Chapter 22 - Curing the superior” Dog (2/2)

Today, standing in the back of the platform, the white-haired, middle-aged man emitting a heroic aura was the King!

His name was Mu Zhuoyun. He was the person who could genuinely shake the entire Bo City with the stomp of his foot.

This was the person Mo Fan provoked.

Mu Zhuoyun was known for being benevolent by not making Mo Fan’s entire family drop to the point where they’d have to beg for food!

“Zhao Kunsan, could you shut your mouth?!”

“What, did I say anything wrong?” Zhao Kunsan replied.

Mo Fan glanced at Zhao Kunsan.

Truth be told, the words he spoke made Mo Fan feel guilty. This matter was far from what he imagined the reality to be.

Some people understood things only after they had grown up. Some teased the students with bad grades, but a rich family, that was a silly thing. After entering the society, the ones with money went overseas to study and came back with an incredible diploma. They could easily find a company and earn a tens of thousands per month, and they’d still think it was too little money. Whereas those who had diligently studied, entered university, then submerged themselves in a multitude of jobs still had a quality of life that was simply not on the same level as those who were teased for their family background. Their ideal world was erased; they lost their spirits, yet remained tired, and still more poor than a freaking dog.

The words Zhao Kunsan had said did, however, make people understand that his mindset was more mature than his peers. He already knew it’d be better like this than mindlessly pursuing his goals. Or else, failing the dream, and the cruel reality would cause you to lose all the ambitions from the past in just a single moment; it would be an unacceptable nightmare!

Naturally, Mo Fan had no reason to admire Zhao Kunsan’s perspective on reality. Instead, he felt like laughing.

“Zhao Kunsan, you sure have the potential and consciousness to be a dog. That is something I, Mo Fan, would never be able to have in my lifetime. I admire that; I truly do!” Mo Fan said back to him.

“Who the hell are you. If I am a dog, then I’d be a posh dog, eating good food, living in a small pretty house, wearing beautiful clothes. You’re just the dog of a dying family; a degenerate dog. A dog that eats from the trash. Why don’t you look at what kind of thing you are, with your body that emits the stench of a garbage heap? The most amusing thing is, you still don’t understand how stinky you are yet. You just had to ruin the last land of your family simply so you could come to the Magic High. But at the end of the day, you just get kicked out anyways. I just want to ask your dad, Mo Jiaxing if he ever regrets giving birth to a person with such shit luck, like yours!” Zhao Kunsan continued to curse.

Mo Fan’s cursing had actually directly struck Zhao Kunsan’s weak points. However, Zhao Kunsan wasn’t someone who was easy to deal with; he admitted he was a dog and bit Mo Fan back.

Mo Fan looked toward the group of people.

Naturally, his eyes caught the vague person who seemed to somewhat take pleasure in this whole ordeal; this person was naturally Mu Bai.

This was the young master who lived on someone else’s charity; the same one who Mo Fan had pressed down onto the floor and beaten up in the past.

In the past, when everyone was still a child, their retaliation would at most be throwing stones, breaking their windows... fairly harmless actions.

But now, a person’s fate would greatly change under the Magic Awakening and Magic Examination. The Mu Bai who suddenly rose up had finally been given an opportunity to hit Mo Fan back.

For now, Mu Bai had released this dog, Zhao Kunsan. Mo Fan, however, had been plotting for a while, and he’d waited for a more better opportunity to give a ferocious cut.

Not bad, not bad. The kid who was beaten like a dog in the past had finally learned how to scheme. It seemed that disciplining him like a father for so many years had not been in vain.

Come, use whatever move you have in your arsenal.

I have more than enough experience dealing with these flamers and posers. I have never lost. To fight meanness with meanness, and seek revenge for the smallest grievance, not letting them get away!