Chapter 109
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Chapter 109: Slapped in the Face! Hard!
Zhang Yang’s clear voice resonated through the tavern, reaching every ear.
The tense atmosphere had already sown seeds of doubt in many, though they hesitated to trust their instincts. Was the bet truly over so soon? It had just begun, with a promised duration of a month. How could it end in such a short time? Could it be that Zhang Yang had foreseen everything, preparing long in advance to challenge Liu Feijue?
As this thought surfaced, unease spread among the crowd.
If true, it meant Zhang Yang had been setting a trap for Liu Feijue from the start, one deep enough to ensnare him completely.
After all, Liu Feijue was the Young Master of the Liu Family. If he lost and had to bow to someone, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Silence!
Not a sound could be heard, only eyes collectively fixed on Liu Feijue.
Irritated, Liu Feijue slammed his hand on the table and barked, “What are you all staring at? I haven’t lost; this is just the beginning.”
After he spoke, he noticed Qiu Yuwan’s gaze filled with pity, sending a chill down his spine.
Someone muttered, “Miss Qiu didn’t say anything, but Moonview Tower must have received intelligence. They could find out.”
Many glanced at Yi Ren Zui.
Yi Ren Zui pretended not to notice; in this atmosphere, she would not involve herself.
In the end, everyone’s gaze remained fixed on Qiu Yuwan.
Zhang Yang was in no hurry, nor did he press anyone. He maintained a relaxed demeanor, enjoying the food and drink since Liu Feijue was treating. He occupied an entire table, and the dishes were plentiful, costing a significant amount of spirit stones. As a frugal man, he never wasted anything.
Qiu Yuwan bit her lip, she knew it was better to speak sooner rather than later. Even if she didn’t say anything, others would eventually find out—it was only a matter of time. Being stuck in this situation would only make it worse. She bit her beautifully red lip and finally said, “Mo Fei was assassinated.”
These six words, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, shocked everyone, even though many had already guessed it. They still felt dizzy from the revelation.
“Impossible! Mo Fei possessed an extraordinary realm, unparalleled skills, and powerful subordinates. She was also a favored consort of the current emperor—with so many royal experts, how could she be killed? Absolutely impossible!”
The first to object was a member of the Mo family.
They refused to believe it.
With Mo Ye dead, Mo Lin dead, Mo Zhendao dead, Mo Chi’er dead, and even two Lords dead, if Mo Fei died too, it would truly mark the end of the Mo family.
Even if some Mo family members still lived and one faction guarded the unacknowledged Nightstone Mine, people would still conclude that the Mo family was annihilated—that was indisputable.
What hope, then, would the external forces of the Mo family have?
They would naturally collapse, for the Mo family had been too domineering and too strong, offending and killing countless people. How many would seek revenge? Without the Mo family’s backing, any mention of them meant… death.
That’s why they were the most nervous.
“Mo Fei was assassinated by the Underworld Assassin Organization,” Long Luanshen said. “That doesn’t necessarily mean Zhang Yang is the mastermind.”
This assertion quickly gained support from many.
After all, it wasn’t the people from the Vast Forest who had acted, so anything was possible.
Zhang Yang remained silent.
Qiu Yuwan then spoke bitterly, “After Mo Fei was assassinated, someone used her blood to write a message on the ground.”
Long Luanshen’s expression tightened. He shot a fierce look at Zhang Yang, feeling as though he might be in danger, especially since he had earlier claimed he would acknowledge Zhang Yang as his older brother if Zhang Yang truly destroyed the Mo family.
He also felt a twinge of anger toward Qiu Yuwan; why not just say everything directly instead of pausing like this?
Qiu Yuwan took a deep breath. She felt hatred—hatred for Zhang Yang, wishing she could tear him apart. Moments ago, she had basked in triumph, but now she had to say something that would slap her in the face, ruining her so-called nobility.
