Chapter 125: What a Fucking Piece of Shit

"At the time, it was Tyrant Blade who struck first, followed by a sneak attack from Fifth Master; the two of them essentially formed a united front. Yet, Mo Han merely threw a punch at each of them and left them both injured." Qin Changqing recalled the situation and explained in detail.

Mo Feng frowned, finding it hard to believe.

"This must have been a performance. Even if it wasn't, then Fang Wenshan and Tyrant Blade have simply grown old," the Dragon Slayer, who had been silent until now, suddenly interjected.

Mo Feng started, then nodded, his brow smoothing out. He suddenly realized he had been a bit too cautious. If this wasn't a setup, would Fifth Master and Tyrant Blade have dared to provoke Mo Han? They had long since sensed that Fifth Master and Tyrant Blade intended to defect from the Mo family, and now, those two had defected to Mo Han. What did that signify? It meant that the abandoned child, Mo Han, had set a trap. He wanted to take revenge on the Mo family! That was why Fifth Master and Tyrant Blade had colluded with him to stage that scene. What surprised him, however, was the method Mo Han had used to make both men willing to pledge their loyalty.

"Whatever your methods may be, I don't care. Since I, Mo Feng, have arrived in Qian City, you will have nowhere to hide!" An arrogant, world-dominating aura reappeared in Mo Feng's eyes.

"Send someone to fetch Mo Han in a while. Today, I will break his limbs first and let him know his lowly status!" Mo Feng declared imperiously.

"Young Master Mo is mighty!" Qin Changqing gave a thumbs up, his face full of worship.

"Young Master Mo, all of us in the Li family know Mo Han. Shall I send someone to bring him here?" Li Xianwu looked at Mo Feng with anticipation. He was already impatient to see Mo Han destroyed.

"Go ahead. Tell him it is I, Mo Feng, who wants to see him, and tell him to crawl over here immediately!" Mo Feng nodded confidently. Since childhood, Mo Han had been afraid of him; as long as his name was mentioned, Mo Han would surely come to see him.

"Understood, I will arrange it at once!" Li Xianwu felt a surge of joy and stood up to make the arrangements.

"Come, let's drink." Mo Feng raised his glass and gestured for Qin Changqing and the Dragon Slayer to join him. Three cups down, Mo Feng's spirits were high again. "You two carry on; I'm going to take care of Madam Li." With that, he rose and headed toward another room.

"Youth is a wonderful thing," Qin Changqing remarked, raising his glass to the Dragon Slayer with a smile. When he was young, he had been just as fierce as Mo Feng, indulging in wine and women every day, living a truly vibrant life. Alas, time spares no one. In the blink of an eye, he was already over fifty. He felt powerless. He suddenly recalled a popular internet saying: "When one reaches middle age, there is no choice but to soak goji berries in a thermos!" He felt this phrase perfectly described his current state.

"Indeed," the Dragon Slayer nodded, agreeing with Qin Changqing.

A few minutes later, Li Xianwu returned. Not seeing Mo Feng, he was about to ask when he heard the high-pitched cries of Tan Feng coming from the room across the hall. His face darkened, and he felt as if a fire were burning inside him. But thinking of Mo Feng’s promise and that he would soon be avenging them, he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the raging flames of anger.

"Come, Xianwu, let us have a drink as well," Qin Changqing said, raising his glass. Although he didn't hold Li Xianwu in high regard, today Li Xianwu had offered up his wife to please Mo Feng, and since Mo Feng intended to avenge them, he was in a good mood. He didn't mind helping Li Xianwu ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Yes," Li Xianwu nodded, clinking his glass against Qin Changqing’s before downing it in one gulp, as if forcing all his anger down with it.

Seventeen or eighteen minutes later, Mo Feng emerged from the room, looking thoroughly satisfied. "Madam Li hasn't been satisfied for about a month, has she? Don't you want to thank me?" Mo Feng patted Li Xianwu on the shoulder, teasing him.

Li Xianwu’s expression was agonizingly awkward. He wanted to erupt in rage, but didn't dare; if he didn't, he felt utterly humiliated. "Young Master Mo is teasing me," Li Xianwu sighed inwardly, his anger no longer as intense as before.

"Sigh, such vigorous exercise really consumes energy. Come, let's drink." Mo Feng laughed heartily, looking triumphant. In a small place like Qian City, he was the heavens. He could do whatever he pleased, and no one dared to offend him. Just like today, he had insulted Li Xianwu to the extreme, yet Li Xianwu still had to act like a loyal dog. This was the supreme power brought by the strength of his family.

"Has Mo Han arrived yet?" Mo Feng asked, setting down his glass.

"He should be here soon. The pharmaceutical factory isn't far from here," Li Xianwu replied.

"Good." Mo Feng nodded and looked at Li Xianwu. "I heard Mo Han has been a live-in son-in-law in your Li family for several years. How is his wife?" He had a weakness for enchanting young married women.

Li Xianwu's eyes brightened. "Although his wife is a few years younger than mine, she is much more enchanting, and her face and figure are even better."

"It is said that she is even better in bed," Qin Changqing added with a smirk.

"Is that so?" Mo Feng shifted in his seat and smiled. "Then I am even more interested."

"By the way, send someone else and tell him to bring his wife along as well," Mo Feng suddenly ordered. He loved those who were skilled in bed. Most importantly, he loved the feeling of doing it right in front of Mo Han. Since they were children, he had found Mo Han an eyesore and had led others in the family to bully him until he became withdrawn. Mo Han’s father had even tried to compete with his father for the position of family head—simply delusional.

"Understood, understood." Li Xianwu smiled and immediately stood up to make the arrangements.

"Family head! Family head!" At that moment, a miserable cry echoed from outside. The door burst open, and a young man stumbled in. His right hand had been severed, and he was clutching it with his left, blood flowing uncontrollably.

Mo Feng’s drunken haze instantly vanished. He stared at the young man.

"What happened?" Li Xianwu asked loudly.

"Family head, my hand... my hand was cut off by them!" the young man cried out in agony.

"Mo Han? He has such audacity! Didn't you tell him that Young Master Mo Feng wanted him to come?" Li Xianwu was beyond furious; Mo Han was truly too arrogant.

"I did, but he said... he said..." The young man looked at Mo Feng, hesitating to continue.

"What did he say?" Mo Feng asked in a deep voice.

The young man hesitated, unsure if he should speak.

"Speak!" Mo Feng raised his voice.

The young man trembled and said shakily, "He said... he said, 'What kind of piece of trash is Mo Feng? I don't know him. If he’s looking to die, tell him to come find me.'"

"Bang!"

Mo Feng’s eyes nearly burst with rage. He slammed his palm onto the table and roared, "He has such gall! Take me there! This young master will kill him today!"