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Chapter 229 - 229 229 Turning Against Each Other!

229: Chapter 229: Turning Against Each Other!

Dog Eat Dog!

229: Chapter 229: Turning Against Each Other!

Dog Eat Dog!

Dominance on display!

When Mu En roared furiously, it startled everyone around him.

Wu Jie, who was on the table, immediately started cursing:

“Are you friggin’ mourning here?

You scared the crap out of me—I almost fell off the table!”

Mu En glared fiercely at Wu Jie but said nothing.

After hanging up the phone, he immediately turned to his father, Mu Huan, and said:

“Tonight’s deal got hijacked, and all the goods are gone!”

Bang!

Mu Huan slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his face turning thunderously dark.

His eyes glowed menacingly, radiating murderous intent.

In a swift move, he turned his head towards Mu Jun.

“Second son, go check it out immediately.

What really happened?

We’ve never had an issue for so many years; how did we get robbed this time!”

Mu Jun stood up and stepped away at once.

Xu Feng’s lip twitched slightly; he pulled over a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

Xu Feng shouted at Wu Jie:

“How long are you planning to stand there?

This is a dining table, not your damn stage for singing!”

Wu Jie laughed: “I’d actually like to sing, but there’s no music here.

It wouldn’t show off my karaoke prowess!”

“Oh, my Mr.

Wu, big boss Wu, please come down already!

The food is about to be served!”

Wang Taixiong slumped on the floor, crying out with a mournful expression.

After tossing the microphone to a waiter, Wu Jie flipped off the table and laughed:

“Let’s change the table.

Otherwise, I’m afraid they’ll have a shadow over it and won’t be able to eat!”

Wang Taixiong rolled over and scrambled up, immediately shouting:

“No need to change the table, just replace the tablecloth!”

“Hehe, Mr.

Wang is always pragmatic!”

Once seated back in his original spot, Wu Jie immediately took out a cigarette and lit it.

A ring of smoke flew out, colliding with Xu Feng, who just turned around.

Puff—cough, cough!

Wiping his face, Xu Feng complained:

“Crap, that’s a serious nicotine addiction you’ve got there!”

“What’s up?

How does it feel to breathe secondhand smoke, enjoyable or not?” Wu Jie nonchalantly asked with a smile.

“Enjoyable my ass!”

Xu Feng glanced sideways at the Mu Father and Son, who were murmuring with their heads lowered, his expression growing more complicated.

Wu Jie asked jokingly, “Do you know why Mr.

Mu got so angry just now?

It feels like he’s lost a big sum of money!”

Xu Feng sneered, “Judging by the looks on their faces, probably a loss of over a hundred million!”

Over a hundred million?

What kind of goods are so valuable?

After pondering briefly, Wu Jie understood.

No wonder Mu En could afford to wreck a Lamborghini and then switch to a Porsche…

He clearly isn’t short on cash!

Making two or three hundred million from a risky trade of goods, and if it’s self-produced and sold, the profits would be even greater.

With such unprecedented profits, it’s no wonder that so many people take such enormous risks.

It’s also no wonder that, even with a few billion gone up in smoke, these people here could quickly come up with the cash again.

“It’s really friggin’ lucrative!” Wu Jie exclaimed.

“Murder and arson come with a golden belt!

Did you think it was just a saying?”

Looking at Mu Jun who hastily returned, Xu Feng said with a cold laugh, “If Mr.

Wu is interested, I could introduce you!”

Wu Jie quickly shook his head:

“I’m not a brave guy.

Being a kept man, a pretty face living off others, suits me just fine!”

Xu Feng was about to speak when he saw Mu Jun crouched and hurried over to the Mu Father and Son, his expression suddenly tensed.

“Why so nervous, Mr.

Xu?

It’s not like you’re the one who hijacked their goods, right?” Wu Jie teased with a laugh.

No sooner had the words left his mouth…

“Mr.

Xu!!”

Mu En shot up to his feet, his eyes wide with fury as he pointed at Xu Feng.

“I’ve treated you well, haven’t I?

