"Pah! My sister must be blind to have fallen for you!"
"What's so good about you? You're a shifty-eyed fox! What else can you do besides use underhanded tricks behind people's backs!"
"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll beat you so badly you won't be able to get out of bed for three months, believe it or not!"
Lu Ming's arrogant and domineering manner is truly a sight to behold, I wonder who he took after.
Mu Zian's gaze turned slightly cold as he pointed to the door on the ground.
"Pick up the door for me, or I'll break your legs!"
Lu Ming was taken aback upon hearing this, but then snorted coldly.
"Mu Zi'an, you are so hypocritical and despicable! You have completely disgraced the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion..."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Zian had already appeared in front of Lu Ming in a flash, and then raised his foot and stomped down.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and the dozen or so men who had followed them had no time to react.
With a cracking sound, Lu Ming's leg bent backwards at a ninety-degree angle.
A scream pierced the sky!
"Ouch! My leg! Mu Ziran, how dare you hit me!"
Pain and anger alternated on Lu Ming's face.
Mu Zian's expression remained calm.
Lu Ming thought he would tolerate and indulge him for Lu Yunxue's sake, just like before.
Unfortunately, the past is the past, and the present is the present!
Anyone who dares to speak rudely to him will be taught a lesson by Mu Zi'an.
"Pick up the door!"
At this moment, Lu Ming could no longer hold back! He roared at the people around him.
"Are you all blind?! Didn't you see I got beaten up? Get him! Break his legs! No! Break both of them! I'll take the blame if anything happens! Whoever makes the first move gets fifty taels of silver!"
Upon hearing this, several burly men around him immediately became agitated.
Lu Ming glared fiercely at Mu Zi'an and said.
"You got Li Shi to fire me! I won't let you get away with this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen burly men rushed towards Mu Zi'an.
These men were notorious thugs in the capital, each one a ruthless and cunning individual who had lived on the edge.
"Sorry, young master! We're just doing this for money! You heard what Master Lu said. If you behave and let us break your legs, this matter will be over. If you resist, don't blame us for being ruthless with our fists."
A cruel smile crept onto Mu Zi'an's lips.
I vaguely remember that the last person to say this was Shen Congwu, the commander of the Imperial Guards.
If Mu Zi'an hadn't held back his strength back then, today would probably be the first day of his seventh day memorial service.
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