Chapter 596 mo jiu
The Return of the God Level Assassin
MO JIU stared at the two teenagers in front of him. One was tall and had an unfriendly expression as if he was silently telling people not to get close. The other one looked like a middle-schooler. He had a pretty face. But a perceptive person could still see from his smile and those bent eyes that he had nothing but bad intentions.
"What business do you have with me then?" he asked. Because, obviously, the middle-schooler said all those things just to get his attention. Not that itâs enough to get his interest.
"First, let me introduce ourselves. My name is Luo Yan and this is my younger brother, Luo Jin," Luo Yan said.
Mo Jiu showed a slight surprised expression. He looked from Luo Yan to Luo Jin then back to Luo Yan once again. This time, there was a hint of pity in the otherâs eyes. Which made Luo Yan a bit confused.
"Did your parents give all the food in your house to your younger brother growing up thatâs why he grew so tall and you didnât grow at all?"
Luo Yan almost slipped from her seat when he heard that. Even more so because the otherâs expression and tone voice seemed to believe that that was indeed the case. Mo Jiu wasnât mocking or insulting him. He looked genuinely confused as to how Luo Yan could grow, no, actually not grow when his younger brother was so tall.
And here he thought that the surprise he saw on the otherâs face was because he recognized their names. But that was obviously not the case. For the first time, Luo Yan found it quite hard to retain the expression on his face.
Luo Jin, on the other hand, was having quite the fun. Itâs not everyday that he could see his second brother at a loss for words. The reason why he wasnât annoyed by what Mo Jiu said was because the other obviously didnât have any malice when he said it. In a way, this guy was also weird. No, âuniqueâ was probably a much better description.
After Luo Yan got over his initial shock, he chose to just go straight to the point. He had a feeling that playing word games with this guy would only have a negative effect. The worst case, he would end up so annoyed, he would simply decide to forego with this plan and think of a much better one.
"Weâre your sisterâs schoolmates. Weâre also the young masters of the Luo family. Just in case you havenât heard of the Luo family, weâre one of the richest families in this city. Much richer than your family, by the way," he said. "Youâre probably wondering why Iâm saying these things to you. And no, itâs not because Iâm bragging. I just want you to have a background on who we are, just in case your mind started to make up some weird, pardon my cursing, shit."
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This time, it was Mo Jiuâs turn to be speechless. As detached as he was, he still knew about the Luo family. His information was not that extensive. But he knew, at least, that theyâre rich. And just like what this middle schooler, no, high schooler? Anyway, just like what this kid said, theyâre richer than his family.
"And...?" he asked, because he truly couldnât think of what the otherâs point was.
Obviously, they came here looking for him specifically. The only reason he could think of was because of his sister. After all, before this kid introduced himself and his brother, he first said that they were schoolmates with his sister. Which was probably the main point on why these two suddenly approached him.
"Have you read the article about your sister?" Luo Yan asked, no longer beating around the bush. "What will you do if I say that Iâm the one who wrote it?"
Luo Jin glanced at his brother. He didnât expect that Luo Yan would really just go straight to the point. He didnât even bother to make a detour. Luo Jin turned to Mo Jiu, to see how the other reacted. To his surprise, aside from the slight widening of his eyes, the other didnât really have a huge reaction.
Mo Jiu shrugged. "Nothing, probably."
If what this kid said was true, then Mo Jian most likely offended the other. If so, then she rightfully deserved whatâs happening now. That girl had never really been the smartest person in the room.
The kid stared at him, as if observing his reaction. Then, as if discovering something, he said, "You truly donât care."
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Thatâs right, Mo Jiu didnât care. The attachment he had for his family was pretty weak. It didnât really help that his father only ever really focused on Mo Jian. Growing up, his father was just like there to give him financial support. Never an emotional one. It didnât really help that Mo Jian was so unlikable. So, through the years, whatever sentiment he might have had for his family also slowly dwindled.
Not that it affected him in a major way. Probably because he understood very early that he should not really expect anything from his father. The more he expected, the more he would be disappointed. Having no expectations did him wonders. He grew up freely without any emotional shackles.
Because of that, he was able to make decisions in life that didnât center around his family. Decisions that were solely for himself and not for others. His life would have been hell if he grew up wanting his fatherâs recognition. Good thing heâs smart enough to not do that.
"Yes, I really donât," he said as response to what the kid said earlier. "So, if youâre planning to rile me up by saying that youâre the one who wrote that article, it wonât work. Itâs better if you go to my father and say the same thing. Heâd definitely give you a much better reaction."
Luo Yan let out a huge laugh after hearing what Mo Jiu had said. Amusement and delight could be heard in his laugh. What an interesting person. "Hey, want to join us in doing something fun?"