After such a long period of effort, the Mu family's crisis has been resolved, and they have also helped the country recover unexpected funds. Now, as the family sits together and recalls what has happened in the past few months, they still feel lingering fear.
Grandpa Mu and Mu Zhenting had no idea how much disaster their Mu family would have suffered without Mu Jingheng's reminder and efforts, but it was certain that they would have been demoted. Only Mu Jingheng knew the extent of the damage their family would have suffered. If it weren't for the many people who risked their lives to help them, their family would have been completely wiped out.
What a painful lesson!
You can never imagine how terrible greed can make a person.
Of course, this is also related to the Mu family's high position; otherwise, they wouldn't have been targeted by enemy agents, who then led those people to destroy the Mu family.
Mu Jingheng had some rare free time, so he rode his bicycle around, hoping to find something interesting.
Mu Jingheng is a spoiled brat, so he can't hide the location of the black market in Kyoto from him.
He had just ridden to the entrance of an alley when he unexpectedly saw a fight taking place inside. To call it a fight wouldn't be accurate; to be precise, it was a group of people overwhelmingly beating up one person.
The man was dressed in tattered clothes, his hair was messy, and one of his cloth shoes was missing. He was curled up, clutching his head, and letting the men punch and kick him.
Mu Jingheng sat on his bicycle, one foot on the ground, and after looking around the alley for a while, asked seemingly casually, "Hey, what are you guys doing?"
The group looked up at Mu Jingheng and saw that he was a pretty boy. The leader spat and warned, "Go do what you're supposed to do and mind your own business."
Mu Jingheng chuckled, looking quite relaxed. He leaned on the handlebars of his bicycle and said casually, "Don't you think it's unfair for so many of you to gang up on one person?"
Someone on the other end laughed out loud upon hearing this: "Who gave you, a mere pretty boy who hasn't even grown his hair yet, the right to tell me what to do? Why don't you come and make up the numbers?"
The others burst into laughter.
The person who was hit was curled up on the ground, clutching his head, motionless, and it was unclear whether he was still breathing.
Mu Jingheng laughed along. He straightened up and got off the bicycle, then used his foot to pull down the bicycle stand. After parking the bicycle, he calmly locked it and slowly walked towards those people.
The people opposite laughed when they saw Mu Jingheng's actions.
"Hey! I've run into someone who's not afraid of death today."
"Hahaha, is this kid out of his mind?"
Some even started whistling.
Mu Jingheng smiled wickedly, still walking at a leisurely pace, as if he had just seen an old friend and was going to say hello.
Only the leader's eyes were fixed on Mu Jingheng; he always felt that this man was a bit strange.
When Mu Jingheng walked up to him, the leader asked, "Comrade, which side are you from?"
Mu Jingheng put both hands in his pockets and asked with a half-smile, "What kind of person do I look like to you?"
Someone, displeased with Mu Jingheng, said, "Boss, who cares which side he's from? What can he possibly cause trouble for us?"
The leader glanced at the man and then said to Mu Jingheng, "We are all revolutionary guardians, and we are carrying out a mission. Comrade, please make way."
Mu Jingheng glanced at the group of people, then looked at the person on the ground, "Did he offend you?"
The leader pulled out a cigarette and offered it to Mu Jingheng, who pushed it back and laughed, "Hua Zi, looks like you're doing well, comrade!"
The leader didn't mind, put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it with a match, and exhaled a puff of smoke, saying, "It's alright, it's all for serving the people."
Mu Jingheng pointed at the other person, then at the person on the ground, and said with a smile, "Serving the people?"
The leader didn't respond, but instead said, "Judging from your demeanor, comrade, you're no ordinary person."
Mu Jingheng leaned against the wall like he had no bones, his hands still in his pockets, and looked at the other person meaningfully, teasingly saying, "Not an ordinary person, but..."
Mu Jingheng pointed to the sky but didn't continue.
The leader laughed heartily and said, "Comrade, you're really funny."
One of them couldn't stand it anymore and said aggressively, "You're just making a fuss. Let's see how your grandpa teaches you a lesson."
As he spoke, the man clenched his fist and swung it toward Mu Jingheng's face.
Mu Jingheng didn't even move his feet. He caught the incoming fist and then pinched the man's arm with his fingers pointing upwards.
Having spent a lot of time with Xu Xinning, he has become increasingly familiar with acupoints on the human body.
The man's arm went numb, and he could muster all his strength no matter what.
The leader saw that the man was holding his arm and knew that he had encountered a troublemaker today. His eyes flashed and he began to observe Mu Jingheng more carefully.
Kyoto has always been a center of power, and who knows what kind of extraordinary person you might accidentally run into? This is why the leader didn't dare to confront Mu Jingheng head-on.
His intuition was always accurate. He could tell that Mu Jingheng was not an ordinary passerby. Looking at his humble yet confident attitude and courage, he concluded that Mu Jingheng was not only skilled but also of extraordinary status. Otherwise, he would not have such an arrogant demeanor.
Mu Jingheng raised an eyebrow, glanced at the person on the ground, and asked, "What's going on?"
The leader was named Lu Zheng, a revolutionary guard from the Revolutionary Committee stationed at the street office. The others were just following him. Although he was called a revolutionary guard, he was really just a street thug who led people around aimlessly all day. To put it nicely, he was doing revolution; to put it bluntly, he was robbing people.
In this turbulent era, encountering such a thing is truly frustrating.
Thankfully, it's almost over.
It may be coming to an end soon; the darkness that had been dormant seems to be on the verge of going berserk.
Kyoto is currently quite unstable, and the tug-of-war has reached its final stage. Once this stage is over, our country will usher in spring.
Lu Zheng glanced at the person on the ground and said disdainfully, "A big capitalist."
Mu Jingheng: "A big capitalist? Tell me, what's the situation?"
When Mu Jingheng heard Lu Zheng mention "big capitalists," he immediately understood what was going on. These people must have thought they could profit from this person, which was why they were making such a big fuss.
Lu Zheng leaned against the wall and said with a smile, "His name is Xu Yao. He used to be an international student! See that big courtyard over there? And this whole street used to belong to his family."
Xu Yao?
Mu Jingheng felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
Mu Jingheng glanced at the large courtyard in the distance. It had now become a tenement, housing at least a dozen or twenty households.
I sighed inwardly; this is the tragedy of our times!
A former international student's abilities are undoubtedly exceptional, yet such a talented individual cannot even guarantee a basic standard of living.
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