Prodigal System in the Flourishing City-Chapter 1209 - 1208: Trying to Scare Me?

Mo Wentian, with a ferocious expression, grabbed the so-called Kuang Wang and strode out!

Soon, sounds of explosions followed.

Yes, no screams were heard, only soft explosion sounds echoing.

The first sound came.

Ye Changsheng said indifferently, "Muscle rupture."

The second sound came.

Ni Huang furrowed her brows, "Internal organs ruptured."

The third sound came.

Zuo An picked up a bottle of wine and said, "Bones shattered."

The fourth sound came.

Ling Xiaozi adjusted his clothes, "Dantian ruptured."

The fifth sound came.

Wu Weizi sighed, "Skull shattered."

The sixth sound came.

Master Zhi Xing slightly closed his eyes, "Amitabha."

Lu Xiaobu understood; the so-called Kuang Wang was dead!

No one felt pity or regret; even Master Zhi Xing merely uttered a Buddhist prayer!

This is Jianghu; without strength, don’t show off!

Challenging a Grandmaster is already a death sentence, let alone challenging twelve Grandmasters?! Moreover, recklessly releasing pressure?!

This is a death sentence of death sentences!

If this Kuang Wang survives and spreads this tale—a Half-step Master challenging twelve Grandmasters and surviving—the Grandmasters’ face would be completely lost?!

Thus, this Kuang Wang was destined not to survive, yet the only pity was that he encountered the furious Mo Wentian.

He suffered torment before his death!

Soon, Mo Wentian returned, drenched in blood, his gaze fierce, and looked straight at Lu Xiaobu.

The intention was clear—this would be your fate in the future!

However!

Lu Xiaobu wasn’t intimidated at all, "What? Threaten me? Let me tell you, the cleaning fee is ten million!"

"Kid! Don’t push it!" Mo Wentian was so furious that he was close to spontaneous combustion!

What sort of creature was this brat?!

How could he have such guts?!

He had just disassembled a person alive, and a Half-step Master no less!

Yet this brat dared to provoke him?!

"Push it?" Lu Xiaobu sneered, "Zhang Meng, call the police. Tell them a murder has occurred here."

"Yes!" Zhang Meng immediately nodded, pulling out his phone.

Instantly!

Mo Wentian’s face turned green!

Green turning black!

Lu Xiaobu, you bastard!

You don’t follow the rules!

Calling the police?!

If the police really came, while they couldn’t do anything to him, he’d still have to go through the process of proving his identity and the identity of the opponent!

They are about to issue the Master Token, and Mo Wentian would be arrested?!

To have this rumored would be even more humiliating than being challenged by that Kuang Wang!

All other Grandmasters twitched their mouths.

Impressive! Truly impressive!

Oh my! Who on earth would think of calling the police upon seeing a Grandmaster kill a Half-step Master?!

Couldn’t mess with this guy if possible!

Killing him was easy, but this brat was too cunning.

His means were bizarre and unpredictable, making it impossible to guard against, risking humiliation with each slip!

Look at Mo Wentian, such a powerful figure?!

An ancestor of the Underworld, when that so-called Kuang Wang saw him, he would kneel.

But then? Look at Lu Xiaobu.

First, he ordered people to attack Mo Wentian, then cursed continuously, then deliberately made things difficult and demanded compensation, and now treats the blood-covered, fiercely murderous Mo Wentian like air, threatening to call the police?!

This guy is like tough meat that can’t be chewed or torn!

If there is no conflict of interest, avoiding provocation is the best choice.

"Wait, wait. There’s no need, no need!" Ye Changsheng stepped out to mediate, stopping Zhang Meng who was calling.

In his heart, he felt aggrieved; logically speaking, Lu Xiaobu, as the junior and local host, should be mediating!

But look at Lu Xiaobu’s demeanor; he was even more arrogant than the Grandmasters.

Pressing Mo Wentian to madness!

Expecting Lu Xiaobu to mediate clearly was nonsensical!

Thus he, the organizer, couldn’t avoid mediation!

Simultaneously, he complained internally, where were the Xue Family members? Though summoned by the Jianghu Order, as the face of Jianghu, isn’t anyone from the Xue Family coming?!

If they came, it wouldn’t have been up to him to be the mediator!

If Xue Changzhi heard Ye Changsheng’s words, he’d surely smirk:

Do you think I’m stupid? It’s either you’re unaware of Lu Xiaobu’s personality or I’m not aware of Lu Xiaobu’s persona?!

Last time the Jianghu Order was issued, Lu Xiaobu openly ate cold shoulders everywhere in Shimen!

Considering three Grandmasters were present then!

Now, what difference does the Master Token make?!

To Lu Xiaobu, is there a difference between three Grandmasters and twelve Grandmasters?!

Hence, we’re not sending anyone over! Whoever goes, suffers! Wait until another arrives!

Mo Wentian saw Ye Changsheng mediating; he held back a shout—who do you think you are!

However, he also realized if he rejected Ye Changsheng, no one would mediate this!

Thus, he could only snort coldly and remain silent.

Frustrating! So damn frustrating!

Since becoming a Grandmaster, this was the first time for such frustration!

"Alright, I’ll be generous and not mention this matter." Lu Xiaobu waved his hand, "Everyone’s rooms are ready, feel free to rest, or you can stay for a drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wentian turned and left.

Knowing there wouldn’t be a cup for him, he wouldn’t stay to humiliate himself.

After Mo Wentian left, Ni Huang also stood and left the hall.

The other six unintroduced Grandmasters also left the hall to their rooms.

Leaving only Zuo An and three Grandmasters with some ties to Lu Xiaobu.

"Amitabha, I will not drink." Master Zhi Xing smiled.

"Master, please do as you wish." Lu Xiaobu nodded.

"Then I will go rest." Master Zhi Xing left.

So, the hall only had six people left, including Lu Xiaobu and Zhang Meng.

"Please sit." Lu Xiaobu invited the Grandmasters to sit.

"You handled this beautifully today." Zuo An smiled, opened a bottle of wine, and drank, "I didn’t expect that old bastard to suffer at your hands!"

"Small matter, small matter." Lu Xiaobu waved his hand humbly.

Everyone twitched their lips.

Is this humility?!

This is pure arrogance!

Making a Grandmaster suffer, yet calling it a small matter?!

What then constitutes a big deal?!

Ye Changsheng sneered on the side—don’t disbelieve them; to him, it truly is a small matter! Because, to him, a big deal was having you all make tea for him!