Chapter 107
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Chapter 107: The Whole City Boils Over
The bet swept through Mo City like a whirlwind, capturing the attention of everyone within its walls.
Regardless of their allegiances, the people of Mo City were filled with excitement.
No matter how much Liu Feijue belittled the Vast Forest or underestimated Zhang Yang, he couldn’t change the fact that Zhang Yang’s name had become widely known across the Southern Region.
As a result, crowds flocked to witness the spectacle.
Some were allies of the Mo family, others were enemies, and many were simply there to watch the drama unfold. The influx of people was so overwhelming that Moonview Tower had to restrict entry, leaving Liu Feijue to decide who could enter, as he was the host.
Naturally, only those with power and status were granted access.
The Young Master of the Burial Dragon Forbidden Ground, Long Luanshen, arrived.
The young lady of Embrace Moon Tower, Qiu Yuwan, also made her appearance.
Many others whom Zhang Yang didn’t recognize were present as well—all individuals of power and influence, men and women, young and old.
What intrigued Zhang Yang the most was the presence of members from the Underworld Assassin Organization, including one assassin he was familiar with—Blood Asura.
Their eyes met briefly before they looked away.
Yet, Zhang Yang caught a flicker of something in Blood Asura’s gaze, which only made his smile widen.
To heighten the tension, a killer from the Black Cloak Pavilion also appeared openly.
As a member of the Demon Slayer Team and a sworn rival of the Underworld Assassin Organization, the simultaneous presence of these two top competitors caused quite a stir.
Zhang Yang didn’t need Liu Feijue to arrange anything for him. Instead, he instinctively chose the central table on the ninth floor.
He knew people would mock him, taunt him, and attempt to humiliate him. As a pure-hearted good person, he felt obligated to consider their feelings and give them the opportunity to do so.
To his left sat Long Luanshen and his entourage from the Burial Dragon Forbidden Ground.
To his right were Qiu Yuwan and her companions from Embrace Moon Tower.
Facing him was Liu Feijue, accompanied by members of the Liu family.
Behind him sat the relatives of the Mo family.
Other tables were occupied by individuals of power and influence, while Yi Ren Zui chose a quiet corner, blending into the background like an observer enjoying the unfolding drama.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the food and drinks will take a little time to arrive. In the meantime, I have a proposal,” Liu Feijue announced loudly. “Help this Young Master decide where we should make this country bumpkin kneel.”
His words ignited a wave of excitement throughout the tavern, with cheers even rising from the lower floors.
“Right here in Moonview Tower! Invite everyone in Mo City to watch!”
“Take him to the Mo family estate! Since he destroyed the Mo family, let him kneel there!”
“Bring him to the Imperial Capital and make him kneel before the entire world to apologize to the Young Master!”
“Let him stir up trouble in the Vast Forest and think himself important. This time, make him kneel a thousand times! The Young Master didn’t specify how many—he can keep kneeling until he dies!”
“Hahaha! A brilliant idea! Kneel until he dies!”
Laughter and jeers filled the air.
Zhang Yang sat alone at his table, took a sip of his drink, and murmured to himself, “Kneel until he dies? Hmm, not a bad idea.”
Indeed, the wisdom of the masses was boundless; they could conjure up solutions for anything.
Liu Feijue burst into hearty laughter.
Long Luanshen sneered, “A mere bumpkin from the Vast Forest dares to be insolent? How laughable! Naïve! Foolish!”
“I believe one should be magnanimous. Given our noble status, we shouldn’t stoop to the level of such lowly creatures,” Qiu Yuwan remarked. “If he were to weep and kneel, begging for mercy, we might consider granting him the honor of being a dog.”
Her seemingly benevolent offer was, in truth, far more venomous.
This elicited a chorus of approval.
“To serve as Young Master Liu’s dog would be his greatest honor!”
“Hahaha! Perhaps we should let this dog practice his barks first?”
“Make him bark! Make him bark!”
The clamor was deafening.
It seemed as though Moonview Tower might be lifted off its foundations, such was the fervor of the crowd.
Liu Feijue clapped and laughed. “A splendid idea, young lady! I’ve been in need of a dog to eat excrement.”
The Liu family members jeered at Zhang Yang, chanting, “Zhang the Dog! Zhang the Dog! Zhang the Dog!”
Unbeknownst to them, in the eyes of Zhang Yang and many others, they were the true dogs of Liu Feijue.
