Logically speaking, at the Zhou Family Restaurant, the young lady’s secret meeting involved heirs from other families as well. There shouldn’t be any danger, yet the guard’s heart filled with an ominous premonition at the sound of that abnormal scream. He hurried towards the direction from which the scream had come.
Just then, a slender figure blocked his way, looking somewhat frail but holding their back straight as an arrow.
"Who are you?" the guard asked, on alert.
"My master asked me to invite you for a drink and a chat." As soon as Huayue finished speaking, she had already lunged with her sword.
By this time, Mu Hanyan and Zirong had already reached the streets outside the restaurant. Watching Fourth Miss Zhao nearly sprint out, Mu Hanyan almost laughed out loud. Fourth Miss Zhao was a mess, her hair untamed, with only a barely covering bellyband on her upper body, and her skirt was torn to shreds, revealing not just her pale thighs but also her white buttocks which flashed in and out of view as the wind blew. To dash into the street was a sight of unimaginable shock!
Everyone’s gaze was drawn to the scene; it was explosive! Fourth Miss Zhao was running naked in broad daylight!
Then, as soon as the Mutant Wind Pig appeared, people scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions. The Zhou Family had already become aware of the escape of the Mutant Wind Pig by then. They were furious that their hidden strength had been exposed—never mind the current chaos they had to deal with. Zhou Qi’s face was particularly dark, as he immediately ordered his men to surround and subdue the Mutant Wind Pig as fast as possible. At that moment, he had no leisure to care about Fourth Miss Zhao. The most update n0vels are published on novel⚑fire.net
"Anyway, I don’t believe, Young Master, that you could fancy this woman," Zirong said, with a twitch at the corner of her mouth as she disdainfully looked at Fourth Miss Zhao, who had barely escaped the Mutant Wind Pig.
"Nonsense, look at that figure, her chest, flat! Her buttocks, flat! Her waist, thick... uh, does she even have a waist? It’s completely straight from top to bottom. I’m not blind. How could I possibly fancy her? You might doubt my strength, but you shall never doubt my taste," Mu Hanyan commented coldly on Fourth Miss Zhao’s figure, ending with an indignant assertion of his taste.
Fourth Miss Zhao, who was not far from them, heard all this loud and clear. Seeing the mocking glint in Mu Hanyan’s eyes, she understood everything. Though she had wrapped herself in a garment passed to her by someone, covering her body at last, the humiliation of having been exposed could not be easily shaken off.
She walked over, teeth clenched, looking at Mu Hanyan with a dark expression and squeezed out between her teeth, "Mu Hanyan, you actually dared to humiliate me, to make me lose so much face."
"Ah! You got it right; it was indeed me, yep, me! So what? Not happy about it? Come at me," To Zirong’s surprise, Mu Hanyan didn’t just confess, he did so gladly and in the most infuriating way possible, almost as if he felt proud, "You’re absolutely right! But, sorry, no reward for you!"
Fourth Miss Zhao almost spat out blood with anger, about to erupt, only to be interrupted by Mu Hanyan again.
"But you see, Fourth Miss Zhao, don’t talk nonsense without proof. After all, I’m just a First Rank Swordsman and the big playboy of the City Lord’s Mansion. Who would believe that I have the power to trick you? Who do you think people will believe, your words or their notion that you’ve developed a persecution complex? After all, I’m the Young Master of the City Lord’s Mansion, and making false accusations against me is something my mother would pursue. Alright then, goodbye, goodbye. Instead of wasting time here arguing with me, why don’t you consider whether to silence those who’ve seen your body? Or perhaps don’t kill them all; just pick one you like and marry him off," Mu Hanyan said with a chuckle, his words as provoking as they come.