novelraw Chapter 1397 - 705: Life Should Be Lived With a Smile
Chapter 1397 - 705: Life Should Be Lived With a Smile
In the brief silence, countless spiritual fluctuations rose and fell, malevolence surged, and murderous intent lay hidden.
At the forefront of the crowd, someone squeezed their voice through clenched teeth: "Everyone present is a renowned master, isn't Mr. Ji's words a bit too arrogant?"
Ji Jue glanced over, eyeing the outspoken middle-aged man, his brows furrowed with suspicion:
"Who are you?"
"..."
The middle-aged man's expression grew increasingly sullen as he stood up with cupped fists and said, "I am Gray Port Liu…"
"Sorry, never heard of you. Next!"
Ji Jue waved his hand, interrupting him, and turned back to Minkler with a sigh: "Did you see that? Such a pathetic vibe, trying to stand out and getting laughed at."
The middle-aged man's face instantly reddened, surging with anger, blood faintly appearing in his eyes, suddenly, an ominous wind swept in…
Bang!
Everyone's vision blurred.
Ji Jue remained unmoved, as if nothing had happened, but beneath his feet, there appeared the contorted figure of someone convulsing frantically, frothing and blood-smeared.
In the dead silence, no one spoke, only faces gradually stiffening, brows furrowing.
The White Deer killing Ember, at such a close distance, to have capsized was one thing, but the key was… nobody could clearly see what had happened!
War God jumped, then, after taking a slap, the War God immediately fell asleep.
Just jumped out and immediately landed at Ji Jue's feet, convulsing and struggling endlessly, like a maggot… even a maggot can spew some filthy water, what the hell can you do!
Useless thing!
"To visit someone else's house and still want to fight, shows no manners at all."
Ji Jue lowered his gaze, glancing at the bleeding White Deer, "Ling Liu's people, why so unruly?"
The middle-aged man twitched, opened his mouth wanting to speak, but was silenced by Ji Jue stepping on his neck.
With a thud, he collapsed to the ground.
Passed out.
"Oh no, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"
From outside the door, a figure ran in, unkempt but looking quite young.
At this moment, bent over, he approached, nodding and bowing to Ji Jue, as if he had just arrived: "Misunderstanding, Mr. Ji, that Liu thing is used to eating inside and taking out, truly ignorant.
I didn't keep an eye on him, I apologize to you!"
Ji Jue glanced over, sensing familiarity: "Have we met?"
"Yes, yes, New Spring's food is good, nourishing."
Ling Shuo took off his sunglasses and grinned: "You have so much to handle daily, when you dealt with Pacquiao before, I lent a helping hand… oh, it was me who lacked manners, had I known you were in Seven Cities, I surely would have sought your meeting first, please forgive me."
"Is that so?" Ji Jue laughed.
"Yes, yes."
The former Ling Shuo who sold out Pacquiao nodded and bowed, brought over a chair, wiped it with his sleeve, and respectfully placed it behind Ji Jue.
"Please sit, rare opportunity to seek your advice."
Amidst the strange silence, he stood respectfully behind Ji Jue, unconcerned about appearances, serving tea and water, as for the maggot on the ground, he didn't even spare a glance.
Unconcerned by the bizarre glances from others.
Ji Jue was also unconcerned.
He picked up the tea, took a sip, then placed it aside.
"Truly an impoverished rural area, even the tea is unpalatable."
He shook his head in regret, looked up at the silent crowd, and suddenly smiled: "Come on, everyone, continue. Why stop talking?
Keep the music and dance going, life should be lived with laughter."
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Bang!
Outside the conference room, amidst a series of chaotic noises, someone pushed the door open and entered, interrupting the original family meeting, storming in!.
As everyone raised their heads to look, they saw Minkler burst in and couldn't help but be stunned, brows furrowing.
Some slammed the table and stood up abruptly, ready to berate, but saw Minkler, after surveying the area, collapse before Bogio at the head of the room.
Hugging the still wheelchair-bound Bogio, he wailed as if blood-tearing.
"Brother, brother aaaah…"
He hugged Bogio's good leg, pounding his chest: "Yesterday, we brothers parted so quickly, how did it come to this! Almost separated by life and death!
Your little brother almost couldn't see you again! Who!
Who dares do this, I will definitely avenge you!"
Who the hell else could it be!
Bogio wanted to spit old blood on Minkler's face, damn dog, you still dare come here and continue acting?
But he didn't even have time to speak before Minkler swayed him with a tug, Minkler pressed his leg and stood up, wiped his tears with a sleeve, and shouted furiously: "I know! It's all Luo City, it must be those beasts from Luo City! They dare humiliate the Chopra family so, I and the Sujano family are irreconcilable with them!
Rest assured, even if it means being enemies with Seven Cities, I will firmly stand with the family!"
Are you fucking kidding me!
Countless faces suddenly looked like they ate shit, who the hell summoned him!
