RTCBM 1

Almost everyone in the city knew that Luo Yi, the richest man around, had recently taken in a street punk as his godson. His name was Mu Yuan, and he was ridiculously spoiled.

That kid’s gangster background had nothing in common with Luo Yi’s aristocratic lineage. Rumors flew. Some said Mu Yuan was Luo Yi’s long-lost illegitimate son. Others whispered that he was Luo Yi’s kept boy. Some even claimed that Luo Yi must have been cursed with black magic.

Speculations spread everywhere, but no one could produce any real proof.

Luo Yi did not care about the gossip. People had mouths, and they could say whatever they wanted.

The truth was not nearly as complicated as everyone thought. Luo Yi was sixty-two this year. His wife had passed away thirty years ago, and he never remarried. Half a year ago, he was caught up in a stabbing incident and was saved by Mu Yuan. Right then and there, Luo Yi decided to adopt him as his godson.

Mu Yuan knew he had stumbled onto the luckiest break of his life. Growing up on the streets, he was sharp, quick-witted, and good at seizing opportunities. He sweet-talked Luo Yi with “Godfather” at every turn. One day he dragged Luo Yi out for tea. The next he brought health supplements, always finding new ways to keep the old man grinning.

Luo Yi was so charmed that he could not stop bragging about his filial godson. He took Mu Yuan to every social event he could, introducing him to powerful people and helping him build a network in high society.

On the surface, everyone welcomed Mu Yuan with smiles, but behind his back, they never stopped gossiping about his origins, mocking and ridiculing him. If they were being polite, they called him a rising star. If they were being nasty, they called him a vulgar upstart. No matter how expensive the suit he wore, it could not hide the heavy street punk aura clinging to him. Just like noble blood seeped out from one’s bones, the same could be said for a nouveau riche.

As for how others viewed him, Mu Yuan knew perfectly well. Whether or not they liked him was one thing. Whether they dared to mock him to his face was another. With Old Master Luo backing him up, who would dare disrespect him openly?

Except for one person. Wen Shang.

Wen Shang was Luo Yi’s nephew. He had studied abroad in Europe and after graduation, went straight to North America to take over the family’s branch business there. Early last month, he returned to the country to prepare for officially succeeding his father and becoming the heir of the Wen family.

Half a month ago, Wen Shang set his eyes on a prime piece of land in the downtown area at an auction. No one at the scene offered a higher bid, and Wen Shang thought the land was already in his pocket.

Out of nowhere, a challenger appeared. The man kept raising the bid again and again, determined to wrest the land from him. As the price climbed higher and higher, neither side showed any signs of backing down.

Curious about the idiot competing with him, Wen Shang glanced across the room. Just one look was enough to make his eyes burn.

Both arms were covered in gaudy tattoos. A thick gold chain hung around his neck. His hair, stiff with half a bottle of hair gel, was styled into a tasteless mess. He was the very image of a thug, vulgar beyond words. In short, he was nothing but a walking billboard for “upstart.”

In that brief moment of distraction, Wen Shang suddenly felt a wetness below.

When he looked down, he saw that some blind bastard had splashed mineral water all over his crotch. That little incident at the auction ended up costing Wen Shang the chance to bid further, and he watched helplessly as the prime piece of land slipped into someone else’s hands.

Having something he wanted snatched away from him was a first. What made it worse was that after the auction ended, the idiot who had splashed water on him was seen chatting and laughing with that vulgar upstart. Clearly, they were in it together.

As he walked past the upstart, Wen Shang deliberately slowed down and threw a hostile glance at him. The man did not care in the slightest. Wearing a smug, cocky grin, he looked Wen Shang straight in the face and said, “Thanks for letting me have it.”

On the surface, Wen Shang stayed calm, but deep down, he had already etched the thug’s name into his memory. Mu Yuan. This debt would be paid sooner or later.

The next time they met was a week later, at a bar.

Mu Yuan had set his sights on a woman, successfully hooked up with her, and dragged her into the bathroom for a quick fuck. It was only afterward that he found out the woman was Wen Shang’s new girlfriend.

This was serious. Wen Shang was now wearing a massive green hat, covering him tightly from head to toe. How could he possibly swallow that?

Without warning, Wen Shang walked right up and punched Mu Yuan squarely across the right side of his face.

Mu Yuan’s gang of followers saw their boss getting hit and immediately rolled up their sleeves, veins bulging from their necks, ready to throw down. The friends who had come with Wen Shang saw the situation about to explode and quickly closed in to back him up. The air was thick with tension.

Mu Yuan had a nasty temper and was not someone easy to mess with, but when it came to street business, there were still some rules that needed to be followed.

