Hearing Dai Mubai's aggrieved sobs, the others were somewhat baffled. Had Ma Hongjun really guessed right—had his lover been stolen?
"Mubai, take it slow. Who beat you? Old Zhao will stand up for you."
Zhao Wuji clearly could not stand the sight of a man crying and sniveling. He hurriedly spoke up, thumping his sturdy chest in assurance.
Dai Mubai embellished the story as he recounted what had happened—how they had seduced his fiancée, how they had ganged up on him three against one without any martial honor. In short, he painted them in the worst possible light.
However, he also mentioned his suspicion that they came from a major power. Otherwise, if they truly provoked someone they could not afford to offend, it would not be his fault.
I've already warned them of the risks. If they still want to stand up for me, they can't blame me. After all, I still have to get by at the academy.
Upon hearing that the other side had an unusual background, Flender frowned deeply. This was going to be difficult.
Seeing his teachers hesitate, Ma Hongjun spoke up. "Teacher, didn't you say that those who fear trouble are mediocrities? There are so many of us. What are we afraid of?"
Ma Hongjun clearly had not received enough beatings from society. He could swagger around Suotuo City only because several Soul Saints had his back. If he went to Heaven Dou City, he would not even know how he died.
With Dugu Chen's background—a Titled Douluo as his teacher and the Young Master of Spirit Hall as his friend—he himself would not dare provoke Spirit Hall without cause.
It was precisely because he understood how vast the world was that he knew how insignificant he was. That was why he had always