Chapter 103: Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner

When Mo Ruyu finished his command, Jun Xian felt a shadow appear in front of him.

He raised his head slightly and saw a man who was over eight feet tall.

The man was shirtless and had bulging muscles all over his body. One could clearly see his exploding muscles beneath the surface of his skin, as well as his face covered with scars, making him look as hideous as a devil.

Mo Ruyu suddenly opened the fan and shook it in front of herself.

He said it with disdain.

"I don't care who you are. As long as you have absolute strength, you have to obey me in everything."

The young masters and young masters behind Mo Ruyu all shouted excitedly.

"Master Mo is right."

"Yan Gui seems to have improved his strength even more."

"Hit him."

"Hit him."

"Let this country bumpkin from out of town see what a capital city is like."

"Our capital city is not the place you stayed in before, where there are only small shrimps. In our city, strength is the most important thing. The strong are respected and the weak can only be slaves."

"Hehe, Yan Gui, hurry up and beat it into a pulp. I can't wait any longer. Go ahead!"

Mo Ruyu's face was full of satisfaction.

He listened to the people behind him cheering him on, and the smile on his lips became more unpredictable.

"I'll tell you the truth, I'm the king in this capital."

"I think you are good-looking. If you are willing to kneel down and kowtow to me and beg for mercy, I might be willing to show mercy and spare your life, let you stay by my side, and reluctantly take you into my mansion."

"How are you doing?"

Jun Xian frowned slightly after hearing this.

Junshan immediately bared his teeth.

How dare someone say such words to you, sir?

It's really too presumptuous.

If he doesn't pull out this man's tendons and bones, he will never be able to get rid of the hatred in his heart.

Mo Ruyu glanced at the white dog coldly.

The way he looked at Junshan was like he was looking at a dead dog.

"What kind of dirty, smelly stray dog ​​dares to bare its teeth at me?"

"Yan Gui, are you dead?"

"Didn't you see that your master was offended by a stray dog? Catch this stray dog, skin it, cut its meat into pieces, throw it into the soup and cook it into broth, and give it to the beggars in the city."

"Go quickly."

Following Mo Ruyu's slightly angry rebuke, the man named Yan Gui appeared in front of Jun Xian in an instant like a flash of lightning.

He had no intention of taking action against Jun Xian because he was a puppet, a puppet that completely obeyed his master.

All he could see was the skinny dog.

Jun Xian lowered his eyes indifferently.

He had no intention of making too much of a fuss here.

"Junshan, don't make such a fuss."

Jun Xian never considered himself to be righteous.

After hearing Jun Xian's instructions, Jun Shan's eyes immediately flashed with blood.

If he was an upright tiger, he would not have devoured all the tens of thousands of people in Fengxian City. Although Fengxian City was only a small city, it had become a dead city under the cover of his yin and yang.

Yan Gui sensed something was wrong almost immediately.

People like them who practice martial arts are most sensitive to murderous intent.

And the murderous aura he felt, the kind that could only be accumulated from killing countless people, was actually emanating from the dog under his palm.

Yan Gui even doubted himself for a moment, wondering if he was wrong.

Mo Ruyu's voice was still behind him, disturbing him.

"Yan Gui, don't you have enough to eat?"

"Kill this dog for me now."

"If you delay any further, I will kill you."

"You don't want my father to know that you are not good enough to protect your master, right?"

A trace of pain flashed across Yan Gui's dull eyes. He roared and raised his fist to beat the white dog, which he felt was a little wrong, into a pulp. But before he could even lower his fist, he saw the shadow of the white dog suddenly swell up.

No.

Not the shadow of the white dog.

It's a white dog.

The white dog, which originally looked skinny, had grown taller in the wind without anyone noticing.

He is not a dog.

This is a tiger.

A tiger disguised as a white dog.

And now, the white tiger has finally revealed its true face, revealing all the hideous black lines on its body.

Junshan gave a somewhat playful smile.

It is conceivable how much pressure a white tiger showing such a smile brought to the people present.

Yan Gui almost immediately jumped into the air, took a few steps back and protected Mo Ruyu.

Not that he wanted to.

But it’s because Mo Ruyu is his master.

If Mo Ruyu died here, he would not be able to escape.

Mo Ruyu was shocked.

"How is it possible? Why did a white dog turn into a white tiger?"

"Damn it."

"Yan Gui, go and kill them all."

Mo Ruyu has already arrived, but he is still acting recklessly at this time.

He felt both fear and anger.

Yan Gui stood tightly in front of him, not moving at all.

His somewhat hoarse voice came out.

"Master, I can't handle this white tiger..."

Before Mo Ruyu had time to get angry that this expendable substitute dared to refute his words, he heard Baihu's voice.

"Haha... I didn't expect that a junior like you actually knew something."

"Sir, what are we going to do with these people?"

“They saw me in my true form.”

The waiter at Baiweilou had already been in a state of panic for a long time, as he had never expected that the outsider whom he wanted to drive out and prevent them from getting involved in the affairs of Young Master Mo and several other young masters, was actually a guy with a monster attached to him.

Hearing what Junshan said at this time, he wished he could poke his eyes out.

It’s incredible. It’s incredible.

Doing business in this capital city.

He really has his head hanging on his belt.

Not to mention the guests at Baiweilou, they all regretted why they were so upset today and suddenly decided to come to Baiweilou for dinner.

If it had been at home, such a sudden disaster would never have happened.

Mo Ruyu was so scared that he almost peed his pants.

Jun Xian raised his hand and patted Jun Shan calmly.

"Whatever you want to do."

He did not feel obligated to correct Junshan.

He also doesn't feel that he has any obligation to discipline Jushan.

and so.

No matter what Junshan does, it has nothing to do with him.

"...But." Jun Xian glanced at the waiter in the corner.

He thought for a moment and said, "People from Baiweilou, don't move."

“Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner.”

After hearing what Jun Xian said, a gleam of light flashed across Jun Shan's eyes, and then he opened his bloody mouth.

"Junshan understands."

(End of this chapter)