At the school gate, a black Audi A6 slowly stopped in front of Mo Wen. Wang Biao's tall figure came out of the car door and walked respectfully to Mo Wen.
"Young Master Mo, shall we go over now?"
Wang Biao didn't know what Mo Wen meant. The Lu Clan inviting Mo Wen over to "discuss" the compensation issue was a Hongmen Banquet and it was very likely that he would not return.
He didn't think that Mo Wen would not think of this and would definitely be prepared. If he really didn't think of it, then he would be an idiot.
But now, Mo Wen was alone and didn't look like someone who was prepared. Could it be that he was prepared to attend the banquet alone?
"Let's go."
Mo Wen said plainly and bent over to get into the car. There was only a driver in the car. He was wearing a black business suit and had a serious expression as he looked at the road in front of him.
Wang Biao got into the car with a heavy heart. The car drove all the way out of the capital's Fourth Ring Road.
He didn't know what would happen next and what kind of conflict Mo Wen would have with the Lu Clan. In reality, he didn't want to know and didn't want to get involved. If he could, he hoped to turn around and leave now and not get involved in this mess.
But Mo Wen had planted something unknown on him. Every time he thought of that excruciating pain, he would tremble subconsciously. Sometimes, he couldn't sleep at night, afraid that it would act up again.
The car sped on the road and drove all the way out of the city and into a manor in the suburbs.
According to Wang Biao, Lu Wei's parent, Lu Zhenkun, was prepared to go to the Lu Clan manor to "discuss" matters with him …
Mo Wen just curled his lips into a smile and didn't say anything.
Wang Biao looked at Mo Wen suspiciously. The Lu Clan manor was like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. It was very likely that they wouldn't be able to get out even if they entered. After he told Mo Wen the location, Mo Wen actually didn't have any reaction at all.
According to his thinking, Mo Wen should not have agreed to the Lu Clan's request. Instead, he would have chosen a slightly more appropriate place to negotiate. He had even thought of how he would communicate with the Lu Clan. However, Mo Wen did not seem to have any intention of objecting at all!
The car stopped beside a rather big lawn in the manor. There were a few children playing on the lawn.
Mo Wen opened the car door and got out. With a glance, the Lu Clan manor wasn't small at all. It was indeed a clan that controlled a large group.
"You are the Mo Wen who injured the Lu Clan young master?"
A man who looked like a butler walked over. He looked at Mo Wen expressionlessly. This person was dressed in a Western-style retro gentleman's attire. He had a moustache and white hair. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties.
"Not bad."
Mo Wen nodded slightly. "Has your Young Master Lu's leg recovered?" he asked with an indifferent expression.
"You'll find out later."
The housekeeper laughed coldly and looked at Mo Wen coldly. This youngster was a little too arrogant. He was in the Lu Clan and was still so arrogant. He was simply courting death.
In the eyes of the housekeeper, Mo Wen's behavior was arrogant. He believed that when Mo Wen reached the Lu Clan, he would be so scared that his face would turn pale. His eyes were filled with fear and his voice was trembling.
But now, he dared to speak to him so nonchalantly and even dared to ask about his young master's injuries. If this wasn't arrogance, then what was?
"Follow me."
The housekeeper snorted coldly. He did not even look at Mo Wen, minding his own business and leading the way.
Mo Wen's lips curled into a smile. With his hands behind his back, he followed behind the housekeeper calmly.
As for Wang Biao, he followed Mo Wen with trepidation. His mind was filled with random thoughts. He was guessing what would happen next, whether Mo Wen could withstand the pressure from the Lu Clan, and where he would go. What if Mo Wen lost to the Lu Clan? What if he didn't treat the weird thing in his body?
The three of them walked into a living room one after another. At the moment, there were a few people sitting in the living room, leisurely drinking tea and chatting.
The person at the head of the table in the living room was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He had a calm demeanor and had quite an imposing manner. Just by sitting there, he seemed to be able to control the situation and naturally attract the attention of others.
This person had obviously been in a high position for a long time and had cultivated a calm demeanor over a long period of time.
Beside the middle-aged man sat a young man in his twenties. His entire person gave off a feminine vibe. His gaze seemed to be gloomy and gloomy. Anyone who looked at him would feel uncomfortable.
This person was holding a teacup and drinking tea unhurriedly. He seemed to have no interest in Mo Wen and the others who had walked in. He didn't even bother to lift his head.
There was another person who sat to the right of the middle-aged man and the young man. He sat on the chair obediently, as if he didn't dare to move at all, like an obedient child. This person was none other than the hedonistic disciple of the Sky Ice World Ice Skating Rink, Lu Wei.
At the moment, one of his legs was wrapped in white gauze and there were still some bruises on his face. He looked just like an injured person.
After the housekeeper led Mo Wen in, he quickly walked to the back of the middle-aged man and stood respectfully at the side.
"You are that Lu Wei's father?"
Mo Wen curled his lips into a smile. With his hands behind his back, he looked indifferently at the middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table. Needless to say, this person was definitely the clan leader of the Lu Clan, Lu Zhenkun. At the same time, he was also Lu Wei's father.
