Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 196 Young Master of Jingzhou

The waiter naturally knew who was sitting there and certainly wouldn't dare to chase his young master away. This spoiled brat was also the most troublesome guy in the city. If anyone offended him, they would definitely have a hard time in Jingzhou from now on.

Mo Yuming naturally wouldn't tolerate anyone causing trouble in his shop. Seeing the waiter worrying about the matter, he knew his predicament and said softly to him, "You can go now, this is none of your business."

The waiter nodded and was about to leave when the clown saw him and laughed strangely:

"Oh ho, this country bumpkin actually thinks he can put on airs? I think he's tired of living! Hmm..."

Mo Yuming jerked the teacup in his hand, and with a "whoosh," the teacup and the tea inside flew straight into the clown's mouth, embedding itself perfectly in his mouth and shattering his yellow teeth. The scalding hot tea poured down his throat.

The skinny monkey's eyes widened instantly, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat. A moment later, many pink bubbles appeared at the corners of his mouth. The skinny monkey immediately knelt down and grabbed his throat wildly with both hands, trying to shout out, but the teacup was stuck in his mouth and he couldn't open or close it.

"Shut up!" Mo Yuming glanced at it and said lightly.

Upon seeing this, one of the burly men standing behind the young master quickly stepped forward, grabbed the skinny man rolling on the ground, and pried the teacup out of his mouth with his fingers. The skinny man spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth with a "pfft," his mouth agape as he gasped for breath.

"These days are really strange, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to run wild! You little country bumpkin, I bet this is your first time in Jingzhou!"

"Not only are you acting wildly in front of me, but you even dared to injure my attendant. You've got some nerve! Do you know whose territory this is?" The young man in brocade robes said slowly, holding his teacup.

"Rubbish!"

Mo Yuming picked up another teacup and brewed another cup of tea, then began to sip it slowly. He didn't even glance at the other side, focusing solely on drinking his tea.

"How dare he call me 'trash'! He's asking for death! Go, grab him! I'll make him wish he were dead!"

The young man shouted to his entourage standing behind him.

Before he could finish speaking, the pot of iced tea on the table suddenly flew up and smashed on the young man's head with a 'thud,' shattering the pot and splashing tea all over him.

Although Mo Yuming cannot yet control external objects with his spiritual power like a Heaven-rank expert, his earth-elemental profound skill cultivation has reached the peak of the Earth rank. He can still control the movement of some light objects at close range using his profound spiritual power, especially teapots and teacups, which are made of clay and belong to the earth attribute, making them easier for Mo Yuming to handle.

"Ah! That stinking country bumpkin actually dared to hit me! This is outrageous! Go and kill him!"

The man in brocade robes was hit on the head by the teapot, leaving a large bump. Although the tea was cold, it still made him look quite disheveled. No one in Jingzhou City had ever dared to treat him like this before. Having suffered such a humiliation, he was furious and enraged.

"ah!"……

The several seemingly fierce-looking middle-aged cultivators surrounded Mo Yuming and were about to attack when they suddenly felt a blur before their eyes and lost sight of their target. Just as they realized something was wrong, they heard a series of 'bang, bang, bang' sounds behind them. Then, one by one, they were stacked like a human pyramid, with all seven of them being knocked away from behind by a single palm strike.

The seven men immediately felt their spines break and could only lie there, unable to move at all.

"You! What do you want to do?!"

The young man in brocade robes saw the young civilian swiftly break free from the encirclement of the seven thugs, then strike each of them with a single palm, sending them flying and crippling their martial arts.

His legs went weak and he wanted to sneak away, but his legs wouldn't cooperate and he couldn't take a step.

He was very clear about the strength of his followers, who were all outstanding soldiers selected from the military camp. The lowest level was Earth Rank 2, and the strongest one was Earth Rank 5. Normally, few people in the entire Jingzhou City dared to provoke him, simply because he had seven very powerful followers and the family power behind him.

But now, his seven followers were crippled without even touching the enemy's clothes, and the enemy was a mere teenager. The man in brocade robes was stunned by Mo Yuming's strength. He was already in his early twenties, and his family had spent countless sums of money to raise him to the fourth level of the Human Rank. He estimated that his meager strength was not even enough to withstand a single finger from Mo Yuming.

He saw Mo Yuming walking towards him casually and cried out in alarm.

"Trash, you wanted to kill me? I'm standing right in front of you now, so do it!"

Mo Yuming stood in front of him, put his hands behind his back, and said contemptuously.

"I am the young city lord of Jingzhou City. Do you know what the consequences will be if you offend me?"

The man in brocade robes forced a calm demeanor.

"Oh? Is it the young city lord? I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you," Mo Yuming said.

The man in brocade robes, emboldened by Mo Yuming's fear, continued:

"Now that you're scared, apologize to me immediately, and I'll consider your disrespect and perhaps lessen your punishment!"

"Apologize? Has anyone ever seen someone apologize to trash?" Mo Yuming burst into laughter.

Mo Yuming stood in front of the rich young man: "Trash, can you repeat what you said before?"

"I...I didn't say anything, I..."

The rich young man, his face contorted in a grimace, trembled as he backed away.

"Should I throw you out, or will you crawl out yourself?"

Mo Yuming spoke softly, his tone as gentle and refined as a gentleman chatting politely with a friend. But the young city lord of Jingzhou City found it extremely uncomfortable, even more grating than loud insults. Yet, he dared not retaliate in anger, and could only reluctantly and slowly squat down, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, his buttocks sticking up high, crawling unsightly toward the door.

"Wait, leave the money pouch here first. You haven't even compensated the shopkeeper for the broken items yet. You can't expect me to clean up the mess you made!"

Just as the wealthy young man was about to crawl out of the shop, Mo Yuming suddenly called out to him. The young man had no choice but to tearfully take off his purse and throw it to Mo Yuming, then cautiously and quickly crawled out of the hotel and ran like the wind into the street, fearing that he would be called out to again.

Just as passersby were watching with disapproving eyes as the rich young man, looking like a stray dog, awkwardly crawled out of the hotel and was about to flee, suddenly, with a 'smash,' a person flew out of the broken window and landed squarely on the rich young man who had only taken a few steps, sending him sprawling face-first to the ground with a painful howl.

Then, six more figures flew out of the broken window one after another, piling up like a human pyramid in the middle of the street, causing an uproar among the crowd.

The wealthy young man, pinned to the bottom of the platform, was so angry and frustrated that he fainted. He was rescued by patrolling soldiers who arrived after hearing the commotion. By the time the city's soldiers learned of the situation and came to arrest him, the perpetrator had already vanished without a trace.