The farce came to a hasty end with Cen Muyun fleeing in defeat. Who would have thought that the man who kept shouting that he would fight Cen Muxiao to the death if anyone dared touch him would run faster than anyone at the most crucial moment?
A contest had ended before it even began, and the difference between them was obvious. From their performances alone, one could see why Cen Muxiao would emerge victorious in the final struggle.
If one wanted to win, one had to be willing to go all out.
Not just in business, but even in such a trivial matter before him, this was how Cen Muxiao operated.
He had originally only intended to dock some of Cen Muyun's allowance as punishment. He had not expected his second brother to be so unwilling to accept it that he would come knocking and humiliate himself.
Naturally, Cen Muxiao had to make him regret making the trip.
After returning to the villa, he called his second uncle first.
"Hello, Muxiao. Do you need something from your second uncle?"
The moment Cen Mingxin received a call from this nephew, he knew it could not be good news. He had just received the things Cen Muxiao had sent over that afternoon, and now the call came. What, was he afraid Cen Mingxin would play favorites and be reluctant to discipline his own son?
He was underestimating his uncle's broad-mindedness too much!
Cen Muxiao's voice came through. "Yes, it's a small matter. I wanted to let you know that Second Brother just left my place."
The man on the other end immediately raised his voice. "What? That brat went to your place? I've been looking for him and haven't seen hide nor hair of him all afternoon. He's completely out of