CHAPTER 1125: CHAPTER 1118: HONG KUN

A slap, loud and fierce.

Mo Jiwu’s whole body almost spun in a full circle.

When he stopped and steadied himself, his face was already marked with a big, blood-red handprint.

Blood also seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Jiwu covered the corner of his mouth, not daring to make a sound, and once again lowered his head to step forward, standing before Brother Kuun.

"Kuun... Brother Kuun..."

Bowing respectfully, Mo Jiwu continued with a muffled voice, "This... this is all a misunderstanding!"

"Wait!"

But Brother Kuun interrupted Mo Jiwu, turning his head to look at the other side of the latter’s face, furrowing his brows, and shook his head, "Good things come in pairs, otherwise it wouldn’t be good!"

Smack~

Brother Kuun slapped Mo Jiwu’s face again, with no less force than the previous slap.

Instantly.

Mo Jiwu’s face was blood-red on both sides, gradually swelling to resemble a pig’s head.

Yet Mo Jiwu didn’t let out a single sound; after staggering for a while, he stood again, with his head lowered, stepping up to Brother Kuun.

"Brother Kuun!"

Mo Jiwu again lowered his head, not daring to express any dissatisfaction.

This scene fell into He Hai’s eyes, sending a chill through him.

Who is this Brother Kuun?

If he were a powerful figure, why hadn’t anyone heard of him?

He Hai’s mind was filled with suspicion, and a hint of fear began to spread within him.

"Now, you may speak!"

Brother Kuun looked once again at both sides of Mo Jiwu’s face, nodded in satisfaction, and sat back on the sofa.

But now, Brother Kuun didn’t even glance at He Hai.

"Brother Kuun, this... this should be a misunderstanding! It’s this guy who failed to see Taishan before his eyes! Let me handle it..."

Mo Jiwu continued to bow repeatedly, with a terrified appearance, respectfully to Brother Kuun, "As for Brother Jiu’s name, Brother Kuun don’t take it seriously, it’s just those underground guys calling it!"

"Haha... Jiugouzi, you sure are capable now! You’re supposed to watch Yong’an Hall, but you went off acting all high and mighty?"

Brother Kuun laughed instead of getting angry, with a sinister laugh, "But this guy here is from the He Family and a Young Master. How are you planning to handle this?"

Hearing this, Mo Jiwu’s face sank, he took a deep, grim breath.

The He Family in Yanjing is also a family of great clan stature, its strength is not much weaker than their Changxin Association.

If He Hai were to be dealt with here, the He Family would definitely be furious.

If Changxin Association doesn’t give an explanation, the He Family surely will not accept it.

Moreover.

He Hai and he were fairly familiar, within University City, his Yong’an Hall was quite profitable, largely due to He Hai!

But, considering the young man in front, the Changxin Association, and what’s behind the Changxin Association...

Mo Jiwu finally gritted his teeth and nodded to Brother Kuun, "Brother Kuun, I’ll handle it in a way that satisfies you!"

"Brother Jiu, what’s this?"

He Hai watched from the sidelines, looking confused and nervous.

The few young men who wanted to curry favor with He Hai before also sensed that something was wrong and became somewhat panicked.

Smack~

Mo Jiwu suddenly backhanded a big slap right onto He Hai’s face, shouting, "He Hai, you’re damn showing off in front of Brother Kuun? You’re talking about breaking Brother Kuun’s legs? Damn, you must be tired of living! Even if your old man comes, he might not be able to save you!"

He Hai covered his face, his complexion turning ashen.

Being reprimanded in front of many people was a rare situation for He Hai to face.

"Brother Jiu, who is he?"

He Hai at this point also noticed Mo Jiwu’s extreme fear towards Brother Kuun.

Otherwise, despite any big conflict in the past, he definitely wouldn’t have laid a hand on him.

"Where’s your brain? Brother Kuun, it’s Hong Kun!"

