Is That How You Talk to Your Brother-in-Law?

It was just a pity that the current Fang Mo was no longer the Fang Mo of the past, but a soul from Earth.

"Convert the hotel shares into cash. Five million, and I'll sign immediately!"

Fang Mo tossed the share document onto the bed and said calmly, "And I can sign a declaration severing all ties with the Fang Family, including dissolving my father-son relationship with Fang Xiaolian!"

Uncle He was slightly stunned. He clearly had not expected Fang Mo to lay down his terms so directly and decisively, and a flicker of astonishment passed through his eyes.

He stared at Fang Mo, seemingly trying to find even a trace of jest in that calm face.

But Fang Mo's gaze was resolute, without the slightest ripple.

"Young Master... are you sure you want to do this?"

Uncle He's brow concealed irrepressible confusion. To be precise, he could no longer understand this Young Master!

"I'm absolutely sure, Uncle He!"

An unprecedented resolve colored Fang Mo's tone. "This is better for everyone, isn't it?"

Lawyer Liu's eyes also lit up slightly.

He began to reassess this Young Master before him. No longer was he the timid, submissive youth from his earlier impression, but someone with his own convictions—someone even somewhat ruthless in his resolve.

Fang Mo had already made his plans.

Now that he possessed an Innate Supernatural Ability and had come to this martial world, wasn't this his chance to fulfill his dream?

He had already decided to pursue the martial path, so he did not want any external factors to affect him.

The Fang Family's situation was far too complicated. He wanted to break away and reduce unnecessary trouble.

The five million was his funding for learning martial arts.

As the saying went, the poor studied literature while the rich practiced martial arts. Without money, one could not pursue the martial path!

"Wait!"

Uncle He seemed to have sensed Fang Mo's determination as well. He took out his phone and walked outside.

Before long, his low voice drifted in from outside. Through the receiver, Fang Mo could also hear a cold, somewhat familiar voice.

"You unfilial son, you want to sever our father-son relationship, do you? Fine, grant him his wish. Give him one million and let him get lost—the farther, the better!"

"One million!"

Fang Mo heard it loud and clear. He rubbed his face. "Fang Mo, Fang Mo... you really are pathetic. In your father's eyes, you're worth only one million!"

Uncle He walked back in, slipped his phone into his pocket, and looked at Fang Mo.

"The Family Head has agreed, but he'll only give you one million!"

"Fine."

Fang Mo answered calmly.

His ready agreement made Uncle He pause in surprise again. Though filled with doubts, he still turned to the lawyer. "Lawyer Liu, have your firm prepare the agreement."

"Alright, I'll have it prepared immediately!"

Lawyer Liu promptly called his firm and told them to draft the agreement.

"The money will be delivered soon!"

Uncle He looked at Fang Mo with regret on his face. "Young Master, you're still being too impulsive. Why take things to such an absolute end?"

"Call me when the agreement is ready."

Fang Mo slid down and lay on the bed, even closing his eyes.

Anger flickered in Uncle He's eyes at Fang Mo's behavior, but in the end, he said nothing. He merely stood with his hands folded, silent.

He simply could not understand why Fang Mo was doing this. Leaving the Fang Family—had he gone mad?

But how could he possibly know what Fang Mo was thinking?

Through the memories of the original owner's soul, Fang Mo had already come to understand this world.

Three hundred years ago, humanity entered the Interstellar Era.

Humanity discovered other Earth-like planets, as well as rare and miraculous Spiritual Medicine and powerful exotic beasts.

People discovered that eating Spiritual Medicine and Exotic Beast Meat could strengthen the body, temper the bones, and cleanse the marrow.

From then on, martial arts began to flourish.

After more than three hundred years of great martial development, however, all kinds of cultivation resources had already been monopolized.

There were only several paths for those who wished to learn martial arts: first, gain admission to a Martial Academy; second, join an Inherited Sect; third, attach oneself to a Martial Arts Family; fourth, join an official martial organization, such as the Public Security Bureau or the military.

But no matter which path one chose, a martial artist's Bone Structure and talent had to be tested.

He had already been determined to lack the Bone Structure of a martial artist. He had been born with weak bones and could not pass the test at all.

