The Protagonist is Always Intimidating Me - Chapter 53

“Alright, all misunderstandings have been resolved, but regarding Captain Feng Suiling’s false accusations against us…”

Mo Jiuge gave a polite smile. His refined face showed no trace of insincerity, yet his words conveyed a sentiment contrary to his expression.

“Our Xingge Hall has always acted with integrity. As for whether the people of Lanxi Hall will speak with you when the time comes… I believe you already have a sense of that. Since there is nothing further, we of Xingge Hall shall take our leave.”

Mo Hankui had already stepped outside, his presence radiating a cold aura. The people gathered outside immediately parted to make way.

Although Mo Hankui was often branded as one who had “fallen from grace,” anyone who witnessed the transfer of Xingge Hall’s leadership would never forget the sight of that handsome, gray-haired young man emerging from a bloodbath, his expression icy, standing over the corpse of the former Hall Master.

That was his biological father.

The gray-haired youth showed neither joy nor sorrow. His handsome features bore no trace of humanity. His pristine robe was still stained with flecks of blood, yet he paid it no mind, calmly seating himself on the Hall Master’s throne and accepting the submission of those present with cold indifference.

The young man with gray hair was as exquisite as a doll, yet the icy detachment in his gaze made him seem like a demon.

The Gray Asura.

That was how those who experienced the leadership change at Xingge Hall described him.

But later, Mo Hankui fell in love with Feng Qingxuan. He continually lowered his status, silently enduring the gossip and disdain of others without a word, swallowing his pride… But now…

The coldness in Mo Hankui’s gaze reminded the crowd that, even after so many years, the memory of the blood-stained young man and his merciless nature remained as vivid as ever. He had simply grown up and grown silent, causing everyone to forget…

Now, the killing intent emanating from Mo Hankui revived memories of his former reputation.

If Bai Meng knew what was going through everyone’s mind, he would clap enthusiastically and exclaim, “Wonderful, wonderful!”

After all, Mo Hankui’s threatening and indifferent attitude toward Feng Qingxuan and the others ended up rekindling memories of the terrifying stories that had once surrounded the lives of the people of Yinchen Hall.

Unwittingly, Mo Hankui had once again regained his notorious reputation…

Bai Meng: This is a blood-earned victory!

“Wait!”

As the people of Yinchen Hall stepped aside, a voice suddenly halted the Xingge Hall group. Mo Jiuge looked in the direction of the voice and upon seeing the speaker, a trace of surprise flashed in his tea-brown eyes.

It was Bai Meng.

“I just remembered there’s something very important! Really! Really important!”

Bai Meng, grinning, winked playfully at Mo Hankui, who sighed helplessly and turned back, his thin lips curling into a smile and his eyes showing a hint of amusement.

“My friend, when will you pay back the money you owe us?” Bai Meng walked briskly over to a guard from Yinchen Hall and held out his hand without reservation.

The guard who had just been “robbed”: “???”

“Are you pretending to be clueless?” Bai Meng’s smile vanished, replaced by a stern expression. “This isn’t right, my friend. Pay up.”

“…What are you talking about…” The guard appeared utterly baffled, seemingly unaware of any debt.

“What’s going on?” Lan Wei, still wearing the ghost mask, stood beside Bai Meng and looked curiously at the guard. “Did he borrow money from you?”

The white tiger, which had been abandoned by its owner, wagged its tail in grievance. But Lan Wei, engrossed in his conversation with Bai Meng, paid it no mind. In protest, the tiger howled, but it still couldn’t draw Lan Wei’s attention.

White Tiger: ……

Heartbroken.

The tiger turned back into an inky mist and vanished, while Lan Wei only cast a brief, indifferent glance in its direction before refocusing his attention.

“He didn’t borrow any money, but…” Bai Meng shrugged, his tone somewhat helpless. “He and a group of brothers were playing some, well, ‘risqué’ games inside Xingge Tower. It was a large gathering, you could say.”

This piqued Lan Wei’s curiosity, “How risqué?”

Mo Lengsui, walking leisurely behind, added, “It wasn’t much, just that they were… completely undressed.”

The people of Yinchen Hall: “……”

“What?! That serious?!” Lan Wei exclaimed in shock, “Is Yinchen Hall really that into such things?! Are they attracted to my looks and trying to seduce me?”

“……” Bai Meng shot him a look. “Get a grip.”

The guard from Yinchen Hall glanced gratefully at Bai Meng.

“They’re definitely not into you, but I think they’ve taken a liking to Hankui and are trying every trick to attract his attention!”

Mo Hankui: “……”

Everyone else: “……”

The guard’s smile froze on his face: “……”

Get a grip yourself!

“Now that I remember this matter, isn’t it time you paid up?” Bai Meng yawned casually. “Initially, I wanted to settle this quietly, but seeing as you’ve been slinging mud at Xingge Hall, I can’t help but suspect you’ll default. So, right here and now, I’m asking in front of everyone.”

Mo Yu: “……”

Stop pretending. You clearly just forgot and only remembered now.

Bai Meng: Haha, it feels great to slander them.

“Forget it. I know keeping promises isn’t exactly your strong suit, so I won’t force it. Now, Xingge Hall will be taking its leave.”

With that, the members of Xingge Hall left the inn in a bustling group, boarding their carriage and leaving the place without delay.

“Assh*le!”

The elder of Yinchen Hall was seething for a long time before recovering. He glared fiercely at the guard whom Bai Meng had confronted for repayment, and suddenly extended a hand and slapped him hard across the face.

“Elder! Elder! This isn’t my fault…” The guard, dazed by the unexpected slap, instinctively stammered in panic, “It was all Feng…”

Before the voice fell, in full view of the crowd, a black arrow suddenly pierced through his heart. Warm blood splattered onto the elder’s aged, orange-peel-like face. His two sunken eye sockets were filled with shock and rage. His chapped lips moved slightly, and before he could utter a word, the guard collapsed limply to the ground and lost his breath on the spot.

“……”

The air fell deathly silent.

The elder trembled as he wiped the blood from his face. His complexion was pale, and his eyes had sunken deep into their sockets. As he looked at the corpse on the ground, a glimmer of sharpness flashed through his murky eyes before fading back into dullness.

It seemed there were some matters within Yinchen Hall that must be handled…