Chapter 85: A Lesson

"What are you doing!"

The moment he saw Taishui's figure flash again, Uncle Seven's expression changed drastically. He had intended to dodge, but in the next instant his vision blurred, and then a searing cramp tore through his stomach. His body was sent flying and slammed brutally down beside Murong Fu.

Wang Jie, standing nearby, was already too terrified to think. These people were like harbingers of doom; from the moment they entered, they had started striking without a word. Even after Murong Fu and the others had declared their family names, they were still beaten like dead dogs.

By now Wang Jie was so frightened that he could not speak. One careless word, and he would be on the receiving end of another beating. The middle-aged man beside him stepped in front of Wang Jie, watching Xiao Yu and the others with a grave expression.

Xiao Yu's face was icy cold. The room was suddenly filled with an oppressive aura. He slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. For several minutes, he said nothing at all, and this only made Wang Jie and the others more uncertain about what he intended to do.

"Do you know that the person you struck today was my wife?" Xiao Yu's calm voice echoed through the room.

Those tranquil words alone made Wang Jie shiver.

"What, what are you going to do?" Wang Jie lay on the bed, inching backward, afraid that Taishui would make a move against him at the slightest disagreement.

"Nothing much. Just crippling you all," Xiao Yu said evenly.

When Xiao Yu finished speaking, the one cracking his knuckles was no longer Taishui alone. Even Jiang Qin and Li Ge wore cruel smiles.

"My friend, it is better to settle enmity than to deepen it. Do you really mean to make this impossible to resolve?"

At that moment, the middle-aged man who had been guarding Wang Jie spoke in a low voice. Though he appeared composed, his trembling legs betrayed him.

"Impossible to resolve? The Wang family and the Murong family do not yet have that qualification," Xiao Yu said faintly, then closed his eyes.

Just then, Li Ge moved. The middle-aged man from the Wang family only felt a blur before his body was struck and sent flying backward.

A mouthful of blood burst from his lips as he crashed to the floor.

He stared at Li Ge in utter shock. He had been training in martial arts since the age of eight and had now practiced for more than forty years. In the world of martial arts, he could be counted as a man with some measure of strength, yet he had never imagined that he could not even withstand a single blow from such a young man.

Li Ge looked darkly at Wang Jie on the bed and said coldly, "Wasn't it you who said you were going to sell my sister-in-law just now?"

It turned out that when Xiao Yu and the others had reached the doorway, they had overheard Wang Jie and the others speaking. Furious to the core, they had wasted no time and struck at once.

"I didn't! It wasn't me!" Wang Jie was terrified. After all, he was only a young man in his early twenties, and faced with such a scene, he was naturally shaken to the core.

Seeing Li Ge drawing closer and closer, a foul odor suddenly spread from Wang Jie's body. Looking more closely, it became clear that he had been scared out of control and urinated in his pants.

"Damn it, boss, this guy actually wet himself. Disgusting," Li Ge said, turning to Xiao Yu. He fanned the air in front of his nose with a look of disdain.

"If Wang Kun knew that his descendants were disgracing the Wang family like this outside, that old fellow would probably be infuriated to death," Li Ge mocked.

Wang Kun, the patriarch of one of the seven minor families, the Wang family, was already eighty years old, yet still hale and vigorous, leading the young and old of the clan. In terms of achievement alone, Wang Kun was several levels above Liu Junhe.

Hearing this stranger mention his grandfather's name, Wang Jie could not help but freeze. Suspicion began to stir in his heart as he wondered what exactly these people were. They knew his Wang family, yet they acted with such utter defiance. Either they had enough standing to shake the Wang family, or they were fools.

"You must be very curious why I know your grandfather's name. You'll find out in a moment," Li Ge said with a mysterious smile.

At that very moment, a phone rang in the room. Xiao Yu calmly took his mobile from his pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and then tossed the phone onto the bed.

"Answer it," Xiao Yu said carelessly.

Wang Jie hesitated slightly, then obediently picked up the phone. When he saw the number displayed on the screen, it struck him as vaguely familiar. A split second later, his face changed violently.

"Hello, gr-grandfather," Wang Jie stammered, speaking into the phone with utmost respect.

"Shut your mouth! Listen to me. If you still do not want to die, then get on your knees and apologize to Lord War King right now! Whatever Lord War King does, you are to endure it! Even if he cripples you, you are not to make a sound! If you have anyone to blame, blame yourself for being blind!"

As soon as Wang Jie spoke, a roar thundered from the other end, leaving him stunned. In all his life, he had never seen his grandfather this furious before, and it was because he had offended the very person in front of him. The look he gave Xiao Yu gradually filled with fear.

Although he did not know what the "War King" his grandfather mentioned represented, the urgency and dread in the old man's voice were plain enough. Wang Jie was frightened.

He then scrambled forward, fell to the ground with a thud, and knelt before Xiao Yu.

"Big brother, I was wrong, big brother. Please, just forgive me this once," Wang Jie said in terror, then hammered his head three times against the floor before Xiao Yu.

The sight shocked Murong Fu, who was leaning against the wall. He truly could not imagine what kind of background this man had that Wang Jie could change so completely after only a single phone call.

Just as Murong Fu was filled with confusion, the phone in Uncle Seven's pocket also rang at that moment.

Hearing the sound from his pocket, Uncle Seven endured the pain in his body and pulled out his phone. When he saw the caller ID, his pupils contracted sharply, because the person calling was none other than the old master of the Murong family.

"Old master," Uncle Seven had barely begun to speak when the Murong patriarch on the other end cut him off.

"Old Seven, whatever means you must use, you must obtain the forgiveness of the person before you! Otherwise, do not come back to the Murong family. Your lives and deaths will have nothing more to do with us."

With that, the line went dead. Uncle Seven stood there blankly, phone in hand, utterly at a loss.