Lu Chengwen untied Mo Meilan.
"Miss Mo, please believe in my character and integrity. I definitely didn't do this, and personally, I don't have such vulgar tastes or filthy habits. I..."
Just then, someone rushed in and was startled to see Mo Haiping. "Eldest Young Master! What are you doing here? There's a fight on the fifth floor!"
"Who's fighting!?"
"The Second Young Master and the Young Master are fighting people from the Yan Zhao Sect!"
Lu Chengwen and Mo Haiping exchanged a look, then hurried toward the fifth floor together.
Fifth floor.
The four of them had fought themselves clear across the place!
They were tangled together, yanking hair, tearing clothes, fists and feet flying in every direction. They were just fighting!
Not one of them retained even a shred of a master's dignity. They were all as crazed and committed as shrews in a street brawl.
Mo Haiping bellowed, "Stop! All of you, stop!"
Lu Chengwen quickly rushed over to break them up. "Separate! Break it up, all of you!"
Zhao Ritian gripped Mo Zigui's hair and yanked hard. "He lets go first!"
Mo Zigui bent back Zhao Ritian's fingers. "He lets go first!"
"Let go! Let go!" Lu Chengwen smacked their hands. "Why aren't you letting go yet!?"
Meanwhile, someone else pulled Long Aotian and Mo Zicheng apart.
Lu Chengwen shoved Zhao Ritian backward, then kicked him right in the ass and pointed at him. "Don't get cocky!"
Then he turned and pushed Mo Zigui away. "You, back up! Back up, back up! Aren't you from the same sect? How did you two end up fighting!?"
The four stood apart, panting.
They glared at each other, every one of them thoroughly unconvinced and resentful.
Lu Chengwen stood between them with his arms spread wide, tensely keeping them