Even if he had not known beforehand, the fact remained that he had slept with someone else’s woman. Mu Yuan could only accept it. Wearing a pleasant smile, he said to Wen Shang, “Brother, it was my fault for sleeping with your girl. I really didn’t know she was taken. Besides, I took your punch in front of all my boys without fighting back. That should count for something. Why don’t we call it even?”

Wen Shang walked out of the bar. The moment he turned his back, the expression on his face turned vicious and murderous.

“That is it?” one of his friends asked.

That is it?

Bullshit. In his dreams.

Wen Shang came from an aristocratic family. On the surface, he was well-dressed and refined, but deep down, he was ruthless and savage. Anyone who crossed him would never get away with it.

“Find out everything about him first. Then we will pick a day and kill him.”

That weekend, the Wen family hosted a private family party. Luo Yi, being a relative, was naturally invited. Before leaving, he called Mu Yuan over, saying he wanted to bring him along to meet some of the uncles and aunts.

It was at this party that Mu Yuan and Wen Shang ran into each other again and finally learned each other’s identity.

Luo Yi waved Wen Shang over and eagerly introduced them. “Xiao Yuan, this is my nephew, Wen Shang. He is one year older than you. He has been working overseas and just returned last month. You two are both young people, there should not be much of a gap between you. Take the chance to get to know each other.”

Mu Yuan smiled. “So Cousin is a returning elite. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Hearing himself called “Cousin” almost made Wen Shang puke last night’s dinner all over Mu Yuan’s face, but on the surface, he stayed calm, smiled politely, and shook Mu Yuan’s hand with fake friendliness.

Luo Yi had no idea about the grudge between the two. Seeing his godson and nephew getting along so well, he happily left them alone, giving the young men some space.

Wen Shang’s unexpected attitude left Mu Yuan a little surprised. He did not mention a single word about what had happened before. Instead, he even had the servants bring out some of the best red wine from the family’s collection to entertain Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan, delighted at the sight of good alcohol, rubbed his hands together and lifted his glass toward Wen Shang. “Cousin, you really are a generous man who does not hold grudges. This glass is for you. Once we drink, let us leave the past behind, alright?”

Wen Shang simply said “Alright” with a slight, cunning curl at the corner of his mouth, then drained the wine in his glass in one gulp.

In no time, the whole bottle of red wine was emptied. Mu Yuan still did not feel satisfied.

“Cousin, this wine is amazing. Got any more?”

“Of course. I have a private cellar at my place stocked with even better stuff. I guarantee you will drink to your heart’s content.”

Completely focused on the thought of more good wine, Mu Yuan did not suspect a thing. Carefree as always, he hopped into Wen Shang’s car and left with him.

Later, he did get to taste the good wine, but he failed to notice the hidden tricks floating in the glass.

After a few more drinks, he collapsed onto the floor, drunk out of his mind.

Wen Shang walked over to Mu Yuan and kicked him twice. When he got no reaction, he grabbed Mu Yuan by the arms and roughly dragged him into the bedroom, tossing him onto the bed.

The drug inside Mu Yuan’s body started to take full effect. His cheeks flushed red, and his whole body burned with unbearable heat. Before long, he was overwhelmed by a sudden, ferocious wave of lust. Panting heavily, he reached into his pants, groping for his cock.

Wen Shang sat on the sofa, watching coldly, taking pleasure in Mu Yuan’s misery. He had no intention of laying a finger on him. Just looking at the tacky, vulgar way Mu Yuan dressed made Wen Shang want to puke. Touching him was out of the question.

He turned away, planning to grab the camera from the cabinet, when suddenly a dark shadow lunged at him from behind, slamming him hard onto the floor.

No matter how drugged he was, Mu Yuan was still a man with a cock between his legs. When he got horny, someone was going to get fucked.

He pounced on the nearest body he could find.

“Cousin, be a bro and let me fuck you,” he slurred.

Consumed by lust, Mu Yuan lost all sense of reason. He dragged Wen Shang onto the bed, roughly tugging at his belt and yanking down his pants. His rock-hard cock pressed against Wen Shang’s ass, grinding and poking roughly.

Wen Shang, the proud young master of the Wen family, had never endured humiliation like this in all his twenty-six years. Being manhandled by a crude thug like Mu Yuan lit a fire of rage inside him.

With a roar, he twisted around and kicked Mu Yuan off the bed.

But Mu Yuan, drunk and drugged out of his mind, refused to give up. He clumsily crawled back, still shouting nonsense about how he was going to fuck Wen Shang to death if he caught him.

There was no way Wen Shang could endure this any longer. In a fit of cold fury, he tore off Mu Yuan’s clothes and pants, leaving him completely naked. Without any preparation, he slammed straight into Mu Yuan’s ass. Fueled by rage, he pounded into him over and over, fucking him raw without stopping.

As he rammed into him, he snarled, “Fuck! I will fucking show you what it means to get fucked!”