At his age, coming here to rob the cradle—what kind of decent man could he be? There was no need to be polite. If he wanted to fight, then fight.
Fan Lang had come for two reasons: first, to teach Murong Chun a lesson; second, to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, intimidating anyone who intended to join the bidding and making them abandon their lustful thoughts.
Today, he was determined to buy Cheng Naixin for ten taels of silver. Whoever dared compete with him would get beaten. A problem that could be solved with force was no problem at all.
No one present had expected Fan Lang to suddenly attack, and everyone was shocked pale.
As Murong Bai's second grandfather, Murong Chun held no low status within the Murong Family. Beating him in front of so many people was practically slapping the entire Murong Family in the face. It was a dangerous provocation, one very likely to invite the Murong Family's retaliation.
"Has he gone mad? He actually dared to hit Murong Chun!"
"Murong Chun got beaten just for placing a bid. It looks like anyone who dares compete with Fan Lang for a woman will get beaten. How overbearing."
"What kind of nonsense is this? Not even the leaders of the three great powers would be so unreasonable!"
"Hmph, he only won one genius competition. Does he really think he's invincible now? He's far too arrogant."
The crowd whispered among themselves, and many were dissatisfied.
Fan Lang heard some of the muttering and shot the crowd a cold look. Those who had been talking nonsense immediately shut their mouths. He ground his foot down harder, making Murong Chun suffer a little more before finally grabbing the old man and hauling him up.
Murong Chun's face was covered