Mo Zicheng glared at Lu Chengwen. "What nonsense are you talking about!?"
Lu Chengwen walked over. "Second Brother, let's talk somewhere private."
Mo Zicheng snapped harshly, "Say it right here!"
"No, Second Brother." Lu Chengwen leaned close and whispered, "I'm holding the Tianwu Clan's fifty billion dollars. They're forcing me to invest it for them. Your little brother's martial arts may be mediocre, but I'm pretty good at business—you know that! Money makes money wherever you invest it. Put it anywhere, and it earns. As long as it's handled properly, this money will keep multiplying—money making money, money producing money. We'll never be able to spend it all..."
"What fifty billion, sixty billion?" Mo Zicheng raged. "Don't try to bluff me with that! How could the mere Demon Race have that much capital? Even if they did, I, Mo Zicheng, eliminate demons, defend the righteous path, and protect Huaxia. Would I really forsake my principles for a few hundred billion... dollars, was it?"
"Yes."
"Would I really abandon my righteous mission for a few hundred billion dollars!?"
Lu Chengwen turned around. "Did everyone hear that!? Mo Zicheng, my Second Brother! He conducts himself with honor and does his work cleanly! His soul is so noble that even fifty billion dollars can't buy him off! Whoever brings up these messy, filthy deals again is insulting my Second Brother and making an enemy of the Mo Family! And me!"
Lu Chengwen pointed at himself and paced before the crowd. "As Mo Zigui's junior brother's senior brother, and his brother's brother—in short, Mo Zigui and I are brothers too! Zigui, right?"
Mo Zigui could not deny that. "Of course."
"Mo Zigui and I have been through life and death together, and we've been set up together. That's how we came to have the