Chapter 738: Arrogance

Bei Lun exhaled a ring of smoke and smiled radiantly. “Don’t you try any tricks.”

Mu Xichen smiled sarcastically.

He looked at Bei Lun with his pair of sharp phoenix eyes and said unhurriedly, “Even if I play tricks, what can you do?”

His tone was light and mocking.

It was a provocation.

Bei Lun’s smile widened as he held the cigarette between his teeth.

He glanced down and immediately, ground the sole of his leather shoes against the top of Mu Xichen’s. “Then you might end up having a bad time.”

Mu Xichen laughed. His expression was stone cold as he pulled back his fist and sent a punch into Bei Lun’s face.

Bei Lun raised his hand to block the attack, then, removed the cigarette butt and thrust it towards Mu Xichen’s face.

Mu Xichen grabbed Bei Lun’s wrist and stopped sneering. However, his eyes were still full of sarcasm.

Bei Lun’s wrist joint was pinched tightly, and the cigarette butt fell from between his fingers onto his own shoe.

A burn mark immediately appeared on the shiny shoe top.

Bei Lun’s expression changed. He clenched his jaw and shouted angrily, “F*ck!”

In the midst of her anger, Bei Lun raised his fist, driving it towards Mu Xichen’s stomach.

Mu Xichen evaded it reflexively and countered by blocking the blow.

This infuriated Bei Lun. In no time, the two of them had already started fighting.

The others were shocked by this scene and immediately stopped him. “Baillon!”

“How are we going to get things done if he dies?”

“Stop!”

When Bei Lun heard this, he felt that it made sense.

After thinking it through, he decided to stop.

However, Mu Xichen did not relent.

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Bei Lun gritted his teeth. “You’re doing it on purpose!”

At these words, the people around suddenly understood the implication and said, “He’s doing this on purpose! He just doesn’t want to help us!”

“Does he not care about Gu’s life?”

“Bei Lun, stop now!”

Bei Lun wanted to stop too, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop Mu Xichen’s attacks.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, “Son of a b*tch, stop it!”

Mu Xichen smirked. “Are you afraid now?”

Bei Lun was about to speak when he heard a shout. “Baillon.”

This was followed by the honk of a car.

Everyone looked in that direction. Peter was walking over slowly, and behind him, a black car was parked. Shi Yuanhang was in the driver’s seat.

Bei Lun glanced at the car, but because of this slight distraction, a punch immediately landed on his cheek.

Caught off guard, he groaned in pain as his cheek immediately swelled.

He got onto his feet at once cursed. “Damn it!”

Just as he was about to retaliate, Peter stepped forward and stopped him. He scolded angrily, “How dare you fight with him. If he were to be injured, how would he escort them?”

Mu Xichen heard the keyword: “Them?”

In other words, it was more than one person?

Mu Xichen’s heart skipped a beat and he quickly turned around.

Peter was dressed in all black, as though he was trying to blend into the night.

Mu Xichen walked towards the car as though nothing had happened. Ignoring Bei Lun’s cursing and swearing, he opened the door of the car Shi Yuanhang was in, and got in.

He then leaned back in his seat unhurriedly and said in an arrogant manner, “We can go now.”

When Bei Lun saw Mu Xichen’s attitude, the anger in his eyes intensified.

Peter patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, “There’s a saying in Xia Nation: there’s still a long way to go yet.”