"That beast didn't care whether you lived or died, Brother Mo!"
Black Wolf was so furious that every hair on his head stood on end, and he continued through gritted teeth.
"They knew perfectly well that you were frail and sickly, yet they still sold you to Crouching Tiger Manor as a menial servant. They meant to leave you to fend for yourself and die!"
"If you hadn't fought to better yourself, Brother Mo, not only recovering your health but becoming a Martial Artist, who knows how miserable your life would be now? You might have died sick in bed four months ago!"
This was no alarmist talk. Black Wolf had already investigated thoroughly: four months ago, Mo Yun had accidentally fallen into the water and nearly lost his life.
Yet at the time, rather than thinking of saving him, Mo Feng had been scheming to use the spot that rightfully belonged to Mo Yun to send his own son, Mo Fan, to study under a master at the Chaos Blade Sect.
Black Wolf knew without even thinking about it that Mo Feng must have been eager for Mo Yun to die sooner.
Finally, Black Wolf heaved a heavy sigh, took banknotes worth a hundred and twenty taels from inside his robe, and handed them to Mo Yun. "Brother Mo, this is the protection money I collected today!"
Mo Yun was somewhat surprised as he accepted the banknotes worth a hundred and twenty taels. He raised an eyebrow. "Looks like Mo Feng hid quite a bit last month..."
Black Wolf shook his head. "Not really. Most of these hundred and twenty taels were scraped together by your grandfather, Mo Huaishan. Apparently, he brought out all the money he'd saved over the years for his own coffin."
Mo Yun: "..."
Black