There was another sentence that Mo Bin did not say. Their Marquis' Mansion was now in decline and had no one in the court. If the Minister of War reported them, things would not be resolved peacefully. No, even the current situation was a troublesome matter. Mo Bin regretted his impetuous behavior. If he had persuaded Mo Yu just now, perhaps he would not have to offend the Wei Mansion.
Mo Yu frowned and looked thoughtfully at Wei Xiongfeng who was wriggling like a maggot on the ground.
Seeing that Mo Yu was motionless, Wei Xiongfeng immediately became arrogant and kicked Mo Yu directly: "You idiot, why don't you let me go quickly? When my father comes back, you will be dead!"
Mo Yu lowered his head and looked at the footprint on Jie Bai's body. He said in a deep voice, "Mo Bin, you are wrong. The rule of this world is that the strong are respected. Blindly tolerating and escaping will only make those disgusting and ugly people more arrogant and presumptuous. Only by becoming strong can you avoid being bullied!"
Mo Yu calmly patted the footprints on his body. In his previous life, he already knew the importance of power and strength. He stepped on Wei Xiongfeng's chest and swung his sword without hesitation, and Wei Xiongfeng's tendons in his hands and feet were cut.
Wei Xiongfeng screamed in pain. The intense pain made him break out in cold sweats. He kept rolling back and forth on the ground, looking extremely miserable. The man who originally looked like a playboy suddenly became disgusting.
Mo Yu turned to look at Mo Ranran, who had already packed up and opened the door. She ignored Wei Xiongfeng rolling on the ground, smiled, and waved at her: "Let's go, we're going home!"
Mo Ranran nodded vigorously, ran to Mo Yu's side happily, and looked at Wei Xiongfeng who was rolling on the ground with screams, hesitantly: "Brother, what should we do with him!"
Mo Yu snorted coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person: "If he dares to make a move on you, then there is only one way waiting for him!"
Wei Xiongfeng didn't expect that Mo Yu would actually dare to attack him, and now he panicked: "Mo Yu, what do you want to do? Don't forget that our Wei family is extremely powerful. If you dare to kill me, my father will not let you go!"
Mo Yu had no reaction to Wei Xiongfeng's threat. He took Mo Ranran and walked out the door. He threw the sword in his hand behind him, and screams rang out.
Mo Ranran wanted to turn around to see what was going on, but Mo Yu said gently but firmly: "Ranran, there is no need to let these dirty things insult your eyes."
Mo Bin watched the sword hit Wei Xiongfeng's chest and killed him directly. He was confused. Was this really the young marquis they had been obsessed with for twenty years? He had such a good aim. Even he couldn't guarantee that he could kill him directly. Then he shook his head. Forget it. Why think so much? Maybe the young marquis was gifted. The most important thing now was to think about how to end it. Wei Weiyan, that old man, would definitely not let it go!
In his previous life, Mo Yu had been working part-time while studying for his master's degree. He had been exposed to all kinds of industries, including boxing, Sanda, shooting, and sparring. Gradually, he understood a lot. Unfortunately, two fists were no match for four hands, and in the end, Mo Ran ended up with a tragic death.
Mo Yu had just returned to Marquis Weiwu's mansion and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when someone came from the palace.
Mo Bin went to meet him, his tone sounding familiar. The man was the eunuch of the previous emperor, who had been following the new emperor since he ascended the throne. He was a man of considerable means. He said respectfully, "Eunuch Li, why are you here?"