The Protagonist is Always Intimidating Me - Chapter 49

Bai Meng’s lips curved into a mocking smile. “You think you know so much, just running your mouth aimlessly. Anyone can talk, we all have mouths—why should we listen to yours? What, are you my son or my grandson? Laozi doesn’t give a damn about interrupting you!”

Mo Hankui: “……”

Mo Jiuge: “……”

Everyone: “……”

Did… Did he just make an obscene remark?

Mo Lengsui turned his head to look at Bai Meng, unexpectedly noticing a flash of anger in his expression, which sent a chill down his spine.

Usually, no matter the situation, Bai Meng maintained a carefree demeanor. But this time, he was openly displaying his emotions on his face, particularly in those pitch-black eyes that now shone with a frightening intensity.

Mo Lengsui sighed inwardly, thinking, This is bound to escalate.

How would it escalate? Naturally, it meant Bai Meng would grind him down to dust.

Although Bai Meng was known to stir up trouble, recently he fell in love and settled down for a while. But this time, in an unguarded moment, he seized the upper hand. However, things went too far, and he got a bit too arrogant, too willful, and ultimately angered the other person. In this regard, what else could be said about this matter? He had nothing left to say, so he just had to accept his fate…

Especially since Bai Meng even resorted to cursing, it was clear how foul his mood was.

It looked like things were about to go very badly.

Mo Lengsui braced himself for the inevitable.

While Mo Lengsui was still lost in thought, Bai Meng had already approached Feng Suiling, closing the distance between them. The two were of similar height and build, almost mirroring each other.

Mo Hankui felt a sudden moment of bewilderment.

Feng Suiling was still trying to defend himself, but as Bai Meng continued advancing, his face grew increasingly unsightly. Finally, pushed to his limit, his expression turned sullen as he pointed accusingly at Mo Hankui. “Why did he come at such a critical moment to guard the Abyss? And why was I imprisoned the moment he arrived? Besides, Lan Wei was killed in Xingge Tower! I don’t care, you owe me an explanation!”

“An explanation?” Bai Meng shrugged indifferently. “Honestly, not everything needs a reason. For example—”

In full view of everyone, Bai Meng grabbed Feng Suiling’s offending hand with one of his own, and with his remarkable strength, lifted him before Feng Suiling could react. In Bai Meng’s grasp, Feng Suiling was like a mere object, flung effortlessly into the air.

“…I already told you…”

In a flash, Bai Meng disappeared from the ground and reappeared mid-air, his pale, bony hand gripping the massive Xuan-Tie sword. Bai Meng swung the sword flatly, landing a harsh blow, as if hammering an uneven surface, and quickly sent Feng Suiling crashing back to the ground in a cloud of dust.

The enormous Xuan-Tie sword then dropped from above, embedding itself deeply beside Feng Suiling, piercing the ground by several inches.

The sharp wind from the blade even sliced a few strands of Feng Suiling’s hair, which floated delicately in the air.

“!!!”

Everyone exchanged glances.

Bai Meng landed gracefully, his face once again wearing that familiar, playful smile. He approached, his long, slender white hand grasping the black hilt of the Xuan-Tie sword. He looked down at Feng Suiling, who was lying on the ground in a state of shock, with a slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth.

“So, there’s no need for a reason to act—like me hitting someone. It’s all just a matter of desire.”

“Do you understand now…?”

The young man’s voice was low and raspy, resonant like a ballad sung by a wandering poet, both pleasing and melodic. But Feng Suiling, lying on the ground drenched in cold sweat, could only stare up at Bai Meng.

“Do you understand now…?”

Bai Meng’s pupils were pitch-black, his lashes casting shadows that made his eyes look like bottomless pits. And now, his gaze was as cold as ice as he looked down at Feng Suiling, a deep and concentrated darkness in his eyes, suffused with an unmistakable, chilling intent to kill…

Feng Suiling’s whole body stiffened.

“Do you understand now…?”

The young man continued to ask, a calm smile still on his face.

“I understand, I understand…”

It wasn’t until Mo Jiuge pulled Bai Meng away that Feng Suiling, supported by Feng Qingxuan, managed to get up, his face streaked with tears. As he gradually recovered from his terror, he moved his arm slightly, finally noticing the ache in the hand Bai Meng had grabbed.

“I apologize, our captain has been a bit temperamental lately and can’t stand anything disgusting, so…” Mo Jiuge said insincerely as he stepped in front of Bai Meng. “You really can’t blame us for this.”

Feng Qingxuan’s face contorted in fury, and Mo Lengsui and Mo Lei stepped forward, positioning themselves protectively in front of Bai Meng. “Though Captain Bai Meng may be a bit short-tempered, he generally keeps to reason. If he can’t argue it out, he’ll just use his fists instead. We’re deeply sorry about that, but we don’t intend to ask him to change.”

Feng Suiling: “……”

Feng Qingxuan: “……”

Yinchen Hall members: “……”

Bai Meng: “……”

Ah… How touching. But what exactly are you implying?!