Night had fallen deep, and Mu Hanyan along with a few other young disciples who had been chosen were already settled and deep in dreams, yet the Zhou Family Restaurant still emitted a dim yellow light.
Fourth Miss Zhao, Zhou Qi, Yuan Tianbo, Mou Ye, along with Zhao Sinin and Uncle Zhao were sitting around a table, already devoid of their earlier vigor, each one wearing a downcast expression like dogs that had lost their homes.
"This Mu Hanyan is simply despicable, to make me lose face in front of everyone in the hall like that," Zhou Qi said, clenching his teeth as he tightly gripped his teacup.
Had it not been for the Third Elder of the Mu Family reminding him to cover his face at the crucial moment, he would have no face to meet anyone ever again, it must be said, the elder surely had a broad experience and wide knowledge, something he could never have thought of.
In fact, Eldest Young Master Zhou was just fooling himself, even though he covered his face, who wouldn’t know it was him, Eldest Young Master Zhou, once the story spread out.
Fourth Miss Zhao glanced at Zhou Qi and muttered to herself, "You’re a man and you feel disgraced, what about me? I have been practically naked several times, should I just die?"
Of course, she was only thinking this in her mind, now that everyone was in the same boat, a bunch of misfortunate fellows in the same pit, there was no need for comparing woes... Well, there seemed nothing to compare anyways.
"You just lost some face, that’s all. We were beaten to a pulp," Mou Ye said, covering his eyes, which were left with just a sliver to see through, in grievance. Thɪs chapter is updated by novęlfire.net
"Getting beaten is not a big deal. Do you think you’re like your small, broken family where face can be thrown on the ground and stepped on? We are the Zhou Family, what status do you have? I would rather they beat me than lose face," Zhou Qi said bitterly.
"Easy for you to say, you don’t know how cruel their beatings were," Mou Ye argued back unconvinced.
"What, are you scared?" Zhou Qi, already full of anger, flared up when he heard Mou Ye’s sarcastic remarks.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting. Our enemy is Mu Hanyan, we must be united in purpose and heart to triumph, we must not fall into internal strife," Fourth Miss Zhao, feeling very frustrated, nevertheless had to step in and mediate.
"Yes, we were all tricked by Mu Hanyan this time. We should focus on how to take our revenge and settle this blood feud, and not disrupt our own ranks," Yuan Tianbo added.
Zhou Qi and Mou Dan glared at each other but fell silent.
"This Mu Hanyan really has changed, he actually managed to hatch a Griffin, and he accidentally got a great advantage again," Fourth Miss Zhao said, exceedingly vexed. She couldn’t understand how Mu Hanyan was so sure he could hatch a Griffin, when even Zhao Sinin was sure it was only a quail.
It must be luck; that damn boy’s luck just got so good. She could only conclude all this was due to Mu Hanyan’s impossibly good fortune.
"But at least, though he got a big advantage, we didn’t suffer. Didn’t we also get ten thousand taels of silver from him?" Yuan Tianbo said, finding some consolation only in those ten thousand taels.
Fourth Miss Zhao and Zhou Qi felt slightly better. Ten thousand taels, even if split among several people, meant two thousand taels each on average. In reality, they wouldn’t split it equally; Yuan Tianbo and Mou Ye were just there to act a part, obviously getting less, while the three of them were sure to take more. As for Yang Hong who was just there for the ride, a few hundred taels would do to dismiss him.
"What do you mean we didn’t suffer? I’m completely ruined, totally finished!" Just as their mood had slightly improved, they heard Uncle Zhao speaking with a sobbing tone.