If it weren't for you, would the Chopra family have become enemies with Seven Cities!
But Minkler didn't care.
After a round of crying and acting, he stood up, kicked aside the dazed Madik, and sat down in his place.
Then, wearing a face of innocence, he glanced around: "Continue, everyone, why stop talking? Did I come at the wrong time?"
"Minkler——"
Someone finally couldn't help it, slammed the table in rage, stood up and shouted: "You bastard, you dare come back, I..."
"No one speaking? Alright, I'll say a few words then."
Minkler seemed unbothered, leaning back in his chair, adjusting his collar casually before he suddenly said: "Now that the Family Head is newly deceased, the family is divided, wolves are lurking outside, Luo City is watching closely, and far away we face the threat of harmful winds. Truly, at this moment, as our great structure is about to collapse, the family's survival is at stake..."
He suddenly slammed the table, his voice booming:
"—I propose that we advance the Family God's selection!"
For a moment, the conference room fell silent again.
Everyone felt as though they had swallowed one mouthful of excrement after another, unable to speak, exchanging glances and looking at Bogio, whose face was ash-white.
Bogio gritted his teeth, holding back the urge to curse.
What the hell!
This bastard, he's using all my lines!
Did you really think we were sitting in the conference room discussing what?
Is it your place to make that kind of proposal!
Bogio was breathing heavily, grasping his teacup so hard it was about to shatter. If it weren't for last night's terrifying achievements, he would have called for Minkler to be beaten till expelled...
Yet now, he still had to play along.
Swallow his crushed teeth.
Nod in agreement?
That's impossible!
Even if he didn't know what nonsense Minkler was truly up to, his opponent's intention was clear: to oppose it purely and simply!
"Minkler, you may not understand, the selection of the Family God can't simply be rushed, the preparations are complex, and it must be handled carefully, or it might anger the Family God..."
"Is that so?"
Minkler feigned incomprehension and challenged: "I think the family has quite prepared—fragrances and phoenix trees are all set, and if no family fire is sacrificed, might as well divide it as everyone sees fit. Leave me a bit too—I want to roast a couple of wings to taste."
Minkler, damn you...
Before Bogio could retort, Minkler abruptly slammed the table.
"Otherwise, let's go with the old rule—vote!"
He kindly suggested: "Family matters, in the end, should be decided by family. Let everyone vote,"
In an instant of silence, in the lower part of the conference room, someone rolled their eyes and suddenly nodded in agreement:
"I think that's feasible."
"To speak openly, this method isn't bad."
"Indeed, voting is the fairest."
"Yes, yes, let's vote."
"Me too!"
There was even a baby crying loudly, not knowing what was going on, yet somehow seeming to agree, making the whole conference room go into disarray.
Even if, from the family's perspective, those silent third were the truly consolidated and core group, yet, who cares, they all bear the name Chopra?
Every person has rights, and as a Chopra, what's wrong with me casting a vote?!
Before, Bogio and Old Six teamed up to suppress the opposing voices within the family, but now with Minkler leading, who wouldn't shout a couple of times, show off their unifying value!
Minkler smiled, saying nothing.
Bogio's eyes diluted with anger.
Minkler, this despicable creature, he came here precisely for this!
He came just to disrupt!
Regardless, whether successful or not, he wins either way.
If he succeeded, he initiated it and displayed influence within the family. Who knows what else he holds as cards. If unsuccessful, it doesn't matter, the ring prepared by the Family Head for the successor is still on his finger, giving him opportunities to continue causing trouble...
At this thought, Bogio couldn't help but blackout: Father, oh father, why did you have such thoughts before your death!
He watched Minkler coldly.
Minkler looked at him too.
Smiling.
With a smile that made Bogio's heart jittery.
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Outside the conference room, in the courtyard, the bustling chatter remained.
Under numerous scrutinizing gazes, Ji Jue seemed indifferent, basking in the sun and drinking tea, occasionally chatting briefly with Ling Shuo beside him, as if on vacation.
Until someone couldn't hold back, sighed darkly.
"Truly a young hero, really envy Mr. Ji's mindset, still so composed now." Sitting in front, an elderly lady appearing benevolent shook her head and sighed: "Having offended that tyrant, the days ahead will be tough."
"Ha."
Ji Jue chuckled, disinterested in entertaining, just turned back to look at Ling Shuo beside him: "See, coming out and walking about is the right choice.
You can't just squat in a backward place long enough that you become like a frog stuck in a pit, unable to see the slightest thing."
"Indeed."
Ling Shuo nodded repeatedly, smiling like an accomplice, "Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles, I awaken, just regret not reading enough books nor traveling enough."
"Gaining insight is never wrong, don't be like a rat in the gutter, scared sleepless at the sight of a stray dog."
Ji Jue raised his eyes and glanced over, looking at the still smug old fellow, snorted: "What do you amount to, compared to my standing?"
"Offended me, it's his tough days instead!"