CHAPTER 892: 892’S GOT MY BACK

"Repaying debts is only right and proper. What you just said is not wrong, but it’s unreasonable to injure someone else’s guard without understanding the situation, isn’t it?" Mu Zexian looked at the guard with five red fingerprints on his face, his chest still rising and falling, clearly not lightly injured, and said.

"Yes, if someone owes you money, go find them. It’s unreasonable to injure another person’s Zhang Family guard," Mu Zeran echoed.

"It’s just a mere guard, anyway. Here’s some silver notes to pay for his medical treatment." He Qingwei casually tossed a ten thousand taels silver note over, not bothering to pay attention to Mu Zexian.

"Ten thousand taels, Young Master He, that’s quite generous. How about this, we go to your He Family, beat up a few guards for fun, and pay them each ten thousand taels as compensation. What do you think?" Mu Zexian smiled faintly, mocking.

He Qingwei frowned. They had injured the guard upon arrival just to intimidate the Zhang Family, but he didn’t expect Mu Zexian to seize the opportunity against him.

If Mu Zexian and others really went to the He Family, found a guard to beat up, and then threw down ten thousand taels of silver for medical treatment, the He Family’s face would be utterly lost.

Mu Hanyan and the Zhang father and son smiled without speaking. They could see that Mu Zexian was looking for trouble with He Qingwei, but since He Qingwei’s methods were despicable and deserved some lessons, they let Mu Zexian act out.

"Mu Zexian, what exactly do you want?" He Qingwei asked, holding back his anger.

If it were just Mu Zexian and his group, he wouldn’t bother with them, but there was also Mu Hanyan standing by. No matter how angry he was, he could only hold it in.

"It’s very simple. Either leave those three hundred thousand for others’ medical treatment, or let others hit back," Mu Zexian sneered coldly.

"Mu Zexian, you shouldn’t go too far," He Qingwei glared at Mu Zexian, his eyes nearly spitting fire.

"Hmph, when you plotted against us Mu Family brothers back then, it was even more excessive than today," Mu Zexian said with a face full of hatred.

"We were humiliated back then, ridiculed to this day. Today is karma," Mu Zeran said hatefully.

Mu Hanyan finally understood. No wonder Mu Zexian and others had such animosity towards He Qingwei. It turned out that He Qingwei’s group was also involved in plotting against them, causing them to be captured until the family had to step in.

"Go ahead and hit..." He Qingwei was confident that the guard wouldn’t dare to hit him, so he stuck his neck out and provoked.

Now understanding the whole story, Mu Hanyan wouldn’t stop Mu Zexian.

Not only would she not stop him, but she would also "aid the wicked," or rather, cheer for him.

"Go ahead and hit him, hit him hard. If anything happens, I’ve got your back, even if you knock his teeth out," Mu Hanyan told the guard, then turned to He Qingwei with a gentle smile, "You said it yourself, I didn’t force you."

If someone else had said this, the guard might have hesitated, but since the Big Playboy Mu spoke, there was nothing to worry about.

In today’s Capital, everyone knew the name of the Big Playboy Mu from the Mu Family. He was the elite among the playboys. Although the elders of various families didn’t take him seriously, playboys like He Qingwei dared not cross him.

The guard grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said insincerely, "Young Master He, since you’ve requested, and Young Master Mu has spoken, how can I disregard his wishes? I’m sorry." After finishing, the guard cracked his knuckles, making creaking sounds.

He Qingwei’s face turned white. The guard before him was far stronger, and one slap could indeed knock his teeth out!

That was still secondary!

The grandson of the He Family Patriarch being publicly slapped would bring him great disgrace!

The guard smirked as he approached He Qingwei step by step. He Qingwei let out a scream and quickly backed away, pulling out the silver note he had taken earlier, threw it at the guard, and turned to run.

A group of playboys followed close behind, running so fast that they stirred up clouds of dust and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Though they were gone, He Qingwei’s voice could still be heard from afar.

"Mu Hanyan, you just wait, someday I’ll make you pay." His voice echoed, but he was nowhere to be seen, indicating how intimidated Little Fatty He was in Mu Hanyan’s presence.

The guard took the silver note and respectfully handed it to Mu Hanyan. He knew that without Mu Hanyan, the silver note wouldn’t return. His actions would only earn appreciation and no reprimand. He would receive more today—recognition and reward from the Family Head.

Mu Hanyan accepted the silver note and handed it to Zhang Moyang, saying, "Patriarch Zhang, please accept the money."

"No, no, without Young Master Mu, this money wouldn’t be returned. Young Master Mu should keep it," Zhang Moyang appreciated Mu Hanyan even more and refused to accept the money.

"It was originally yours. Do with it as you wish. I was just lending a hand," Mu Hanyan smiled.

"To you, it may be a small matter, but to us, it’s a big deal. I won’t say more thanks; we’ll remember your kindness. If ever you need our help, we won’t hesitate!" Zhang Moyang said seriously.

"Patriarch Zhang, you’re being too polite. I’ll visit Flying Peak another day; isn’t Brother Zhang due to help me? We’ll bid farewell for now, and as for any banquet, we’ll discuss it upon our return," Mu Hanyan smiled lightly, preparing to leave.

Honestly, she didn’t consider this small matter significant. Evil must be met with evil; He Qingwei’s petty tricks were never honorable, and she only responded in kind.

"Very well, Young Master Mu, I’ll come to the Mu Residence in three days," Zhang Chihua said gratefully.

With that, Mu Hanyan led the group away.

"We really owe it to Young Master Mu today; otherwise, we wouldn’t have known how to handle this," Zhang Chihua said with deep emotion as they watched Mu Hanyan and his group depart.

Although Mu Hanyan’s methods weren’t glorious, he had to admit they were the most effective against He Qingwei and his group.

"Indeed, prepare some decent gifts, and we’ll visit the Mu Family to express our gratitude," Zhang Moyang nodded.

"Visit the Mu Family to express gratitude?" Zhang Chihua looked at his father in surprise.

Next year will be the Ranking Competition of the Eight Great Families. Although the Mu Family is currently among the top, its foundation has weakened. In such competitions, anything can happen.