His voice was slow and his tone cold.
Before Mu Donglin could react, he saw another fist coming his way.
It was a harder blow than ever before.
He’d seen it coming, and at this point, Mu Donglin clenched his teeth and evaded it with much agility. He’d ducked and was now sending a counter-attack to Mu Xichen’s stomach.
Even so, Mu Xichen still chuckled as he grabbed his incoming punch.
Effortless!
Mu Donglin’s expression changed. His eyes became colder as he targeted his legs instead.
But Mu Xichen’s reaction was even faster. He steadied himself and sent another punch over.
Mu Donglin quickly avoided it before shooting him a sarcastic smile. “Major General?”
But just as he said that he saw Mu Xichen quickly sending his fist in another direction, attacking him from under his chin.
Bang!
“Ow!”
Mu Donglin held his chin as he saw stars.
Before he was fully conscious again, his arms were bent backward awkwardly and he was pinned to the wall.
The sharp pain came from his elbows.
“Ah!” Mu Donglin shrieked in agony, his face pale. “Mu… Xichen!”
“Mm, Major General.” Mu Xichen smiled wryly. “It was a bit mean of me to punch you.”
Mu Donglin clenched his jaw as cold sweat dotted his forehead.
Mu Xichen released him.
Mu Donglin finally heaved a sigh of relief as he rubbed his shoulders.
Seeing how relaxed Mu Xichen was after that exchange of blows, he sneered. “However skilled you are as a fighter, you’re nothing once you leave the army. Besides being a fighter on the streets, what else can you do? Hit me?”
Mu Donglin glared at Mu Xichen and spoke even more sarcastically. “Is there a point? Besides the little subsidy from the state, do you even have another source of income? What are you going to support yourself with, much less your wife and child in future?”
Mu Xichen straightened up and smiled. “You seem to be concerned about my future.”
Mu Donglin was still sweating and filled with rage as he looked at how proud Mu Xichen appeared to be.
“I’m your older brother. Shouldn’t I be concerned about you?” Mu Donglin laughed coldly. “I’ll tell you something else.”
Mu Xichen raised a brow, awaiting his continuation.
“Do you know why Li Haoran insists on pushing Li Beinian to me?” His words were pointed. “It’s all because of the Mu Family’s assets, reputation, power… and all of that will be mine in time to come. As for you, your Grandpa wrote very clearly that you don’t want a single cent or share of the Mu Family’s wealth.”
Mu Xichen was calm as usual, but his eyes were deep.
Mu Donglin’s expression was less awful now.
Ha, Mu Xichen was but Mu Xichen.
He always appeared so calm, but that did not make his heart hurt any less.
He was Mu Xichen, as much as he was Mo Xichen.
While he, Mu Donglin, was the only heir of the Mu Family.
“Dad might pity you and give you some money to move to another country. But do you think Li Beinian would choose you over me?” He looked at Mu Xichen pitifully. “Even if you and her have already done it, she’ll be my woman sooner or later. You, are, not, fit, for, her, body, or, her, title.”