hu would tear down the manor in rage.
”Young Master Hu, don't bother with this brat. He is the retard…”
Lu Zhenkun laughed bitterly. His gaze was respectful as he looked at the youth beside him. This Mo Wen was so reckless. He had better not drag him into this.
Young Master Hu looked askance at Lu Zhenkun and said with a cold gaze, ”I know, you don't need to repeat it.”
Lu Zhenkun withdrew slightly, suddenly not daring to speak. His majesty and aura disappeared in front of this youth.
”What did you just say?” Young Master Hu put down the tea cup in his hand. His gaze slowly shifted to Mo Wen. The cold look in his eyes seemed to cause the temperature in the parlor to drop.
Wang Biao felt a chill down his spine. He subconsciously took a step back. The youth's gaze was too terrifying. It was as though it cast a bizarre spell, causing people to feel fear in their hearts uncontrollably.
”I said you are retarded. Could it be you don't understand human speech?”
Mo Wen looked playfully at the youth and smiled as he said, ”Young man, the outside world is dangerous. If you don't know human speech, it will be troublesome.”
”You want to die!”
Young Master Hu was so furious he wanted to explode. He slammed his palm down on the tea table, suddenly standing up. A cold, terrifying aura emanated from him, crashing into Mo Wen fiercely. It was like the parlor had been struck by a gust of wind, with items flying everywhere and furniture falling left and right.
The air turned extremely cold, as though they were on a glacier in Antarctica.
Standing beside Mo Wen, Wang Biao's face changed. His tall figure could not withstand the terrifying cold wind. His body flew backwards, slamming against a wall. His body was stiff from the cold, and he could not move at all.