Chapter 14 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Honestly, Si Rong was freaked out by his Second Brother. He was too scary. Si Rong still remembered what had happened three years ago, when the title of Wargod had been conferred on his Second Brother. He’d gifted twenty beauties to the Wargod Manor only to receive twenty beautiful severed heads the next day. That incident had scarred him so much that he’d fallen gravely ill. Ever since, he’d ceased trying to court the favor of his eccentric and immovable Second Brother.

“I was just passing by.” Si Mobai arched his eyebrow slightly and glanced dismissively at Si Rong. “I’m unwelcome?”

“Of course not! You’re very welcome. Very much so.”

Si Rong would never believe his excuse of “passing by.” But since Si Mobai had invited him to the banquet, he must be trying to improve their relationship, so Si Rong was more than happy to welcome him. Si Rong glanced at Si Mobai and noticed that the hall was crowded.

“Second Brother, why don’t we move to a room upstairs? It’ll be quieter,” he suggested.

“No need,” Si Mobai replied. Then, he walked straight to a table near the window and sat down.

Si Rong looked to where Si Mobai had taken a seat, directly opposite him, so he could clearly see what was happening at that table. Si Rong had intentionally left the seat where his Second Brother was now sitting open for Loudmouth Qi, South Peace City’s greatest gossiper. He had invited Loudmouth Qi so that he could later publicize Feng Tianlan’s buffoonery. Through that nasty mouth of his, Loudmouth Qi would be sure to twist the story into something more disreputable than anyone could imagine. But now that Second Brother had come, Si Rong had to clear the two tables around him to give him space. Otherwise, after showing his face for a few seconds, Second Brother would surely leave.

“It’s nothing.”

“So long as you’re happy, Second Brother,” Si Rong answered, tugging at the corners of his mouth to make something that resembled a smile.

He turned around and arranged for the two nearby tables to seat men only. There could never be any women, not even a female being. The Wargod might be a young man of twenty, but he had essential troops on his hands. Si Rong needed to lure him to his side in the battle for the throne.