Mo Jiwu glared coldly at He Hai, growling softly, with a low howl in his voice, "Kneel and apologize to Brother Kuun quickly, or even I, old Jiu, can’t save you!"

The words were spoken almost with resentment.

Hong... Hong Kun!

Hearing the name Hong Kun, He Hai was instantly stunned, his whole body stiffened, his eyes wide open, filled with deep horror and fear.

In Yanjing’s underworld, there were many notorious and ruthless people, strong and with fierce means.

Among them was the well-known name Hong Kun!

Yet he himself had never seen him, nor knew his real name!

Hong Kun, rumored to be the first red stick of Changxin Association!

Known as Hong Kun!

His strength is said to rival many powerful Martial Artists!

Many killer techniques are used with great skill.

Face to face some Martial Artists might defeat him, but if he strikes unexpectedly, even killing Xuan-level Martial Artists isn’t impossible!

Moreover, Hong Kun isn’t just a member of Changxin Association, it’s rumored that he is also a tribute in the Yanjing Nangong Family, ranked among the first-class families!

Yanjing Nangong Family, that is far stronger and more terrifying than his He Family!

With all these thoughts, He Hai knew he was destined to lose today.

Now he only hoped that Brother Kuun wouldn’t strike him down.

In fear, He Hai fell to his knees with a thud to Brother Kuun, "Kuun... Brother Kuun... It was I, He Hai, who failed to see Taishan before my eyes earlier, please... give me one chance!"

He Hai was truly terrified at this moment!

If Brother Kuun really killed him, his family could at most make the Changxin Association give up some interests, or make Brother Kuun apologize to get over it!

As for anything else, what could the He Family do?

Go to war?

Unless the He Family doesn’t want to remain in Yanjing!

The greatest extent would be to seek as much compensation and benefits as possible.

But if He Hai lost his life, what would those mean!

Bang~

But Brother Kuun didn’t reply, he reached for the wine bottle on the table and mercilessly struck He Hai on the head.

The dull sound made the few young men behind He Hai tremble, fearfully chattering their teeth.

Brother Kuun’s wine bottle shattered completely, mixing wine and blood, dripping all over the floor.

He Hai screamed in agony, clutching his head, lying on the ground.

Bang~

But Brother Kuun didn’t stop, he continued taking wine bottles and smashing them one by one.

Until He Hai’s screams grew weaker, humming on the ground, did he stop his hand.

"So weak!"

Brother Kuun pulled a napkin from nearby, wiped the wine off his hands, and then sat down again at ease, before kicking He Hai lying on the ground, shouting, "Stop pretending to be dead, get up!"

He Hai shuddered, hurriedly getting up, kneeling properly again, with his head bleeding profusely, not daring to care for it.

"Mr. Luuo, now that you brought these people, shall we give it a try now!"

Brother Kuun then looked at the young man in the black Tang suit opposite, a smile on his face, appearing like a different person from a moment ago when beating He Hai, "There are also some girls on the other side, we can look over together later!"

"Alright, I’d trouble Brother Kuun!"

The youth in the black Tang suit furrowed his brows slightly, took a deep breath, nodded in reply.

"No no... Mr. Luuo, you’re too kind! Just call me Akun!"

Brother Kuun promptly waved his hand at the youth in the Tang suit, slightly fearful.

"Haha, no need to be so polite! I, Luuo Jiachen have heard of your Hong Kun reputation long ago, never had the chance to meet! If possible, I’d like you to become a member of my Luuo Family!"

The youth in the Tang suit, Luuo Jiachen, lightly laughed, with recruiting intent in his tone.

"Mr. Luuo’s words make me, Brother Kuun, humble!"

Brother Kuun rose slightly, neither accepting nor declining.

"Brother, can we really find something to cure Mom’s illness like this?"

At this moment, the girl beside Luuo Jiachen tugged at his clothes and quietly asked.

The girl’s face was filled with urgency and worry, her eyebrows knitted with sorrow and pain.