Zirong’s mouth twitched as he muttered, "Can’t you let the young master eat in peace? Just drag him over and hit him." After saying that, he dragged Yuan Tianbo away from the table to hit him on the side.
"Hey, how dare you hit me! Mu Hanyan, you..." Yuan Tianbo was stunned by the beating, only coming to his senses when he touched his bloody nose and the porridge stuck on his head. This didn’t make sense! Why would Mu Hanyan order someone to hit him without a word? Just like that, he wanted to hit him? For what reason? Just because he felt like framing him? That’s against all reason! He hadn’t even framed him yet, so why start hitting him now? Besides, with Mu Hanyan’s pig brain, could he even think of framing him?
No matter how he thought about it, there was no reason to hit him! Yuan Tianbo really felt wronged. It was utterly unreasonable. Why was this happening?
He didn’t need to figure it out when he suddenly received another blow to the head. Zirong’s voice came from nearby, not loud, just enough for him to hear.
"Wow, it’s true what they say, ’Appearances are deceiving.’ Some guest over there just had to join in the fun and sneak in a hit, tsk tsk, society’s going downhill when they’re stealing our job." Zirong’s voice could only be heard by him and Yuan Tianbo. Yet, Mu Hanyan could understand what Zirong said from his lip movements. Then, Mu Hanyan internally burst into laughter, finding Zirong really sneakily cunning.
Look, wasn’t his speech effective now? Yuan Tianbo fiercely turned his head to the side and saw a young man smiling at the scene.
Fuck! That guy dared to happily hit me? Yuan Tianbo, initially baffled by the beating and totally clueless as to why it was happening, couldn’t stand it when the bystander also hit him. He rushed toward the young man and kicked him.
Uh-oh! Now things really heated up! The young man had merely been a spectator, but now he’d drawn fire on himself. Getting kicked for no reason at all. Could anyone having breakfast here be just an ordinary commoner? Certainly not! The young man, full of youthful vigor, punched Yuan Tianbo’s nose askew again!
Could Yuan Tianbo endure it? Of course not!
So he charged and started fighting!
Huayue was stubborn—when the Young Master told him to hit, he hit hard without any laziness. So, even though Yuan Tianbo was scrapping with the bystander, he was seriously beating Yuan Tianbo. Zirong just stood on the edge of the fight, occasionally landing a few hits and properly fanning the flames.
Mu Hanyan was enjoying the show greatly, and by the time he finished the last dumpling, Yuan Tianbo’s face had turned into something that could fetch a good price at the market.
"You’re unreasonable! Why hit someone for no reason!" Yuan Tianbo cried out in his heart, tearfully addressing Mu Hanyan.
"Eh?" Mu Hanyan raised his eyebrows, then asked in surprise, "Since when do playboys need to be reasonable? Do I need a reason to hit you? I just did, what about it? Not satisfied? Then hit me back. I never said you couldn’t fight back." Mu Hanyan’s face was the picture of sincerity. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noⅴelfire.net
"You’re ganging up because you have more people!" Yuan Tianbo wanted to hit back, but as a true playboy, he lacked any real strength, his combat abilities were pitiful. Moreover, he hadn’t brought any guards with him today; it would be bizarre if he could overpower them! But fighting just against Mu Hanyan, who was also weak, maybe he could win. "Fight me one-on-one if you