Chapter 12: Earned by One's Own Skill
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Faced with Li Moxuan’s overwhelming pressure, even though Steward Huang still wanted to maintain his air of superiority, it was utterly impossible. Li Moxuan merely stepped forward by one pace.
Thud!
Startled, Steward Huang trembled and collapsed to the ground, retreating like a beaten dog. His luxurious suit was stained with dust, water marks seeping through the crotch of his trousers, leaving the ground filthy and sullied.
“Don’t... don’t kill me...”
Looking at his subordinates writhing on the ground, coughing up blood, Steward Huang's eyes were filled with pure terror.
“Tsk tsk... So this is the big shot’s dog? He doesn’t seem much different from any other stray mutt,” Li Moxuan said coldly, crossing his arms as he looked down at Steward Huang.
“Bring back the arrogance you showed earlier—I almost miss it!”
“You... you...” Steward Huang turned pale, stammering for a long time but could not utter a single harsh word.
Li Moxuan glanced at the chaotic battlefield.
“Enough. Take your mutts away and clean this mess up. Disappear from my doorstep.”
“If not, you’ll never leave again. Understand?”
At Li Moxuan’s words, Steward Huang and Zhao Nannan felt as if they had been granted a great pardon. They dared not argue with Li Moxuan and quickly squeezed into Zhao Nannan’s Beetle car, leaving behind their filth and disgrace.
Watching them leave, a cold smile curled at the corner of Li Moxuan’s lips.
He certainly was not showing mercy; he just didn’t want to kill in front of his sister.
He had already left a spiritual mark on Steward Huang, which would shatter his heart meridian and kill him when the time came. A mere dog who bullied his sister—he had no right to live.
As for Zhao Nannan, who had leaked information and humiliated Li Moling, Li Moxuan had also prepared a countermeasure—one that would make her, as a woman, experience pain she would never forget.
By sensing the feedback from the spiritual mark on Steward Huang, Li Moxuan would soon uncover the identity of the powerful figure who sought to seize his sister’s heart.
No matter how formidable that person’s background was, if he dared to covet his sister’s heart, he would soon learn just how terrifying the wrath of a cultivator could be!
Having dealt with the immediate trouble, Li Moxuan quickly composed his expression.
His face, once fierce and as cold as a demon, now revealed a warm smile.
He turned to look at Li Moling.
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“Sis, are you alright? Sorry, I’m late,” Li Moxuan stepped forward, tidying the clothes of Li Moling, which had become disheveled from the struggle.
Li Moling looked at him intently, her eyes filled with complexity.
She took a step back and adjusted her clothes without speaking.
Nearby, Mrs. Osmanthus, the widow who had been beaten badly, rose from the ground, wiping the blood from her face and dusting off her clothes. She looked at Li Moxuan with joy.
“Moxuan? You’re back?”
“Where have you been these past six years? I didn’t even recognize you just now.”
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