"You are that Mo Wen who injured my son?"
Lu Zhenkun laughed coldly. Although he didn't know what the youngster was relying on, his current attitude was indeed high enough to look down on him and the Lu Clan.
"Your housekeeper has already asked. I don't need to explain further, right? Have you prepared the compensation money? If you give me the money, I will leave without another word. If you don't, I'm afraid today will be a little difficult. "
Mo Wen glanced at the effeminate young man sitting beside Lu Zhenkun. A playful smile flashed in his eyes. This Lu Clan was really interesting.
"Compensation money? Mr. Mo, you must be joking. You have crippled my son. I should be the one asking for an explanation from you, right? If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult. "
Lu Zhenkun laughed coldly. He had looked for Mo Wen today with no intention of having a proper discussion. Mo Wen had broken his son's leg, yet he still came to ask for compensation money. This was simply too much. He didn't have any respect for the Lu Clan at all.
If it had been a normal day, he might have considered and considered Mo Wen's identity and background to see if it was worth making a big fuss over.
After all, businessmen were particular about making money with harmony and wouldn't easily get into trouble. But now, he didn't think that way anymore. With the support of that influence, he didn't need to worry about a youth. He couldn't even be bothered to investigate Mo Wen's identity and background.
That was because he knew that if that influence made a move, Mo Wen would definitely die. Moreover, no one would know how he died. Even if someone sought revenge, they wouldn't be able to find the Lu Clan.
"Explanation? What explanation? "Mo Wen asked with a smile.
"You dared to break one of my son's legs. Then, I will cripple both of your legs. You will also kneel outside the Lu Clan manor for three days and three nights to kowtow and admit your mistake. After three days, whether you live or die will depend on your fate."
Lu Zhenkun's eyes were filled with coldness. Daring to humiliate him, Lu Zhenkun, without paying a price, he was afraid that others would think he was a pushover.
Upon hearing this, Wang Biao drew in a cold breath. This Lu Zhenkun was too ruthless. As expected, there was no possibility of discussion from the start.
"Injuring and crippling someone is against the law. Isn't the Lu Clan Leader afraid of going to jail?"
Mo Wen said with a smile. He didn't seem to be affected by Lu Zhenkun's words at all. He was still calm and composed.
"Law? Hehe, having power and influence is the law. Not to mention crippling you, even if I kill you, what can you do? Also, I guarantee that after I kill you, the police will definitely not be able to find any evidence. "
Lu Zhenkun looked at Mo Wen mockingly. All these years as the Clan Leader, he had done so many underhanded things. But now, he was still the leader of a large group.
"Mo Wen, I have said before that I will definitely make you wish you were dead. Later, you will know what it feels like to live a life worse than death."
Lu Wei looked at Mo Wen and smiled coldly. His eyes were filled with hatred. It seemed that even if he skinned Mo Wen alive, it wouldn't be enough to appease his hatred.
"I really don't know where the Lu Clan Leader gets his confidence from. Could it be because of him? A mentally handicapped youth? "
Mo Wen smiled. His gaze looked at the youth sitting beside Lu Zhenkun. His eyes were filled with playfulness.
"Mentally handicapped youth?"
The corner of Lu Zhenkun's mouth twitched. He looked unnaturally at the youth sitting beside him, who had been drinking tea with his head lowered.
He actually dared to say that Young Master Hu was mentally handicapped! He was simply tired of living. He was starting to fear that Young Master Hu would tear down his manor in a fit of rage.
"Young Master Hu, don't lower yourself to the same level as this brat. He is the mentally handicapped one …"
Lu Zhenkun laughed bitterly. His eyes were filled with respect as he looked at the youth beside him. This Mo Wen was simply courting death. He had better not get him into trouble.
"I know. You can repeat it again."
That Young Master Hu glanced at Lu Zhenkun and said coldly. Lu Zhenkun shrunk his neck and immediately didn't dare to speak anymore. The dignity and imposing manner he had just now had completely disappeared when facing this youth.
"What did you say just now?"
Young Master Hu put down the teacup in his hand. His gaze slowly looked at Mo Wen. The coldness in his eyes seemed to cause the temperature of the entire living room to drop suddenly.
Wang Biao shivered and subconsciously took a step back. The youth's gaze was too scary. It seemed to have a strange magical power that caused people to involuntarily feel fear.
"I said you are mentally handicapped. Could it be that you don't understand human language?"
Mo Wen looked at the youth and smiled playfully. "Young man, the outside world is very dangerous. Not understanding human language is a very troublesome thing."
"You are looking for death!"
That Young Master Hu exploded in anger. He slammed his palm on the coffee table and stood up abruptly. A cold and terrifying aura swept out from his body and fiercely crashed towards Mo Wen. The living room seemed to have been swept by a gust of wind. Things flew around and the furniture was toppled over.
The air was extremely cold. It was as though they had suddenly arrived at the South Pole's glacier.
Wang Biao, who was standing beside Mo Wen, had a huge change in expression. His tall and big body couldn't withstand the terrifying cold wind. His body flew backwards and crashed into a wall. His entire body was cold and stiff, unable to move at all. (To be continued.)
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