Family Slave Defects
“Sikong Qiwu, don’t you dare start at our restaurant.”
Sikong Qiwu, Sikong Qiwen’s younger brother, crossed his arms and lifted his chin. “Your restaurant? Listen, twerp, this restaurant belongs to Sikong Clan. I own this place now. See the door over there? Walk that way, and keep walking.”
“It’s not bed time yet. Since when was One-Character Plaque Restaurant your property?” Mu Hao asked the proprietor, “Aren’t I right, Uncle Zhang?”
Proprietor Zhang lazily looked up and grinned. “Young Master Mu, the restaurant does now belong to Sikong Clan, indeed. If you are here to dine, please finish as soon as you can and leave after you settle your bill.”
“Hahaha, Mu Clan is old news. Run on home with your tail between your legs, and count down your numbered days,” ridiculed Sikong Qiwu.
“You piece of turd!”
Once the identities of the two young masters was out in the open, the customers were anticipating to see some sparks and, ideally, violence.
Blood going to his head as a result of all the fingers pointed at him and comments spat, Mu Hao flung his fist at Sikong Qiwu. Sikong Qiwu’s two Foundation Establishment Realm attendants saw it coming and tackled Mu Hao to the ground immediately. Sikong Qiqu squatted down and jibed, “The times have changed, and the scale has tipped the other way. Might makes right around here. I hear you have been gloating that True God’s disciple, Mu Yu, is one of you and even call him Brother Mu Yu, am I right?”
“What’s it to you?!” Mu Hao was unable to break free of the hold on him.
“As if True God’s disciple could be related to you weaklings. You call me shameless, but you’re the real shameless one here.”
“You can’t prove he isn’t one of us, either!”
“Putting aside your lack of evidence to prove his identity, so what if he is one of your clansmen? You think that’ll stop us from wiping you out? My brother is rank fifty-one. Mu Yu is only rank eighty-one. My brother could squash him with one finger!
“This restaurant is now ours, so take a hike. You want to see our books? You want to die, instead?”
“Good grief, dagging Mu Yu into this because he can’t win an argument, yet calling others shameless?” someone commented.
One comment ignited many more disparaging comments directed at Mu Hao from the customers. Mu Yu couldn’t say they were wrong until there was proof of his lineage showing he was related to them. Though Sikong Qiwu was going overboard with the mockery, Mu Yu didn’t intend to involve himself in the quarrel.
“True God’s disciple isn’t even qualified to carry my brother’s shoes!” Sikong Qiwu stomped onto Mu Hao’s back.
“I won’t let you insult Mu Yu even if he’s not one of us!”
Heaven forbid anyone knew where Mu Hao gained the strength to break free from, wrestling the two attendants aside and engaging Sikong Qiwu in a brawl. Mu Hao easily overwhelmed Sikong Qiwu, giving the latter a black eye and executing a teeth-dislodging slam onto a bench.
Holding his jaw, Sikong Qiwu took out a black dagger and hurled it. “Go to hell!”
Mu Hao was unable to slip off the dagger’s path. The qi radiating from the dagger was more than anyone present could stop. Mu Yu kickstarted a formation, literally, blowing the dagger into the counter, consequently splitting the counter into multiple fragments.
“What happened?” asked a middle-aged Primordial Infant Realm cultivator in black, coming in from outside.
Customer: “Mu Tianhe’s loyal lapdog, Mu Santu?”
Another customer: “Sh! You know better than to anger that mad dog.”
“Uncle Santu!” Mu grabbed onto Mu Santu’s hand and pointed to Sikong Qiwu. “Uncle Santu, Sikong Clan is starting here. He claims the restaurant is no longer ours. Please put him in his place while you are at it!”
Mu Santu’s last name was originally Ge Santu. Ever since Mu Tianhe rescued him from his enemies, he changed his surname and worked for Mu Clan. He made a name for himself at Clearwater City using his tough fingers that were referred to as eagle claws. He always treated Mu Hao and everyone else well. Hence, Mu Hao always respected him.
“Young Master Mu Hao, please let go first,” Mu Santu requested with a grouchy undertone.
“Uncle Santu, kick Sikong Qiwu out!”
“Puhahaha! Is that your new attack? Are you really that ignorant?”
“What are you laughing about?” Mu Hao couldn’t shake off an ominous feeling.
“Sikong Santu, tell the naïve young master who you serve.”
Mu Santu shook Mu Hao’s hold off and, as Mu Hao watched on in astonishment, knelt before Sikong Qiwu. “Your subordinate, Sikong Santu, is at your service, Young Master Situ Qiwu.”
Mu Hao grabbed Mu Santu’s shirt and stuttered, “Wh-why are you kneeling to Sikong Clan, Uncle Santu?”
“Don’t call me Uncle Santu. I am now Young Master Sikong’s attendant, not your Uncle Santu. Also, I my surname is now Sikong; I am Sikong Santu!” Sikong Santu condescendingly threw Mu Hao into a table.
Mu Hao didn’t feel any pain despite crashing through the table thanks to Mu Yu, who stealthily cast a formation to cushion Mu Hao’s fall. Mu Hao crawled to his feet and cried, “B-but we never treated you poorly.”
“So what? As long as we have my brother, we can give him better benefits. He’s now my personal slave, right, Santu?”
“Yes, Young Master. I am at your beck and call,” responded Sikong Santu, head down.
“I refuse to believe this. You must be fooling me, Uncle Santu!”
“Santu, break his legs for hitting me. Let’s see if his trashy Brother Mu Yu will save him.”
“Mu Yu is not trash!”
Mu Hao pounced at Sikong Qiwu. Sikong Santu swung two waves of spiritual energy at Mu Hao’s legs.
“What an ungrateful scumbag,” Mu Yu remarked.
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