Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 47 Humiliation
"Mo Bufan."

Mo Lin was a little surprised. Mo Bufan was the son of an elder of the Mo family. He was an eighth-level warrior in the Chongmai Realm, and his talent was not bad. He wondered how this guy could be mixed with Zhang Youcai.

The Mo family and the Zhang family have always been hostile. Although it is not possible to fight every time they meet, it is absolutely impossible to eat in the same restaurant.

"Mo Lin, since you're back, hurry back to the village. You must be tired after driving for a few days."

Mo Bufan said indifferently, he didn't want Mo Lin to go upstairs to embarrass himself, Zhang Youcai was so reassured, he knew it well, didn't he want to humiliate the Mo family by humiliating Mo Lin?

Mo Lin frowned slightly. Originally, he didn't plan to go up, but Mo Bufan's attitude made him very unhappy. He is the son of the patriarch after all. Even if you, Mo Bufan, don't greet you, you are not qualified to use the orders of the elders to the younger ones Speak to yourself.

"Yeah, I'm really tired." Mo Lin smiled, "Since there are guests drinking, I just went upstairs to have a rest. Xiaobao, we'll eat here." After saying that, Mo Lin got off his horse.

"Merlin!"

Mo Bufan's face suddenly became ugly, "Is this the place you should come to? Go back quickly!"

"What are you, you dare to talk to me like that!"

Mo Lin's face turned cold, and two sharp cold rays suddenly shot at Mo Bufan's face, "In your eyes, do you still have family rules?"

After all, Mo Bufan is from Mojia Village, and with so many outsiders present, Mo Lin didn't want to embarrass him too much. Infighting within the family would only make people laugh, so he raised the family rules, otherwise, the result would be not talking, but He spoke directly with a knife.

After being scolded by Mo Lin, Mo Bufan also became dumb.

He knew that according to the family rules, he was not qualified to dictate to Mo Lin, but in many cases, he had to listen to Mo Lin's words. This was the difference in status.

"Okay, you are indeed the young master of the Mohist family, and you are indeed quite majestic. Come on, the wine is poured for you."

Zhang Youcai laughed out loud, and cast a playful glance at Mo Bufan, who had a gloomy expression and his teeth were gritting.

A clerk from a restaurant stepped forward and took Mo Lin's two mounts away, and he took Tang Xiaobao up to the second floor.

There were three tables in a spacious private room, and there were more than 20 people sitting there, all of whom were young disciples from major families.

Under everyone's gaze, Mo Lin came to the table where Zhang Youcai was seated. Tang Xiaobao felt that the atmosphere was not right, and looked around nervously. Someone saw that this guy was as fat as a ball with legs, and burst into laughter.

"The Mo family's disgrace, you're looking for an embarrassing waste, let's see how you end up." Mo Bufan stared at Mo Lin coldly, muttering to himself.

"Mo Bufan, you're wrong to say that. Mo Lin is the son of your clan chief, and the future village chief of the Mojia Village." Zhang Youcai said in a strange tone, the word 'village chief' was intentionally drawn out with a long sound.

Mo Lin smiled faintly. There were only seven people sitting at this table, and there were four empty chairs. He went directly to the chair next to Zhang Youcai.

"Is this for me?"

"What are you, you are also qualified to sit at a table with us."

Ma Jia Ma Liang said unceremoniously.

The Ma family is not a family from a village outside the city, but aristocrats from Chang'an City. Although they are just low-level dignitaries, they think they are superior to others, and they have always been friends with the Zhang family. Naturally, they will not miss this opportunity to attack the Mo family.

"What do you mean?"

Mo Lin glanced at the wine glasses filled with wine on the table, and asked Zhang Youcai, after all, he was the one who invited him up.

"I wanted to buy you a drink at first, but now I regret it, why don't you just go back where you came from?" Zhang Youcai said with a face of apology, but the smile in his eyes was hard to suppress. About to laugh out loud.

"It seems that you are deliberately playing me?"

Mo Lin wasn't angry at all, instead he smiled when he saw Zhang Youcai's hard-working face.

"Ah, did you see it?" Zhang Youcai opened his mouth wide, pretending to be very surprised, then his face darkened, and he yelled, "Get lost! Are you still waiting for me to throw you down!"

Mo Lin still had a smile on his face. He picked up the wine glass on the table, raised it to the top of Zhang Youcai's head, flipped his wrist, and poured the whole glass of wine on his head.

There was dead silence all around.

Everyone was stunned.

No one could have imagined that Mo Lin would actually pour wine on Zhang Youcai's head.

However, after being surprised, many people suddenly became interested, and they all looked at Mo Lin with playful expressions, knowing that there was going to be a good show to watch.

Mo Bufan did not hide the smile on his face.

Mo Lin humiliated him in front of so many people, and the difference in status made him unable to teach Mo Lin face to face, but if he could use Zhang Youcai's hand to vent his anger, he would also wish for it.

Zhang Youcai never expected that Mo Lin would humiliate him like this.

He wiped the wine off his face, his eyes gradually filled with resentment.

"How dare you pour wine on my head?"

Zhang Youcai's eyes narrowed into a line, and he said each word with a pause, the cold voice sent chills down the spine, as if Mo Lin would be torn apart in the next moment.

"Yeah, I fell."

Merlin nodded seriously.

"You are so brave, you dare to humiliate me in front of so many people, don't you think about the consequences? Do you think I dare not kill you? Or are you stupid to think that Mo Bufan will stand up for you?" Zhang Youcai Trying to restrain his anger, the fists placed under the table creaked and were about to erupt at any moment.

Mo Lin didn't reply, but picked up the wine jug on the side, poured the whole jug on Zhang Youcai's head in the same way, and said while pouring, "I've always been quite courageous, did you know that? Humiliation? You are a bastard who can't even tell who his father is, don't you think that the word humiliation is too flattering?"

Zhang Youcai's mother was disobedient, flirtatious, and had slept with many men. It was said that even the village head of Zhangjia Village was messing around with her. This was no secret to the Mo family.

Mo Lin is not a mean person, but since Zhang Youcai deliberately wanted to embarrass himself, why should he show mercy to him.

Zhang Youcai hated others mentioning his mother the most. This was the greatest shame in his life. Mo Lin's words hit him hard.

"you wanna die!"

With a roar, Zhang Youcai's expression was ferocious, and he stood up against the table. The iron fist he had clenched for a long time slammed out, and with a roaring sound, he went straight to Mo Lin's face.

The expressions of all the people around were terrified. Zhang Youcai is an eighth-level martial artist, and the Tiger Fist he cultivated is powerful. If he strikes suddenly from such a short distance, wouldn't Mo Lin's face be blown away?

Mo Bufan was even more overjoyed, his eyes lit up, looking forward to the scene of his skin being torn apart, wishing that this punch could kill Mo Lin.

Unfortunately, the expected scene did not happen.

Zhang Youcai had just hit halfway through his fist, when a powerful palm suddenly grabbed his wrist, preventing him from moving forward.

(End of this chapter)