Chapter 83 - The Duel Hasn’t Finished! (2/2)

Words were just words. This old chauffeur really knelt down in front of the numerous people, his pair of wrinkly eyes looked up to regard the still-sitting Mu Zhuoyun.

Everyone’s gazes immediately focused on Mo Jiaxing’s body.

As Mo Jiaxing felt these gazes on him, he also felt a great humiliation.

However, if they thought about it, if they were to let Mo Fan, who had cultivated his magic to far beyond the same level as his peers, do this kind of stuff, then the humiliation would definitely be magnified numerous times.

He had already received the approval of the important characters of Bo City, and he had nearly defeated the Yu Ang whom the Mu Family had carefully nurtured. In these three years, he must’ve been practicing really hard… He was a very clever young man. The reason why he had gone and made such a bet with Mu Zhuoyun was because he wanted to give his total failure of a father the face he had lost when he was driven away like a dog.

His son was way stronger than he was. In the future, he would definitely become an extremely excellent Magician. If he were to let his son kowtow to someone, then it would be a traumatic experience that he would carry for life. He himself was just an old chauffeur, an old man with no future prospects. This kind of thing where you’d lose your face for life didn’t hurt him at all.

Watching Mu Zhuoyun, Mo Jiaxing saw that Mu Zhuoyun clearly would not cool his temper. He clenched his teeth as he kowtowed.

On the dueling arena, Mo Fan suddenly saw this scene. His heart felt like he was hit by an arrow, receiving a pain he had never felt before.

The tall and aloof people will be that way from the start to the end.

The lowly people will forever be lowly people.

Were people really equal in this society?

If it really was equal, then there wouldn’t exist such a thing as being driven away because he and Mu Ningxue was close.

If it really was equal, then their house wouldn’t have been taken. That house that blocked the wind and sheltered them from rain was just one of the drops in the ocean for Mu He!

If it really were equal, then there wouldn’t be all that Magic Equipment bought using money in a Magic Duel that was witnessed by all these people. It was like a colossal mountain that would make a grassroot like him feel like it was incredibly difficult to cross!

In the old days, social rankings were really clear, they would force people to distinctly understand where they belonged in this society. In the current age, the scariest thing lay in the fact that although you were at same level as them, what you were unaware of and no one would tell you before you exited school was that once you entered society, it would be like a bolt from the blue, rumbling down. It would catch you unprepared, and you’d be in so much pain that you’d rather die.

The kneeling people? The sitting people?

Although you stand most of the time, there’s no difference between that and kneeling!

“Father, stand up!” Mo Fan turned towards the place where Mo Jiaxing and Mu Zhuoyun were.

Mo Jiaxing turned his head around, but his knees didn’t have the courage to stand up. Mo Jiaxing was too scared of Mu Zhuoyun wanting Mo Fan to personally come and apologize.

Mu Zhuoyun remained sitting there, looking indifferent.

Mo Fan glanced at his own father, who once again had made a great sacrifice for him, and then at the Mu Zhuoyun who didn’t have any interest in letting the matter go.

“Father, don’t return the gift back to Mu Zhuoyun this early, the duel isn’t over yet.” Mo Fan looked at Mo Jiaxing, his eyes filled with icy rage.

“Return the gift?” Mo Jiaxing had no idea on what his own son was saying.

Mu Zhuoyun didn’t know what this guy was saying either.

Return the gift? Are you saying that I, Mu Zhuoyun, also need to kneel down and apologize to you!?