Wined and dined you these past days, and this is how you repay me?”

Xu Feng clenched his fist and narrowed his eyes, coldly smiling with a frosty gaze:

“Mr.

Mu, you actually suspect me?”

“From Liuli City to Tianyuan, it takes two hours by plane.

Am I so fucking full that I’d send people all the way to rob your shipment?”

“My family doesn’t lack factories; we can’t even sell all of our own goods.

Why the hell would I steal yours?

To steam some buns with it?”

Mu En’s eyes were fierce, and he gritted his teeth:

“Quit bullshitting me.

Once I catch your men, and the evidence is in hand, I want to see how you’ll squirm your way out of this!”

“Uncle, call some people here right now.

Mad Xu, if you don’t give me an explanation, even if God Himself arrives, I’ll have you ground into mincemeat!”

Xu Feng erupted in rage, shouting loudly:

“You fucking dare touch me?

Believe it or not, I’ll annihilate you first?”

Mu En pointed to his own head: “Come on!

Beat me to death!

Here in Tianyuan, do you think I’d be afraid of a little punk like you?”

“Who are you calling a little punk?

I’ve said it’s not me who did it!”

Mu Huan slammed the table and roared: “But how do you explain that your men were at the scene of the transaction?”

“Traveling all the way from Liuli City for tourism, and just happened to pass by?

That’s a desolate place.

Your guys really fucking know how to pick their moments and locations, huh!

Do you think it’s my first day in this business?”

Xu Feng snorted coldly and sat down:

“Say whatever you want; it wasn’t me who robbed your shipment!”

With that, Xu Feng turned his head toward Wu Jie.

“What are you spacing out for?

Give me a cigarette!”

“Fuck!

Aren’t you the one afraid of not getting it up after smoking?”

Wu Jie, awkwardly smiling, fished out a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to Xu Feng.

Taking the cigarette, Xu Feng took several fierce puffs.

As his arm fell, Wu Jie clearly saw his hand trembling slightly.

The mighty Mr.

Xu of Liuli City, actually flustered!

Could it really be him who did it?

If it wasn’t, why the anxiety?

At that moment, Wu Jie felt oddly thrilled, more so than watching any fucking movie.

He vividly remembered that Mu Jun seemed to have been talking with Fang Guozhi!

How had Xu Feng suddenly become involved, and furthermore, suspected by the Mu Family and hated vehemently?

The other social elites at the table were holding back their laughter, seemingly quite happy.

They were probably delighted that the Mu Family’s attempt to disrupt the power balance of Tianyuan’s three major families by colluding with the Xu Family backfired spectacularly!

At this point, the waiter changed the tablecloth and quickly started serving dishes.

The atmosphere in the hall was lively.

Clinking glasses, laughing, and chatting, the place buzzed with activity.

Yet, the atmosphere at the table Wu Jie sat at was awkward.

“Let’s eat!

If you’re not full, where will you get the energy to fight?”

Wu Jie picked up his chopsticks to serve himself, causing the other social elites to burst into laughter and drawing glares full of anger and resentment from Xu Feng and the three from the Mu Family.

“Why are you glaring at me?

If you want to argue, to fight, you can do that outside!

Why waste a seat and not eat?”

“These are all expensive dishes!

Abalone sashimi, foie gras, truffles, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, steamed knife-fish…”

“You all look down on them and won’t eat, right?

Well then, I won’t be polite with this bowl of caviar!”

Wu Jie grabbed the caviar and devoured it voraciously, enjoying every bite.

He specifically targeted the most expensive dishes, so quick that some of the social elites barely got their chopsticks ready before finding nothing left to grab.

“Fuck!

Were you starving to death in a past life?”

“Slow down!

Damn it, leave some for me!”

“Knife-fish, knife-fish!

Wu Jie, you little bastard, save some for me!”

…

Wu Jie and several social elites scrambled for the food, while Xu Feng was still in a standoff with the three from the Mu Family.

Just then, Xu Feng’s phone finally rang.

After less than two seconds of listening, his face turned grim.

The hand holding the cigarette trembled even more…