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The middle-aged man crouched on the ground, realizing that he could have avoided the blow with his martial artist reflexes. However, he had not expected the young boy opposite him to actually strike. Tears mixed with blood streamed down his face as he became acutely aware of his embarrassment. Suddenly, he sprang to his feet, ready to charge at Mo Wen, no longer caring about the boy's realm.
"Old Eight, what happened?" A voice came from behind him, belonging to his master. The burly man halted just in time and quickly retreated to his master's side, wiping the tears and blood from his face as he hurriedly reported.
"Oh? So that's what happened. It seems this young brother has some skills," Wang Tian said after listening to Old Eight's account. He looked at Mo Wen, who stood lazily by the tea table, one hand holding a teapot and the other a teacup, pouring himself tea without a hint of tension. Wang Tian, known as the genius of the Wang family, had already approached the level of his family's head at a young age. He was arrogant enough to believe that no one in Moro City could surpass him except for the Moro Three Young Masters. Having grown accustomed to being domineering, he had forgotten that they were in Wu Hui.
"This young brother, I sent my servant here to ask you for a seat. Since you refuse, why resort to violence against my Wang family?" Wang Tian stepped forward and casually cupped his hands in a gesture that seemed polite but was actually quite aggressive.
"Oh? You must be young master Wang of the Moro Three Young Masters. According to your reasoning, your Wang family members are untouchable? If it were someone from the the Bai Family or the Liu Family, would it be acceptable to harm them? Moreover, with so many witnesses present, who saw me strike anyone? If you don't believe me, you can ask around; I even warned your Wang Ba that the stool was unstable and not to hurt himself." Mo Wen raised his teacup and gestured around as if offering a toast. His words cut deeply; upon hearing them, Bai and Liu's expressions darkened instantly. They shot a cold glance at Wang Tian and turned away with a huff.
The servant, already disfigured, felt even worse when Mo Wen referred to him as "Wang Ba." His master called him Old Eight, but he did not share the Wang surname. Although Mo Wen had struck first, he was confident that no one could have noticed given how quickly he moved; all he did was nudge the stool with his foot without releasing any energy.
"You!" Seeing Bai and Liu leave, Wang Tian was furious and unleashed his aura in an attempt to suppress Mo Wen. Though arrogant, he had not yet dared to act violently within Feng Ming Tower.
"Oh! Planning to make a move? I must say, young master Wang, are you really going to act without verifying if I'm right? If I recall correctly, the city lord's office issued a notice prohibiting private fights during Wu Hui," Mo Wen replied calmly, unaffected by Wang Tian's aura.
" young master Wang! Are you really considering fighting in my humble establishment?" The manager of the tea house approached their table after being guided by an attendant, hands clasped behind his back as he regarded Wang Tian.
"Oh dear, Steward Ding! I wouldn't dare fight in your Feng Ming Tower. It's just that my servant was injured by that boy over there; I'm merely seeking an explanation," Wang Tian said immediately switching his demeanor upon seeing Steward Ding, smiling apologetically while pointing at Mo Wen.
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