On the Day of the Grand Wedding, My Wife Was Acting Strange - Chapter 30:

Chapter 30: Dare to Smash the Young Master’s Place? Courting Death!

Wang Fatty swaggered over to Mao Mengji like a rogue, his large mouth exhaling a foul stench as he said, “Little Mao, Fatty Lord heard you’re causing trouble at my big brother’s casino? What’s the matter? Did you eat the wrong medicine or are you just tired of living?”

Mao Mengji clenched his teeth in hatred. 

This was going to be troublesome. Lin Zhen alone was already difficult to deal with, and now here appeared Wang Fatty, a man who feared neither heaven nor earth, only fearing there wasn’t a fight to be had. It seemed a clash was unavoidable.

Mao Mengji secretly gripped his spear tightly, squeezing out two words from between his teeth, “Fatty Lord.”

“Oh? You say it so unwillingly? Seems you really want to fight with your Fatty Lord, huh?” Wang Fatty’s eyes bulged, nearly popping out as he shouted, “Do you think you have what it takes to fight me, Wang Fatty?”

Mao Mengji said, “Fatty Lord, we are right under the palace walls. Making such a big scene is not appropriate, is it?”

“Screw you! Fatty Lord will do whatever he wants! Not to mention you worthless birds, even if Gu Yunting that old turtle came himself, Fatty Lord would still chop him up without hesitation!”

Mao Mengji glanced behind Wang Fatty at the five hundred Dragon Cavalry soldiers in black armor, all holding spears and crossbows, fully equipped. His own side had only about a hundred men. If they fought, they would certainly lose, and casualties would be unavoidable.

What should he do? Should he just retreat in disgrace and report back?

But Wang Fatty gave him no time to think. With a wave of his fat hand, the five hundred Dragon Cavalry soldiers surrounded the area completely, bows drawn, formation set, awaiting a single order to slaughter the White-Robed Guards.

“Fatty Lord!” Seeing Wang Fatty was about to start the fight, Mao Mengji panicked, “Gentlemen settle matters with words, not violence. What are you trying to do?”

“Gentleman? Hahahaha, Fatty Lord was born a scoundrel! You dare to smash my big brother’s place? Today Fatty Lord will make you pay the price!”

Wang Fatty shouted to the Dragon Cavalry soldiers, “Are you ready?”

“Fatty Lord, give the order!”

“Been ready for a long time!”

“Dare to smash the young master’s place? Courting death!”

Among these were personal guards of the General’s Mansion, as well as the city defense troops responsible for maintaining the capital’s order. They all belonged to the Dragon Cavalry, under the command of Lin Zhenxian’s adopted son, Wang Tienan.

Upon hearing the general’s son was about to start a brawl, these battle-hardened soldiers got excited, itching for a fight. They hadn’t killed anyone for days, and now that there was a chance to kill without consequences, they certainly couldn’t miss it. Almost all of them came, and those who hadn’t yet arrived were rushing over.

Mao Mengji was furious. Scholars encountering soldiers—there was no point arguing.

Facing Wang Fatty, who never spoke reason, he knew that no matter what he said, it was useless.

“Cut them down! I’ll take responsibility for any consequences!” Wang Fatty roared, and the Dragon Cavalry soldiers immediately put away their bows, drew their long sabers, and charged forward!

Mao Mengji, forced into a corner, could only strike first, kicking toward Wang Fatty’s chest.

But Wang Fatty punched directly at his sole, both stepping back and creating distance.

Lin Zhen had never seen such a gang-style brawl before. Excited, he dragged Zhang Li back into the casino, peeking out from the window.

Zhang Li lowered her head, looking at her delicate hand tightly gripped by Lin Zhen, the scorching heat burning into her heart. So annoying, how could he hold her hand like that when they weren’t even close?

Wang Fatty spat into his hands, gripped his unfamiliar saber, and swung it fiercely. Mao Mengji, unwilling to be outdone, wielded his spear, and the two fought intensely at the casino entrance.

Wang Fatty, relying on his size and strength, used wide, heavy strikes. Mao Mengji, though weaker, was agile, dodging like a graceful butterfly, his movements elegant.

