The scar-faced man's heart skipped a beat, a sense of danger rising in him.
Before he could react,
Mu Feng's fingers applied a slight pressure, and the long saber, forged from refined steel, had half of its blade snapped by his fingertip strength.
The blade was caught between his fingers.
Illusory afterimages flashed through the air.
The scar-faced man's back slowly turned into fragments and drifted down.
On his body, countless fine blood lines slowly appeared.
"You can go see Liu Jinxuan yourself and ask him if he recognizes the pattern on your body."
Mu Feng said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm not leaving. Today, I need him to give me an explanation."
After speaking, he directly pulled Meng Sha to sit on the sofa beside him.
"Clear the things on the table and bring new ones."
The scar-faced man's hands were trembling.
A master, a true master!
He had used at least a hundred blades on him, yet none had breached his skin. The precision of his force control had overturned his understanding.
"Are you all deaf? Clear everything off the table and bring all new items."
"Get out. Don't disturb our distinguished guest's mood."
The drastic change in attitude left those present even more confused.
Zhao Peng was furious, roaring hysterically, "You ungrateful wretch! Don't you see how badly he injured me? Hurry up and give the order to attack! Aren't you afraid of my godfather cleaning house?"
The scar-faced man glanced over, his eyes filled with a strange expression, "Everyone out!"
The subordinates naturally obeyed his command. Though puzzled, they filed out one by one.
"Are you looking for death?" Zhao Peng roared.
However, he received no response.
The scar-faced man even slightly bowed towards Mu Feng, "I'll go call our Master Jin over right now."
"Hurry, don't waste my time."
Mu Feng's voice was calm.
The private room door closed again.
Zhao Peng gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, roaring, "Don't get cocky. My godfather will definitely avenge me. That scumbag is timid and cowardly, but my godfather isn't like that."
"He will definitely slice you into a thousand pieces!"
Mu Feng turned back, a smile appearing on his face, "Don't speak too soon, you'll regret it."
"Regret?"
Zhao Peng was completely consumed by rage, his face contorted, "You're the one who should regret it. The pain you've inflicted on me, I will retaliate a thousand times over."
"My godfather has no children and regards me as his own. Yet you beat me to this state, crippling my man's ability. Do you know what your end will be?"
"I'm just waiting to see how tough your mouth is now..."
He chattered on incessantly.
Meng Sha's face was full of worry, "Brother Feng, do you know Liu Jinxuan?"
Mu Feng nodded, "I'll have someone send you back later. I still have some things to discuss with Liu Jinxuan. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Just then.
Hurried footsteps were heard from outside.
The room door was quickly knocked.
"Come in!"
The door opened, and a man in his forties entered, his hair slicked back, dressed in a suit. His eyes, however, were extremely sharp.
And he was Liu Jinxuan.
"Godfather, save me!"
Zhao Peng first shouted loudly, tears streaming down his face, "Godfather, you must avenge me! Mu Feng crippled me! I've been tortured to the point of wanting to die. Look at my injuries."
"No one has ever dared to lay a hand on me since I was born. Godfather, you treat me like your own son, but this scumbag..."
"He doesn't even put you in his eyes. I even mentioned your name."
"But he said that your godfather is not even as good as a dog in front of him, and he said many other unpleasant things that I can't even repeat."
He was embellishing the story.
Because he knew Liu Jinxuan's personality very well; he valued his reputation greatly.
He had already envisioned what would happen next.
His godfather would surely fly into a rage.
"What you said is true. In front of Young Master Mu, I am indeed not even as good as a dog." Liu Jinxuan said, then directly knelt with a bang in front of Mu Feng.
"Young Master Mu, Old Liu pays his respects."
Everyone present was stunned.
No one had expected such a turn of events.
The scar-faced man, following behind, widened his eyes like copper bells. He had known from the start that the master before him was definitely of extraordinary status.
His composure and calmness had made him hesitant to act rashly.
He felt immensely fortunate that his mind had reacted quickly, otherwise, he would have been dead.
Mu Feng's lips curved into a slight arc, his gaze falling on the dumbfounded Zhao Peng.
"I told you earlier not to speak too soon, but you wouldn't listen."
"You wanted Liu Jinxuan to slice me into a thousand pieces and grind my bones to dust."
"Now that he's here, you can say it."
Zhao Peng finally reacted, his voice trembling violently, "Godfather, have you mistaken him for someone else?"
"He is Mu Feng! The Mu family was annihilated seven years ago, and only he, a survivor, escaped."
"He is no longer Young Master Mu, just a stray dog."
Mu Feng's smile became even more pronounced, "Calling you foolish would be an honor."
"Handle it as you see fit!"
Liu Jinxuan only then dared to respond, "Yes!"
"Godfather, what are you going to do?" Zhao Peng cried out in fear.
"Slice you into a thousand pieces and grind your bones to dust."
"My current development is entirely thanks to Young Master Mu's grace."
"If Young Master Mu hadn't pulled me out from among the dead, I would have been a dead man six years ago. My life was given by Young Master Mu, and my arrival in Qinghai was to be a nail driven here."
His voice was not loud, but it caused immense shock.
A thought flashed through everyone's mind: the underworld king of Qinghai was merely a nail Mu Feng had driven into this place. How many arrangements had he made?
Zhao Peng's entire body trembled. He hastily pleaded, "Young Master Mu, I was blind and foolish. I beg you to give me a chance!"
"I promise I'll be your dog from now on. I'll bark for you, see if it sounds right."
"Woof woof..."
He had never begged anyone for mercy his entire life.
Nor did he have any experience.
These were the very words Shen Weihao had spoken when he knelt before him.
Mu Feng said calmly, "Old Liu, arrange for someone to escort my cousin back first."
"Yes!"
Liu Jinxuan bowed respectfully.
"Brother Feng, I'll be going back then." Meng Sha was also very sensible, knowing that the following matters might not be suitable for her to know.
Only three people remained in the private room.
Zhao Peng's face was ashen, his body trembling with fear.
"Young Master Mu, I dare not do it again. I beg you to spare my dog's life. Also, this matter was initiated by Shen Weihao. He said beating you up wasn't enough to vent his anger, and that Young Master Mu, you and Meng Sha have the closest relationship, so he wanted to strike at your heart..."