Chapter 62: This Must Be a Misunderstanding

"Chengquan, where did you get the nerve to act so brazenly in front of Mr. Mo?"

At that moment, a cold, stern voice echoed from outside the private room.

Chengquan turned his head and saw Li Qilang and Chen Jianpeng entering, both with dark, unfriendly expressions.

The sight of them made Chengquan's heart jolt; his face turned ashen.

In Qian City, the Cheng family was indeed a force to be reckoned with, and Chengquan himself was the city's most notorious young rake. No ordinary person would dare make a peep in his presence.

But in front of Li Qilang and Chen Jianpeng, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly. One was the son of a powerful magnate, the other the future heir of the most influential family—neither were people he could afford to cross.

Now, with both appearing together, how could he not be afraid?

"Brother Li, Brother Chen, you’ve come to join the fun too," Chengquan chuckled awkwardly.

"I asked you, who gave you the courage to act up in front of Mr. Mo?" Li Qilang’s tone sharpened.

"Brother Li, you misunderstand. I don’t even know this Mr. Mo," Chengquan replied with a forced smile.

"You don’t know him?"

A mocking glint flashed in Li Qilang’s eyes. "All right, then let me tell you who Mr. Mo is."

He pointed at Mo Han and declared in a grave voice, "This is Mr. Mo, the man I, Li Qilang, respect most. If you act up in front of him, you’re acting up in front of me!"

"Mr. Mo is also an honored guest of the Chen family. To offend him is to offend us," Chen Jianpeng added, his voice equally stern.

Their words made Chengquan tremble from head to toe.

Even with a thousand times the courage, he wouldn’t dare provoke both the Li and Chen families at once.

These were the true overlords of Qian City; compared to them, what was he but dust?

Just who was this young man, to be such an honored guest of both the Chen and Li families?

"Young Master Li, Young Master Chen, this is all a misunderstanding! I truly didn’t know this gentleman was your friend. I’m sincerely sorry!" Chengquan hastened to apologize, not daring to make a fuss.

"Mr. Mo told you to kneel and apologize. Didn’t you hear him? You show no sincerity at all—believe me, I’ll smack you right now!" Li Qilang glared, his presence intimidating.

Chengquan’s face turned utterly unsightly.

Li Qilang was giving him no face whatsoever.

Though the Chengs were not on the same level as the Chen and Li families, they were still a prominent family in Qian City—not to be humiliated so casually.

"Li Qilang, aren’t you taking yourself too seriously? I’m letting it go for your sake, not because I fear you," Chengquan shot back coldly, meeting Li’s gaze. To demand he kneel—impossible.

A man can be killed, but not humiliated!

Li Qilang’s face darkened as he prepared to move.

"It’s too late for you to kneel now," came a voice.

Mo Han stood up, stepped forward, and seized Chengquan’s wrist in a single motion.

"Let go of me, damn it!" Chengquan roared, trying to wrench his hand free.

With a sudden twist, a sharp crack sounded—Mo Han had snapped Chengquan’s wrist.

Since Chengquan had dared covet his wife, Mo Han had no intention of letting him off.

Chengquan screamed in agony, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"You... you’re dead, you hear me!" Chengquan clutched his broken wrist, glaring at Mo Han with murderous intent.

If looks could kill, Mo Han would have died a hundred times over already.

"And how will you kill Mr. Mo? Will you kneel and curse him to death?" Li Qilang stepped forward and slapped Chengquan across the face, mocking him.

Mo Han was the chief instructor of the military division; if the Cheng family dared provoke him, their doom was certain.

Li Qilang had long heard Chengquan was trouble and had always wanted to deal with him. He hadn’t expected to encounter him here—nor to see him disrespect the man he revered most. Naturally, he wouldn’t be lenient.

"Li Qilang!" Chengquan was incensed after being slapped. But considering Li Qilang’s status, he dared not retaliate, though his fury boiled over.

"Get lost. If I ever catch you bullying ordinary people again, I’ll beat you every time," Li Qilang said coldly.

Chengquan cast a resentful glance at Mo Han, then at Li Qilang, before finally leaving with his female companion.

With his wrist broken by Mo Han, he certainly wouldn’t stay for the auction.

But in his heart, he was already plotting Mo Han’s demise.

"Mr. Mo, President Li," Li Qilang quickly greeted Mo Han and Li An’an.

Mo Han nodded.

Li Qilang and Chen Jianpeng took seats beside them. Chen Jianpeng poured drinks for Mo Han and Li An’an and first toasted Mo Han.

"By the way, Mr. Mo, after discussing with my father, he can only give me five hundred million to invest in the pharmaceutical factory. If you don’t mind having other investors, I could bring in more people to invest," Chen Jianpeng suddenly said after a few drinks.

Mo Han had asked him about investing yesterday, and he’d discussed it with his father, who agreed to allocate five hundred million.

"Five hundred million?" Mo Han mused for a moment. "With that, I can only offer you a twenty percent stake."

He intended to build the largest pharmaceutical plant in the Southwest, and five hundred million was far from enough. Besides, he was absolutely confident the factory would turn a profit quickly.

"That’s perfectly fine," Chen Jianpeng nodded.

He was confident Mo Han’s new medicine would make money; it was only a matter of being unable to persuade his father. He knew firsthand how effective the Rejuvenation Pill was. Though Mo Han had set a modest price, once it hit the market, it would be snapped up instantly.

Originally, he’d wanted the distribution rights for the Rejuvenation Pill, but with Mo Han inviting him to invest in the new drug, he couldn’t miss the chance.

With modern life improving, people were earning more but ruining their health in the process. Health had become a desperate desire, and the demand for the Rejuvenation Pill would surely explode.

It was just a pity that this golden opportunity fell to Dongjia Group, leaving Chen Jianpeng with some regret.