What drove her mad the most was that she had no choice but to say it. She couldn’t let others mock her or see that she lacked the courage to speak up.
It was a series of self-inflicted slaps that left the proud and noble Qiu Yuwan furious. Gritting her teeth, she finally said, “The statement read: ‘The Southern Region will eventually be redefined because of me. I am the Vast Forest!’”
Once again, the scene fell into silence.
This time, denial was impossible; it was indeed Zhang Yang’s doing.
Though many people hailed from the Vast Forest, only Zhang Yang dared to claim he represented it. Even Bing Yuyan, Li Kunhai, and Shang Zhu never made such a claim, as they were merely three sects among many. Only Zhang Yang stood out.
Bang!
Liu Feijue slammed his hand on the table, shattering it. Dishes flew everywhere as he growled, “Zhang Yang! You pathetic country bumpkin! You actually set a trap for me. You made a deal with the Underworld Assassin Organization to deliberately frame me!”
Everyone understood now—this had been a clear trap.
The problem was that Liu Feijue had walked right into it.
What drove others mad was the realization that they had all fallen into this trap together. They had loudly declared Zhang Yang’s inevitable loss, mocking and ridiculing him.
Now, they had been slapped in the face.
Someone smiled bitterly and said, “So we were the ones making noise earlier, and in Zhang Yang’s eyes, we were just a bunch of clowns.”
Many faces turned pale, including Liu Feijue, Qiu Yuwan, and Long Luanshen.
They had all mocked Zhang Yang as a clown, only to discover they were the real fools.
“Do you remember what I told you?” Zhang Yang said lightly. “I said that we are even now, so don’t provoke me again, or you will regret it.”
Liu Feijue wanted to grind his teeth into dust. It was beyond regret; he felt overwhelmed with bitterness and frustration.
“Take your time; we can chat slowly,” Zhang Yang said.
Liu Feijue wanted to curse. Even just staying here was a painful ordeal for him.
Zhang Yang raised a finger and said, “First of all, do you still acknowledge the bet?”
Liu Feijue certainly didn’t want to acknowledge it, but could he say that out loud?
If there were no witnesses, he might have denied it outright. But now, with everyone in Mo City watching, he had made a spectacle of it.
He was still the Young Master of the Liu family, the head of the Liu family’s operations here. If he denied the bet, what would happen to the Liu family’s reputation and the credibility of the Five Elements Commerce Association?
Regardless of how others viewed it, his competitors within the Liu family would seize the opportunity to exploit the situation, leaving him no choice but to acknowledge it.
“Do you acknowledge it? If you don’t, that’s fine. I’m a man of principle; I don’t force anyone,” Zhang Yang said.
Liu Feijue felt like tearing Zhang Yang apart. In this situation, he claimed he didn’t force people? Just denying it was an open threat!
He was Liu Feijue, the distinguished Young Master of the Liu family; how could he not acknowledge it?
Liu Feijue’s teeth were nearly ground to dust as he angrily said, “I, as the Young Master, always keep my word.”
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Zhang Yang clapped enthusiastically and said loudly, “Well done, Young Master Liu! You are quite trustworthy; let’s all applaud him.”
Who would dare to clap? That would only add to Liu Feijue’s humiliation.
Zhang Yang smirked. “Oh, come on. You all look down on Young Master Liu! Why aren’t you clapping? Are you belittling him?”
People upstairs lowered their heads, pretending not to see or hear. It was clear Zhang Yang was mocking them; after they had cheered so loudly earlier, retribution had arrived.
“Look, Young Master Liu, they do not acknowledge you! You are so trustworthy, so sincere, so committed to your promises. How noble you are! And yet, they refuse to applaud for you. That shows they look down on you.”
The entire tavern echoed with Zhang Yang’s voice.
Liu Feijue found it incredibly grating, and he shouted, “Enough!”
Zhang Yang coldly smiled. “Not enough; we have only just begun.”