If he wanted to walk the martial path, then only one route remained.

That was to study martial arts at a Martial Hall.

Although Martial Halls ranked at the bottom among these martial forces and generally taught only ordinary techniques, at least some of them possessed genuine skill.

Of course, some Martial Halls had strict requirements.

But there were always Martial Halls that cared only about money. As long as you paid, they would teach you, without caring what kind of Bone Structure you had.

So he only wanted cash. Once he had money, he could find a Martial Hall and learn martial arts.

Half an hour later, Lawyer Liu came running over, drenched in sweat, with the agreement and declaration in hand.

The Fang Family also delivered one million in cash.

Fang Mo took the money and briskly signed the agreement.

Looking at the one million in cash in the bag, a smile appeared on his face.

From this day on, he was free in this world, with no ties and no burdens.

He could focus wholeheartedly on pursuing his dream of martial arts.

Uncle He left.

Fang Mo immediately pulled out his IV needle, preparing to leave the hospital and carry out the next step of his plan.

Bang!

Fang Mo had just packed his things and was about to leave when the door was kicked open with tremendous force.

His expression darkened as he turned to look.

Three young men stood in the doorway, all seventeen or eighteen years old. Dressed extravagantly, they were clearly heirs of wealthy families.

The leader wore a white Armani Suit from head to toe, Armani Orange Calfskin Shoes on his feet, and fashionable choppy long hair. His face was full of arrogance, and even before he entered, the scent of his cologne rushed into the room.

"Yo! Useless Young Master, you're not dead yet!"

The young man looked at Fang Mo with a teasing smile and swaggered inside.

"Qin Lang, is that how you speak to your Brother-in-law?"

Fang Mo looked at him calmly.

This youth was Qin Lang.

He was none other than the biological younger brother of Fang Mo's fiancée, Qin Muxue.

Qin Lang had never approved of Fang Mo. He believed Fang Mo was unworthy of his sister, so he had bullied the former Fang Mo plenty of times.

He usually took pleasure in putting Fang Mo down.

"Brother-in-law? You? Keep dreaming!"

Qin Lang gave a scornful snort. "The engagement was called off this morning. What are you still fantasizing about?"

A mocking smile curled across Fang Mo's lips. "Then did you come specifically to celebrate my regaining my freedom?"

Qin Lang was provoked into anger, but Fang Mo's next words left him stunned. "You should be glad I'm still alive. Otherwise, your sister would become a widow in name and fact."

"You're courting death!"

Qin Lang was completely enraged. With a single movement, he arrived before Fang Mo and reached for his throat.

So fast! This is a Mingjin Martial Artist!

Fang Mo was alarmed. The other man's speed was astonishing, and his imposing aura was powerful as a fierce gust bore down on him.

But he was no longer the Fang Mo from before!

Rather than take it head-on, he quickly arched backward, falling onto the bed and rolling with the momentum to the other side.

At the same time, he flicked his toes upward, aiming straight for Qin Lang's groin.

Qin Lang had never expected Fang Mo to evade him, much less counterattack. His grab missed, and he froze in shock.

"Ah!"

With a miserable scream, he clutched his crotch with both hands, his face twisted in agony.

"How is that possible?"

The two rich young men who had followed Qin Lang inside were dumbfounded!

What was going on?

Young Master Lang had been injured by Fang Mo's kick?

Was this still Yunyang's most famous useless young master?

"I'll kill you!"

Qin Lang clutched his crotch and roared furiously.

"You dare!"

Fang Mo suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an unignorable firmness. "Qin Lang, don't forget that this is a hospital. There are surveillance cameras everywhere. Are you sure you want to leave evidence of violence here? You just called off the engagement, and now you want to beat up your former Brother-in-law. Are you trying to make your Qin Family lose face along with you?"

Qin Lang's hand stopped in midair. His fist was clenched tight, fury blazing in his eyes, though there was also a trace of hesitation.

Fang Mo's words had clearly struck upon something he had never considered, leaving him unsure how to respond for a moment.

Inside the hospital room, the tense atmosphere seemed to freeze solid, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Just then, a crisp, forceful rebuke came from outside the room:

"Stop, Qin Lang! What do you think you're doing?"