"Oh, so Young Master Jiang has heard of me too, huh? Seems like my fame isn’t so small after all, perfect, perfect. We can have a good chat now," Mu Hanyan said, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm in his laughter, instead boasting proudly.
"Get lost, I don’t have the time to babble with you!" Jiang Yuzhe huffed coldly.
"Young Master Jiang, that’s not very nice of you. How can you treat your future uncle-in-law if you intend to pursue Yuying?" Mu Hanyan chided.
"You think you could be my uncle-in-law?" Jiang Yuzhe glanced at Mu Hanyan with contempt and motioned to his followers, commanding, "Throw him out of Xiaoyang City. If he continues to blabber, beat him hard."
"Ah... Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Young Master Jiang, I haven’t offended you, how can you just beat me up like that?" Mu Hanyan exclaimed, looking utterly alarmed.
"Young Master Mu, for such a well-known playboy, how do you not understand this simple fact? When we want to beat someone, do we need a reason?" Jiang Yuzhe mocked.
Inwardly, he scorned, "These Mu descendants are really good for nothing. If it weren’t for Mu Yuying, I wouldn’t even bother with them."
"Right, I think I’ve said this myself. We’re playboys, after all, no need for reasons to beat someone up. Why bother with so much nonsense," Mu Hanyan suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, slapping his forehead and saying to Huayue and Zirong, "Alright, no more words needed, let’s do this."
Huayue and Zirong were becoming more and more aware of their dog-like obedience, having been waiting for Mu Hanyan’s words. From their experience, if the Big Playboy Mu himself was involved, this matter was unlikely to end amicably.
They were excited at the prospect of getting their hands dirty today, having held back for so long. Finally, at Mu Hanyan’s command, they howled like wolves and lunged at Jiang Yuzhe’s men.
Both were already Fifth Rank Swordsmen in strength, but they practiced the Mu Family’s top-secret cultivation techniques, handpicked by Mu Hanyan himself. What was a difficult and perilous path for others turned out to be twice as effective for them, almost as if the techniques were tailor-made.
Moreover, their moves were simple and efficient. One was fierce and ruthless, while the other was sneaky and low. Their actual combat power was so much stronger than that of an average Fifth Rank Swordsman, it wasn’t much less than that of a Sixth-tier Knight.
Soon, Jiang Yuzhe’s followers were getting beaten up, rolling on the ground and screaming in misery.
"Glug," Jiang Yuzhe swallowed nervously. Being known as Ghost Sword in his adulthood, Jiang Yuzhe was quite vicious himself, or else Mu Ze would not have feared him so.
But even he felt a tingle on his scalp witnessing the assault by Huayue and Zirong.
Looking at the one with the cold face who seemed as though the whole world owed him money—although he didn’t draw his sword, his attacks were even more vicious and brutal. Punches and kicks aimed at joints and meridians. If he hit you, you could basically forget about standing up again and just brace yourself for more beating.
And then there was the one with a smile as warm as spring, targeting places with his punch and kick that were downright indecent, almost always attacking below the belt. The most shameless part was him shouting apologetically while attacking, "Hey, don’t move, I meant to kick your chest, how did it hit your little brother there? I didn’t do it on purpose. Just lie there, don’t move, otherwise, if I kick you in the flower, you can’t blame me."
Truly freaking shameless, utterly despicable.
Right, this guy’s name is Zirong, if I recall. Remember to keep my distance from him in the future. Jiang Yuzhe instinctively crossed his legs, reminding himself.