Chapter 1371: Drawing Swords (6)

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With a deep breath, he declared gruelingly, “Fine. I’ll leave with my men!”

“No!” As soon as the man said that, Mu Lianjue shrieked in alarm. “Brother, do you really believe the words of that child?! A mere seven-year-old actually scares you?! He’s only a child, yet you believe him?!”

Mu Linfeng barked in chastis.e.m.e.nt, “Shut up!”

“…”

He could no longer put up with his brother’s nonsense. It was already embarra.s.sing enough that he had to leave with his tail between his legs, yet now, his brother just had to disgrace him repeatedly with his questioning. Furthermore, he had already lost all his face when the boy put him in a spot!

Alas, his brother just had to sc.r.a.pe away the last vestige of his dignity with his words!

He, therefore, gave his order. “Withdraw and leave!”

Successively, the soldiers present all relaxed their stance. The man, himself, then turned to walk toward his car. His brother immediately ran up to him and blocked his path, grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Brother, are you really this unfeeling?! Are you truly going to leave me here just because of that kid’s words?”

The older brother, however, retorted, “Hah! He’s only a child; why are you getting all panicky then?!”

The verbal slap in the face left him stunned.

Even though his opponent was a mere child, the man, somehow, actually feared him.

It was just that he refused to admit it!

He was actually afraid of a child!

He truly feared a seven-year-old boy!

His older brother brushed his hands off and stepped aside. Seeing that the former was indeed abandoning him, the latter’s heart contorted with rage as his face instantly turned menacing from bitter anger!

Suddenly, he pivoted on his feet and charged toward his brother. Turning him around with a grab of his shoulder, he stepped forward to stand behind him. While his left hand gripped his brother’s throat, his right hand reached for the gun at the man’s waist and pressed it against the latter’s temple. In the span of a few seconds, the tables had turned!

“Second brother, don’t blame me for disregarding our kins.h.i.+p when you’ve been so heartless yourself!”

With his hands restraining and threatening his brother, Mu Lianjue bellowed ruthlessly, “Everyone, back off! Back off!”

Mu Linfeng shook in fear. Never did he expect his young brother to have the guts to take him as a hostage. Did he think that he could escape unscathed by doing so?!

He was bitterly disappointed!

He berated inwardly, This heartless thing! To think he had actually spared a thought for their years of brotherly ties and planned an escape route for him at the expense of falling out with his nephew… In the end, what he received in exchange was his hate and ingrat.i.tude!

“Scoundrel, what the h.e.l.l are you doing?!” he roared in alarm. “Release me this instant, you imbecile!”

“Brother—ha ha—if we must die, let’s die together!”

His younger brother was so mad that his entire face flushed red and his eyes turned particularly bloodshot.

His voice had so much sorrow in it that it sounded demonic.

“Since you choose to abandon me without any regard for our years of brotherly ties, you should perish with me and join me in h.e.l.l! If I can’t leave, you can’t, too!”