Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âDad!â
Unbeknown to them, Song Yunxi had been standing on the upper level, quietly listening to their conversation all this time. The young chap could take it no longer and blurted out, âDad, why are you still afraid of that man?! Uncle Mu doesnât have his familyâs backing anymore; he has nothing to his name now, so we donât have to continue giving him face! If you canât settle him yourself, then Iâll do it on your behalf! I know a band of brothers who can finish off a man like him easily! Heâs just a poor chap without power and money!â
âB*st*rd!â His father looked up and lambasted him. âYou-who-know-nothing, youâre in no position to rant! Speaking of your so-called brothers, donât tell me youâre referring to the Gus? Havenât I told you to stop mixing around with the mafia?! Why are you still speaking to them behind my back?!â
Looking embarrassed and upset, the young chap was stumped on the spot with a red face. âIââ
âIf you are so free, why donât you read books to gain more knowledge? Do you think that your uncle is really down and out without the Musâ support?!â His father scoffed and continued mockingly. âThat arrogant fella wouldnât have walked away so casually without laying down an exit plan for himself! You may think heâs without power and status, but if you go against him directly, you are bound to lose! He established a network of his, with support from legal and illegal sources alike, when he was still the Mu empireâs chief! Donât you try to hit a rock with an egg!â
The young man was put off by his fatherâs criticism. After snorting indignantly, he turned around and dashed off to his room, closing the door with a loud bang!
This antagonized his father further as the middle-aged man continued angrily. âIt looks like this chap is too spoiled, too! How dared he throw a tantrum just because I chided him?! Are the two siblings trying to drive me to death?!â
His wife immediately tried to appease him. âThe boy is still young and impulsive. You need not bother with him!â
He did not agree, though. âHeâs already in his twenties, so how can you say that heâs young and impulsive? If not, then when can he learn prudence? Must he reach his seventies or eighties before he learns something?â
Inside his supposedly soundproofed room, Song Yunxi listened to his fatherâs angry reprimand with increasing frustration. His hands balled into fists, and having nowhere to vent his unhappiness, he punched the door, instead. After hitting the door ferociously several times, seemingly unperturbed by the pain on his fists, he was finally able to release some of his pent-up emotions!
Mu Yazhe!
That ruthless man!
If not for him, our family wouldnât end up in such a plight!
No way!
I wonât take this lying down. That guy must be taught a lesson, or heâll take us as mere pushovers!
The young manâs eyes glinted with wild fury at the thought!
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It was late at night where the scene was bustling on East Street.
Inside Jingyi Elite Private Club.
As the most exclusive private club on East Street, as well as one of the Big Fives within the capital, it had all the facilities in one place for entertainment, conference, and accommodation. Not everyone, not even an upstart, could afford a club like this where the membership fee cost millions a year. Those who frequent this club were the business elites and nobilities.