Zhang Yang poured himself another drink, observing the grotesque expressions around him.
He murmured as if to himself, “Some always deem themselves superior, yet fail to see that in others’ eyes, they are merely pitiful jesters, clinging to their ancestors’ glory, amounting to nothing but arrogance.”
“How absurd. What’s wrong with ancestral legacy? Do you even have one?” Liu Feijue retorted.
Long Luanshen mocked, “This is pure envy—the mindset of the lowly.”
Qiu Yuwan added, “Some are simply blind to reality.”
A wave of sycophantic cheers followed.
Zhang Yang remarked lightly, “Your understanding is pitiful, yet you hold yourselves in high regard. You have your legacy, your clan, your pride. But remember, one misstep, and you’ll become the disgrace of your family. What then?”
“Liu Feijue, tell me—what if you were to lose?”
His words were meant as a gentle reminder.
Liu Feijue scoffed. “You think you can best me? Betting with you is an act of charity. Normally, you’re unworthy of even addressing me—you don’t deserve it!”
Zhang Yang replied calmly, “Such self-aggrandizing talk is meaningless. The outcome is all that matters.”
“Then concede. I might consider letting you be my dog,” Liu Feijue sneered. “In less than half a day, word will reach Mo Fei. Defeating you is so trivial, it’s almost dull. You’re not worth my effort; you’re far beneath me.”
Long Luanshen vociferously agreed.
Qiu Yuwan chuckled. “Brother Liu, it’s just a dog; no need to engage. Let’s toast to the Young Master’s impending victory—and his new pet.”
“Come, let’s raise our glasses to the Young Master!” Long Luanshen laughed.
Across all nine levels of the tavern, nearly everyone stood.
“To the Young Master! May he triumph in his wager!”
Their voices united in a resounding chorus, clear and loud enough to be heard outside, sparking a frenzy of cheers.
Liu Feijue drained his glass and laughed. “Exhilarating! Exhilarating!”
The crowd roared with laughter.
Zhang Yang scanned the room, noting the few who remained seated, unwilling to join the toast.
Blood Asura’s absence was no surprise.
The members of the Black Cloak Pavilion lingered like specters, their presence faint yet unnerving.
Kou Feiyan, seated and drinking heavily, glared at Zhang Yang with fierce hatred. When their eyes met, she bared her teeth, her expression one of raw fury, as though she longed to tear him apart. The small Golden-Winged Great Roc on her shoulder cast a cold, menacing gaze.
What truly intrigued Zhang Yang, however, was Yi Ren Zui. She was like a serene orchid in a secluded valley, utterly detached from the vulgar clamor. She even offered Zhang Yang a playful smile and raised her glass.
Zhang Yang reciprocated with a nod and a raised glass.
At the height of the excitement, Blood Asura produced a communication stone. In that fleeting moment, Zhang Yang caught his eye and received a subtle nod.
Zhang Yang smiled.
He knew.
The assassination had succeeded.
Mo Fei was no more.
In this wager, he had already won—while those around him continued to cheer for Liu Feijue, oblivious to the truth.
The success of the assassination came as no surprise. With the Mo family *decimated and their martial arts lords slain, the once-formidable Mo Fei had been bound to lash out in fury, presenting the perfect opportunity for the Underworld Assassin Organization.
[*"Decimated" originally meant to kill one in every ten, coming from the Roman practice of punishing mutinous soldiers by executing 10% of them.]
Thus, the deal struck that day and its swift success were to be expected, especially with a master assassin from the Underworld Assassin Organization at the helm.
This also revealed to Zhang Yang the terrifying prowess of the Underworld Assassin Organization. Mo Fei, a favored concubine of the Great Xia Emperor, residing in the Daxia Imperial Capital, had been assassinated with scarcely any time for reconnaissance or planning. Such efficiency was undeniably formidable—or perhaps indicative of a long-standing intent to eliminate the Daxia royal family.
What caught Zhang Yang off guard was Yi Ren Zui’s keen observation of his subtle exchange with Blood Asura. Her deep, beautiful eyes suddenly gleamed with a piercing light as she summoned an attendant, whispered a few words, and sent them off with a puzzled glance in Zhang Yang’s direction.
Zhang Yang set his glass down with deliberate force, the sound drawing all eyes to him.
He declared, “I have something to say.”
