Song Wuliang wasn’t someone without a temper.
Everyone has a backbone; Song Wuliang was no exception.
Being called a fat pig repeatedly, anger simmered in Song Wuliang’s heart.
So what if you’re the son of the Hall Master of Qingmu Hall? I’m still the future heir of the Song family. Do you think I should be afraid of you?
With that, Song Wuliang grabbed Wan Hong by the collar and slapped his face repeatedly, the sound of the slaps echoing in the living room.
Wan Hong was in a tough spot.
Here, he was all alone, essentially a wolf entering a tiger’s den.
Wan Hong naturally refused to accept being slapped by Song Wuliang , and instinctively reached out to the table to grab something. Fang Yi noticed this.
But before Fang Yi could do anything, Mao Yanfeng moved from the side, about to stand up.
"Old Mao, sit down!" Fang Yi suddenly said.
Mao Yanfeng looked at Fang Yi with confusion, but although puzzled, he sat back down.
Then, they saw Fang Yi stand up and walk over.
"Alright, Fatty Song, move aside." Fang Yi said.
Hearing Fang Yi’s voice, Song Wuliang paused, released Wan Hong’s collar, and muttered, "Damn, this guy’s face is really hard; my hand’s almost gone numb."
Everyone was speechless, realizing that this fat guy seemed to have no shame.
Wan Hong heard this too, and maybe he was enraged because he suddenly spat out blood.
Fortunately, it didn’t land on the table; otherwise, the meal would’ve been ruined.
Wan Hong’s face was flushed, and there were clear fingerprints on it; his nose was bleeding, and his eyes were slightly squinted, appearing very weak. The source of thɪs content is novelꞁire.net
But when Wan Hong saw Fang Yi standing in front of him, he instead laughed.
"If you have the guts, kill me; otherwise, I’ll make sure you die!" Wan Hong said coldly, his smile appearing deranged.
Fang Yi wasn’t angry; he looked at Wan Hong calmly, who seemed deranged, and said, "Do we have some deep hatred between us?"
Wan Hong spat blood onto the ground, gritting his teeth: "No!"
Fang Yi said, "So that means I’ve never offended you before. Then I don’t understand. Why must you provoke me?"
Wan Hong sneered, "Because this is Moon City! My father is the Hall Master of Qingmu Hall. I originally came here to seek cooperation with you, but from the looks of it, you are not interested!"
"Cooperate with the White Lotus Sect?"
Fang Yi raised an eyebrow and said, "I’ve never considered that."
Wan Hong said, "Then you should consider it now! If you apologize to me and agree to all my demands, I can consider forgetting what happened earlier!"
However, Fang Yi shook his head and said, "Sorry, you’re overthinking it!"
Wan Hong sneered, "You won’t agree? Fine, then prepare to face my father’s wrath!"
A sunny smile appeared on Fang Yi’s face: "Now, you can get lost."
"You’ll regret this!"
From beginning to end, Fang Yi never showed any sign of anger, remaining calm and composed.
After Wan Hong left with hatred, Fang Yi simply went to the bathroom to fetch a mop and cleaned the blood off the floor.
Everyone at the table was watching him, their expressions complex.
"Why are you all looking at me? If you don’t eat soon, it’ll get cold." Fang Yi said with a smile.
Song Wuliang hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Yi, are you really not worried at all?"
Fang Yi replied blandly, "If soldiers come, I’ll deal with soldiers; if water comes, I’ll block it with soil. What’s there to worry about?"