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

Chapter 2: Is That Any Way to Speak to Your Brother-in-Law? But unfortunately, the current Fang Mo was no longer the Fang Mo of the past—he was 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 statement severing all ties with the Fang Family, including the father-son relationship with Fang Xiaolian!"

Uncle He froze slightly. He had clearly not expected Fang Mo to state his terms so bluntly and decisively, and a flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes.

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

But Fang Mo's gaze was resolute, without a single ripple.

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

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

"Absolutely certain, Uncle Fang!"

An unprecedented resolve seeped through Fang Mo's voice. "This is better for everyone, isn't it?"

Lawyer Liu's eyes also lit up slightly.

He began reassessing the young master before him. He was no longer the meek and submissive youth from his earlier impression, but someone with convictions of his own—perhaps even a few shades of ruthless resolve.

Fang Mo had already made his plans.

Now that he possessed an Innate Divine 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 spare himself 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, there was no pursuing 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, along with a cold, somewhat familiar voice from the receiver.

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

"One million!"

Fang Mo heard it loud and clear. He touched his face. "Fang Mo, Fang Mo, you really are tragic. In your father's eyes, you're only worth 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 easy agreement made Uncle Fang pause in surprise once more. Though puzzled, he still turned to the lawyer. "Lawyer Liu, have the Law Firm draw up the agreement."

"Alright, I'll have it prepared right away!"

Lawyer Liu immediately called the Law Firm and instructed them to prepare 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 back, even closing his eyes.

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

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

Three hundred years ago, humanity entered the interstellar age.

Humanity discovered other Earth-like planets, along with rare and wondrous Spirit Medicine and powerful Exotic Beasts.

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

From that point 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 wanted 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 one it was, they all tested a martial artist's bone structure and talent.

He had already been deemed to lack the bone structure of a martial artist. He had been born with weak bones and could not pass the test at all.

So if he wanted to walk the martial path, there was only one route left.

That was to learn martial arts at a Martial Hall.

Although Martial Halls were the lowest tier among these martial forces, and generally taught only ordinary techniques, at least some of them possessed the real thing.

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 innate bone structure you had.

So he only wanted cash. With 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 sent over one million in cash.

Fang Mo took the money and promptly 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 devote himself wholeheartedly to pursuing his dream of martial arts.

Uncle He left.

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

Fang Mo had just packed up 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, dressed in extravagance. One glance was enough to tell they were rich young masters.

The leader wore a white Armani suit from head to toe, orange Armani calfskin shoes, and fashionable choppy long hair. His face was full of arrogance, and even before he entered the room, the scent of his cologne came rushing in.

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

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

"Qin Lang, is that any way to speak to your brother-in-law?"

Fang Mo looked at him calmly.

This youth was called Qin Lang.

He was the younger brother of Fang Mo's fiancée, Qin Muxue.

Qin Lang had never acknowledged Fang Mo, believing he was unworthy of his sister, so he had often bullied the former Fang Mo.

He usually took pleasure in putting Fang Mo down.

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

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

A mocking smile curled Fang Mo's lips. "Then did you come all this way to celebrate my newfound freedom?"

Qin Lang's anger flared, but Fang Mo's next words left him stunned. "You should be glad I'm still alive. Otherwise, your sister would have become a widow in every sense of the word."

"You're courting death!"

Qin Lang was thoroughly enraged. With a sudden movement, he was already in front of Fang Mo, reaching for his throat.

So fast! This is a Bright Force martial artist!

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

But he was no longer the Fang Mo from before!

He did not choose to take the attack head-on. Instead, he swiftly leaned back, falling onto the bed and rolling with the momentum to the other side.

At the same time, he flicked his toe upward, striking straight at Qin Lang's groin.

Qin Lang had never expected Fang Mo to dodge, much less counterattack. His grasp found only air, and he froze for a moment.

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

"How is that possible?"

The two rich young masters who had entered with Qin Lang were both dumbfounded!

What was going on?

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

Was this still Yunyang's most notorious Waste Young Master?

"I'm going to 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 behind evidence of violence here? You just called off the engagement, and now you're going 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 clenched tightly, fury blazing in his eyes, though there was also a trace of hesitation.

Fang Mo's words had clearly touched on something he had never considered, leaving him at a loss for how to respond.

The tense atmosphere in the hospital room seemed to freeze solid, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

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

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

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