Chapter 32 - Brother Fan, where are your morals? (2/2)
Against the Mu Family, a magic family household, and a noble one, who could pull out anyone and still be able to pressure Tian Lan Magic High…
What made this extremely clear was the fact that Mu Bai, an Elite student within Tian Lan Magic High, was just a branch disciple within the Mu Family!
Although Mo Fan’s performance today had indeed startled everybody, however, that did not mean he had the qualifications to provoke a colossal family like the Mu Family.
(Sigh) Originally, he could’ve become a dragon. Now, there was basically no difference between him and trash.
Who didn’t know of the Mu Family being the largest in Bo City? If you offended the Mu Family, then how could you continue to survive in Bo City?
Within the school, there was barely the holy ground to protect you. Once you were out in society, you would definitely be dealt with until you had become a tragic sight!
Willful, why was he so willful? The opportunity so many people were hoping for was dropped by Mo Fan’s willfulness, leaving behind a colossal foe.
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“Brother Fan, you are too cool. We are scared to death by Master Mu Zhuoyun, only you would call him an old scoundrel over and over again. Haha, in fact, many of us also call him an old scoundrel on the inside.” Zhang Xiaohou’s temperament was somewhat shy, but he had a particular adoration for Mo Fan.
Mo Fan was the king of the children within this area of the city. Back in the days, he could gather masses with a single call, even Zhao Kunsan mingled with Big Brother Mo Fan. Only after that incident did Zhao Kunsan start to rely on Mu Bai, and many others no longer dared to play with Mo Fan.
Zhang Xiaohou was devoted to Mo Fan. No matter what kind of over-the-boundary thing Mo Fan had done, he would still lift even his feet to clap in admiration!
Zhang Xiaohou knew of the matter from three years ago. And now that he had seen Mo Fan striking back without hesitation or fear, he began to admire Mo Fan even more. He would never be as bold as Mo Fan in his lifetime!
“Then, do you think Mu Ningxue has been charmed by me?” Mo Fan said as he raised his eyebrow in satisfaction.
“Eh…that’s hard to say. After all, that old scoundrel is her father,” Zhang Xiaohou replied.
“Ah, I feel really good today. When I go to the cafeteria later, I’ll get an extra fried egg.” Mo Fan patted Zhang Xiaohou’s shoulder as he felt a flush of success, before walking towards the cafeteria.
“Haha, if you saw the looks on Mu Bai and Zhao Kunsan, then you’d definitely feel even better,” Zhang Xiaohou said as he vented his resentment.
That henchman, Zhao Kunsan, had really been beaten until his face had swollen up. Xiaohue bet Kunsan couldn’t even dream of Mo Fan’s cultivation being higher than his by more than a level.
Whereas Mu Bai, there’s no need to say more about that. All he did was act like someone he was not and assault the poor on a regular basis. And what was the result of that? In the end, the Wise Martial God, Brother Fan, still got rid of him.
Forget it. Mu Bai really was trying to curry favor with Mu He like a son. He just wanted Mu He to help him enter the Mu Family’s inner court, and cultivate together with the core disciples…
In the end, that old scoundrel didn’t even take a look at him at all. Instead, he was fixated on Mo Fan. What really stupefied people was that Mo Fan had directly thrown away what Mu Bai dreamt of like it was trash, while at same time, he even made the old scoundrel lose face. Refreshing, it was truly refreshing!
Xiaohou didn’t understand what that old scoundrel, Mu Zhuoyun was thinking. Three years ago, the old scoundrel had already experienced Mo Fan’s viper tongue and vicious temperament. Yet, today, he attempted to dismiss the former debt, which merely resulted in Mo Fan, who didn’t hide any of his cards, slandering him greatly.
He reckoned Mu Zhuoyun’s blood pressure today had risen by a lot!
“However, Brother Fan, if that old scoundrel really gave his daughter to you along with a dowry, while begging you to join the Mu Family, would you really decline?” Zhang Xiaohou whispered.
“Of course not!”
“Damn, Brother Fan, where are your morals?”
“Eh, what you said does make sense.” Mo Fan suddenly rubbed his chin as he pondered.
“You also think you don’t have morals?” Xiaohou wondered.
“Get out of here, I’m saying that the old scoundrel’s apology is useless. It’d be better if he just gave his daughter to me with a dowry!” Mo Fan answered.