"Will Brother Mo go find Meng Yanzhi for a duel?" Yan Dong stealthily glanced at Mo Siyu nearby and muttered his speculation.
A slap from Zhao Xiangqian came down on him as he said: "You think Brother Mo is like you? A foolish kid."
"You’re the foolish one. Who is Meng Yanzhi? He’s the only grandson of the Meng Family." Yan Dong sneered at him and said, "Even though Meng Yanzhi isn’t a biological grandson, with Mr. Meng’s overprotective nature, could Meng Yanzhi possibly turn out poorly in the future?"
"So what if he is?" Zhao Xiangqian raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and said, "Brother Mo is ten, no, a hundred times better than Meng Yanzhi. Meng Yanzhi just happened to be born into a better situation. If Brother Mo had been born into a better situation, what would Meng Yanzhi amount to?"
Zhao Xiangqian honestly looked down on Meng Yanzhi. Aside from being born into a good family, there was nothing impressive about him.
"Are you looking for trouble?" Yan Dong quickly covered Zhao Xiangqian’s mouth, his eyes darting around behind his glasses. Seeing no one else around, Yan Dong let out a sigh of relief and said, "No matter what, he’s still a Meng. If you want to continue to get by here, then don’t say things like that."
Zhao Xiangqian said nonchalantly: "In front of you, what can’t I say?"
"Xiangqian, the walls have ears," Li Wei had been keeping watch from the moment they started talking about this topic, wary of being overheard by someone with an agenda.
"Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking about it," Zhao Xiangqian said as he sat down on the grass with a flop.
After hearing the news, Mo Siyu’s face showed no expression, and he did not leave the training field.
This made Li Wei and others think that Brother Mo really could keep his composure.
As soon as the training was over, Mo Siyu left like a gust of wind.
Li Wei pursed his lips and said, "Alright, it’s not that Brother Mo can keep his composure but that he’s responsible."
"I believe in little sister-in-law. She’s not that kind of person." Although Zhao Xiangqian had only met Tang Yue a few times, he always felt that Tang Yue was not the type to cling to power and influence.
"I believe, too." Yan Dong nodded in agreement. It wasn’t just about believing in Tang Yue but more importantly, trusting Brother Mo’s judgment.
Mo Siyu left the training field like a gust of wind and after taking a night’s leave, he got into a car and left.
Mo Siyu found a public payphone and dialed a number he had never called before.
’Dudu... Dudu...’
The phone rang twice before it was answered.
"Chi Lian, you owe me a life, and it’s time to repay it," Mo Siyu said, deliberately lowering his voice.
"Feng Zhi?" On the other end of the line was an enchanting voice. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Three years’ time, protect someone, and we’ll be even," Mo Siyu said as briefly as possible.
"Okay," Chi Lian agreed readily. Three years to repay a life debt.
She asked, "Tell me the name."
"A freshman at Jinghua University, Tang Yue."
"A woman?" There was a trace of shock in Chi Lian’s voice. "Feng Zhi, you’re actually into women?"
"I’m a normal man," Mo Siyu’s gaze turned cold.
Chi Lian: "..."
On the other end of the phone, Chi Lian felt as if she’d seen a ghost. If she wasn’t sure the person on the line was Feng Zhi, she’d think there had been a mixup.
Chi Lian couldn’t help but recall the first time she saw Feng Zhi in Fei Country. He was practically the embodiment of a death god.
In Feng Zhi’s eyes, women were no different from men.

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