"Long Family is here?"
Hearing Zeng Haoyang say so, Lu Zixun got up with a spring and leaped out through the opened gap of the car window, following behind Zeng Haoyang.
It seems the arriving person is none other than Long Jiuri’s brother.
Lu Zixun was also curious to see what kind of brother a formidable person like Long Jiuri would have.
Having finally broken free from Zeng Haoyang’s clutches, Xiong Kang, rubbing his ears and looking mournfully, approached Lu Zixun.
Looking at Lu Zixun’s curious expression, he couldn’t help but ask, "What exactly are you being curious about?"
Lu Zixun, who had been having questions for Xiong Kang, activated Magnetic Field Control, floated over, and squatted next to Xiong Kang’s shoulder, "This ’Ninth Brother’s’ brother, who might he be?"
Xiong Kang, surprised that Lu Zixun was curious about this, recalled carefully before seriously responding, "Ninth Brother’s brother is named Long Yangwu, he is Ninth Brother’s half-brother from the same father, holding the second right to inherit."
Same father, different mothers?
After a while, the concept became clear in Lu Zixun’s mind.
He had originally thought such situations only existed in TV dramas, but apparently, they do exist in real life.
However, there were a few things Lu Zixun still couldn’t understand; normally, in such major clans, it’s usually the eldest son who is nurtured, unless the eldest son is incompetent.
Long Jiuri’s ability didn’t seem inadequate at all, so why would the Long Family support this younger son?
Lu Zixun shared his confusion with Xiong Kang, who pondered for a moment before leaning close to Lu Zixun’s ear and whispered softly, "Because when Ninth Brother was born, Long Xingguo, that is Ninth Brother’s father, his most beloved woman died in childbirth."
Unexpectedly, this was the reason, Lu Zixun for a moment didn’t know what to say.
To be fair, it wasn’t Long Jiuri’s fault at all, why should anger be directed at him? It really was incomprehensible.
Following Zeng Haoyang, Lu Zixun, standing on Xiong Kang’s shoulder, also saw the so-called Long Family people.
The man with somewhat graying hair, yet looking full of vigor, must be Long Xingguo.
Long Jiuri stood ice-cold beside Long Xingguo, and aside from resembling him in appearance, did not seem at all familial.
There was another dressed in flashy colors, with a piece of foxtail grass hanging from his mouth, perfectly displaying what a playboy looked like to Lu Zixun.
Seeing Zeng Haoyang and company approaching, Long Yangwu sized up the two men and one cat.
Disdainfully looking at Long Jiuri, he said, "Big brother, these are your people? They look rather shabby."
Casting a fleeting glance at Long Yangwu, Long Jiuri turned his head away, seemingly too lazy to talk.
Used to the indifferent demeanor of Long Jiuri, Long Yangwu’s scorn deepened.
He strode up to Xiong Kang, and just as he was about to reach out and snatch Lu Zixun from the shoulder,
Lu Zixun stretched out a paw from his pad and slapped Long Yangwu’s hand away.
"Ding—Detected rage value from Long Yangwu +2000."
Only two thousand feeling value?
Hearing the system’s notification, Lu Zixun tilted his head, looking disdainfully at Long Yangwu.
Such a loser dared to be compared with Long Jiuri; the Long Family sure was interesting.
Seeing the scratch marks on the back of his hand, Long Yangwu, his face darkening, stepped back two steps and motioned to someone behind him, "Go on, chop this cat up!"
As soon as the words fell, two men adorned in golden dragon attire leaped from the crowd, reaching for Lu Zixun on Xiong Kang’s shoulder.
Xiong Kang frowned as he drew his Mother and Child Dual Swords to block the attacks, his expression icy as he looked at Long Yangwu, "This seems rather inappropriate, doesn’t it, Second Young Master Long?"
Listening to how Xiong Kang had emphasized the last four words.
Long Yangwu smiled and shook his head, his eyes darkly fixed on Xiong Kang, "You are merely a dog under my elder brother’s command. Do you think you have the right to question me?"
With Lu Zixun’s fiery temper, he couldn’t tolerate Long Yangwu’s words.
Although he often bickered with Xiong Kang, Lu Zixun was extremely protective.
Stepping on Xiong Kang’s shoulder to spring forward, Lu Zixun activated his Magnetic Field Control and pushed two members of the Long Family away.
He quickly approached Long Yangwu and slapped him across the face.
"If you can’t speak properly, then better shut up. You’re like useless trash. What gives you the right to talk like that?"
"Ding—Detected inspiration value from Xiong Kang +4000."
"Ding—Detected hatred value from Long Yangwu +2000."
"Ding—Detected comfort value from Zeng Haoyang +4000."
"Ding—Detected Killing Intent Value from Long Xingguo +8000."
Having slapped Long Yangwu away, Lu Zixun hovered in the air, looking down contemptuously at Long Yangwu covering his face.
Honestly, compared to Long Jiuri, this fellow was far inferior.
At that moment, Lu Zixun even doubted whether this was truly a half-brother from the same father.
Before Lu Zixun could continue, Long Xingguo raised his hand toward him.
A cold chill rushed straight towards Lu Zixun.
"Father, that’s too much."
The previously silent Long Jiuri calmly said, cutting off the chill Long Xingguo had emitted.
Faced with the intervention of Long Jiuri, Long Yangwu, who lay on the ground, now sported a red plum blossom mark on his face.
Seeing Long Jiuri intervene, a cold glint flickered in Long Yangwu’s eyes but quickly vanished.
Getting up from the ground, Long Yangwu hung his head with a somewhat aggrieved look and walked over to Long Xingguo, "Never mind, Father. I can take some disrespect, but we can’t let my elder brother be looked down upon by his subordinates."
There’s a saying, a soft knife cuts deeply, both painful and disgusting.
Long Yangwu’s actions perfectly embodied the essence of that saying.
Seeing his pitiful demeanor, Lu Zixun felt the urge to imprint him again.
"Second brother, isn’t that statement a bit inappropriate?"
The silent Long Jiuri, with a cold gaze, addressed Long Yangwu, "How come earlier I heard that it was you who wanted to chop up my Orange Cat?"
Seeing Long Jiuri actually speak up for Lu Zixun, a flicker of panic crossed Long Yangwu’s eyes.
He coughed lightly and said, "Wasn’t I just provoked? I am still a child, yet my elder brother is so petty. Defending an outsider... a cat, and scolding me like that, it really hurts."
Best Oscar for drama, watching Long Yangwu’s expression and hearing his words made Lu Zixun’s mouth twitch.
The entire charade was twisted. It was truly despicable.
The somewhat speechless Long Jiuri shook his head and looked at Long Xingguo, "Since Father has already witnessed everything, we’ll take our leave now."
As Long Jiuri turned and led the others to leave, he paused mid-step.