But his subordinates, the White-Robed Guards, weren’t so lucky. Facing soldiers who had been on real battlefields, they had no chance of resistance. In less than a quarter of an hour, they were all slaughtered, some spitting blood, some losing legs, and some lying lifeless on the ground.

The surrounding citizens were terrified. They had never seen such a bloody fight in their lives.

“They’re fighting!”

“They’re killing people! Run!”

“Go report to the officials!”

“You fool, they are the officials!”

Soon, only Mao Mengji remained standing among the White-Robed Guards.

The Dragon Cavalry soldiers were still unsatisfied, preparing to gang up on him.

In the chaos, Wang Fatty shouted, “No one is to touch him! This one belongs to Fatty Lord!”

No one dared to disobey, forming a huge circle, leaving Wang Fatty and Mao Mengji in the center, cheering for Wang Fatty.

“Fatty Lord, go!”

“Kill that Beyond!”

Mao Mengji watched his comrades fall one by one. He wanted to save them, but Wang Fatty had him pinned down, unable to break free, leaving him frantic.

Looking at Wang Fatty, who was becoming more and more excited, Mao Mengji realized that if this continued, he would surely be finished.

The two clashed again for four rounds, and Mao Mengji managed to force Wang Fatty back with a spear thrust.

The latter leaned on his saber, panting heavily, a look of appreciation on his face. “Heh, heh, not bad, kid. Not many can last thirty moves against Fatty Lord. You’re one of them! How about joining Fatty Lord? There’s no future following that old turtle Gu Yunting!”

Mao Mengji wiped the sweat from his chin and sneered, “Hah, a true man is loyal unto death. I would never betray the Prime Minister.”

“Stubborn fool. If not for concerns about the Great Qian Nation, Gu Yunting would have been dead long ago.”

“I would rather follow the Prime Minister to death than join the likes of you spoiled brats!”

“Fine, fine, then let’s fight another three hundred rounds!”

“Fight it is! Do you think I fear you!?”

“Stop!” A furious shout came from the crowd.

Who dared to stop them at this time?

Lin Zhen looked through the crowd. Gu Yunting, dressed in a purple robe embroidered with cranes, rode a chestnut horse, leading ten White-Robed Guards to the scene.

Wang Fatty waved his hand, and the Dragon Cavalry soldiers parted, making way.

Gu Yunting entered on horseback, unleashing a torrent of scolding.

“Wang Fatty! You led troops to commit violence, fighting on the streets. Do you still have respect for the law? Do you still have the Emperor in your heart? I’ll report to Wang Tienan and ask him whether this realm belongs to the Emperor or to you!”

Wang Fatty slung his saber onto his shoulder, his face full of disdain. “Then go ask him. Why are you telling Fatty Lord?”

Mao Mengji knelt before Gu Yunting’s horse, “This subordinate failed to complete the mission. Please punish me, Prime Minister.”

“Silence!” Gu Yunting wore an angry face, but inside, he was overjoyed.

Two groups brawling on the street, with casualties—surely the Emperor already knew.

Who the Emperor would side with was obvious without saying.

Lin Zhen might have won on the surface, but he had once again stirred the Emperor’s displeasure. This was a huge victory for the Gu family.

That large sum of money would remain hidden in the casino for now. Gu Yunting didn’t believe Lin Zhen could find it.

“General Mao, I sent you to retrieve the goods, not to start a brawl! Who struck first!?” Gu Yunting kept winking at him, but Mao Mengji stubbornly lowered his head and pretended not to see.

“It was this subordinate who struck first.”

“You…”

What a fool!

With that one sentence, you’ve shifted the blame onto me. Was I the one who sent you to start a street brawl?

“Fool! I will not allow you to shield them. You must tell the truth! Speak properly!” Gu Yunting deliberately emphasized the last words, clearly hinting for him to change his statement and pin the blame on the other side.

But the always upright Mao Mengji didn’t understand these hidden meanings and still lowered his head, saying, “Prime Minister, I am not shielding anyone. It was indeed I who kicked Wang Fatty first.”