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"Oh, I wouldn't dare to climb the high branches of Young Master Wang. The ins and outs of this matter have been clearly explained to me by my friend. Young Master Wang should really discipline his own dog; this Moro City is not your Wang family's backyard." The steward named Ding cast a glance at Wang Tian, his hands still clasped behind his back, showing no respect for him.
"Yes, yes, it's my failure to manage them properly. I will certainly discipline my attendants from now on. Old Eight, hurry over and apologize to Steward Ding!" At this moment, Wang Tian felt like a mute eating bitter herbs. He often roamed around Moro City, and although he was known as one of the Moro Three Young Masters, their usual activities involved drinking, gambling, and harassing women. Whenever the Official Government caught wind of their misdeeds, they would simply pay to smooth things over. Though they were rascals, there were some powers they dared not offend, one of which was the Feng Ming Tower. The crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle saw Wang Tian's predicament and quickly lost interest, turning back to their tea and conversations as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, Mo Wen remained poised with one hand holding a cup and the other grasping the teapot.
"No need for that; your people disturbed my guests. You should apologize to this young brother instead."
"Steward Ding's kindness is appreciated, but as for Young Master Wang's fault, I cannot accept it. Upon arriving in your esteemed place, I heard of the illustrious reputation of the Moro Three Young Masters, and seeing it today is indeed remarkable. If I were to accept Young Master Wang's apology here in Moro City, it would be fine, but once I leave this city, I fear I might end up as carrion in the wilderness." Mo Wen was not trying to disrespect Steward Ding; he knew that Wang Tian would not let things go easily, so he decided to provoke him a little.
"You!..." Wang Tian was infuriated by the young man's nonchalant demeanor. Originally intending for his servant to apologize, it had turned into a situation where he himself was expected to apologize. In Moro City, he was used to making others apologize; he had never been in a position to apologize himself.
"Since Steward Ding is here, please be a witness. Just now, Young Master Wang claimed that I injured Wang Ba and demanded an explanation from me. Does Young Master Wang still remember this matter?" Steward Ding looked at Mo Wen with interest; the youth did not seem unfamiliar with the notorious reputation of the Moro Three Young Masters. Knowing this yet acting so boldly could mean he was either naive or had ulterior motives.
"Of course I remember. Out of respect for Steward Ding, I won't hold this against you today."
"Oh no, that won't do! Although Wang Ba is just a servant, he cannot suffer injury without reason. If word gets out, it would tarnish Young Master Wang's reputation." Mo Wen feigned concern like a caring younger brother.
"What do you want then?" Wang Tian was clearly falling into the trap.
"Naturally, I want to seek justice for your Wang Ba! We can't let him suffer such an injustice for no reason." At that moment, the middle-aged servant referred to as "Wang Ba" sensed that things were going awry.
"Young Master, this isn't anyone else's fault; it was that stool that was unstable. I..." He felt that if things continued like this, his young master might face serious trouble. Forgetting his own caution, he hurriedly explained to Wang Tian.
"Oh? So you mean to say that there's something wrong with the stools at Feng Ming Tower? That it was the stool that attacked first?" Steward Ding interrupted before Wang Ba could finish speaking.
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