Chapter 41: Can a Gloomy Extra Be Locked in a Dark Room? [7]

Chapter 41: Will a Gloomy Cannon Fodder Also Get Thrown in the Dark Room? "7"

Mu Yu said with a grin, "Brother, kneel down and beg me~ Maybe then I'll think about letting you come back?"

If this were the old Mu Jin, he would've already blown his top at Mu Yu's provoking words and would've even thrown hands with him.

But now Mu Jin just looked at Mu Yu calmly and said coolly, "I won't come back."

Mu Yu laughed like he'd just heard the funniest joke: "Pfft hahaha..."

"Then tell me, why'd you come home today?"

Mu Jin said point-blank, "I came back to grab some cash."

That blunt answer caught Mu Yu off guard.

Mu Jin: "Don't forget, you're just a bastard son. As long as I play nice, even if that old man says no, my grandpa and the others will let me back in."

"Whenever I want, I can take everything you have right now."

"Mu Yu, I just don't feel like dealing with this right now, but it's not like I can't."

"Why you—!"

Mu Yu was pissed, slamming the table and shooting Mu Jin a furious glare.

Mu Jin stayed cool: "Mu Yu, you're a smart guy, so do the smart thing."

"If I walk out now, no one'll even know I stopped by."

Mu Yu lowered his hand and suddenly smiled. "Fine, how much you want?"

Mu Jin thought for a moment: "50 million."

Mu Yu: "..."

Mu Yu: "Mu Jin, you kidding me?"

Mu Jin: "You've been in this family this long and you don't even have that kind of money?"

Mu Yu sneered: "Fine, give me your account number. I'll have my assistant wire it to you."

Mu Jin was a little surprised Mu Yu was being so easy about it. He left his account number and walked off without a second thought.

Mu Yu watched Mu Jin's back as he walked away, his eyes cold, and dialed his assistant.

Mu Jin was just thinking that Mu Yu hadn't humiliated him like the plot said he would, when out of nowhere, he got cornered in an alley on his way back to the flower shop.

"Hey there, little bro, all by yourself?"

The big guy in front rolled up his sleeves, showing off his tatted arms, and grinned as he closed in on Mu Jin. A few more guys trailed behind him, blocking off the alley exit.

Mu Jin sighed, still holding the flyer he'd just picked up. He'd heard there was a new cake shop nearby, and the stuff looked pretty good, so he'd wanted to check it out.

But then these guys showed up and boxed him in from both ends.

"Wanna come have some fun with us big bros?"

Mu Jin frowned: "No thanks, you're too ugly."

The big guy: "..."

The big guy in front waved his hand and sneered: "Looks like you don't know what's good for you. Come on, let's drag him out for a few drinks with the boys."

648 reminded him: "Host, these guys were all sent by Mu Yu to teach you a lesson."

"But don't worry, I already called the cops. Just stall them for now."

Mu Jin thought for a moment and asked, [Xiao Liu, didn't you say that under special circumstances, you could loosen my physical limits a bit?]

[So does this count as a special circumstance?]

648 said, sounding worried: [Theoretically, I can loosen the limits a bit, but these guys aren't pushovers. Host, you...]

"Ah—!"

"Ahhh! My leg, my leg! It hurts so bad!!!"

"Damn you! What the fuck did you do to my hand?!"

"Boss! My gut—ah!"

"My leg! He broke my leg!"

648: "(●—●)"

648 watched as Mu Jin casually kicked one guy's leg until it snapped, twisted another's wrist, and even grabbed an iron rod from someone to knock two more out cold.

In just two minutes, a bunch of scary-looking thugs were sprawled all over the ground, either clutching their injuries and screaming or knocked out cold, totally unable to fight back.

648 silently swallowed the rest of what it was about to say.

In the last world, Mu Jin had been way too well-behaved. Plus, when 648 first met him, Mu Jin's cultivation base was completely wrecked, and he was all alone in that freezing wasteland, barely hanging on by a thread.

Countless demonic beasts and monsters were eyeing Mu Jin hungrily, just waiting for him to die so they could pounce and tear him to shreds.

648 had met Mu Jin back then, and the image of him being weak and helpless was burned into its memory.

So much so that it had almost forgotten that even if Mu Jin was just a young dragon, even if his cultivation was gone, he was still a dragon.

Mu Jin had no idea what 648 was thinking. He just looked down at the guys on the ground, tossed the bloody iron rod aside, and frowned while trying to wipe the blood off his clothes.

[Xiao Liu, do I have to wait here for the cops? I wanna go home and change. My clothes are all dirty and they feel gross.]

Mu Jin really hated that sticky, bloody feeling.

648 gulped: "Ah, sure. I'll handle the security cameras. You go home and take a shower first."

Mu Jin's eyes curved into a smile: "Thanks, Xiao Liu."

648 cleared its throat: "No problem."

Mu Jin went home, showered, and changed. Thinking back to the thugs who'd cornered him, and then remembering how "A Jin" in the plot had hired people to jump Mu Yu and teach him a lesson...

"Xiao Liu, how do I find people to jump Mu Yu? Should I go track down those thugs too?"

648 thought of Mu Yu and said angrily: "Host, this isn't an important plot point. You can beat him up however you want!"

Mu Jin rubbed his wrist: "So can I go jump him and beat him up myself?"

648: "Of course you can, I support you! People like that deserve to get their ass kicked!"

Mu Jin: "Alright, once he hands over the money, I'll go beat him up."

"But wait, are we sure Ji Fengyan's actually gonna move out of his place? I mean, he seems pretty happy living with the Ji family."

Mu Jin sounded a bit hesitant: "If he doesn't move out, then do I have to go install cameras in the Ji residence? That feels kinda wrong..."

648 was quiet for a rare moment before finally speaking up:

"Don't worry, there's no way he'll stay with the Ji family forever. We can buy the floor right below his place and move in there. That way, when he moves in, it'll be easier for us to follow the plot."

Mu Jin thought about it and figured 648 had a point: "Yeah, that could work."

And just like in the plot, Mu Jin got the money without a hitch.

The very night he got the money, Mu Jin, with 648's help, tracked down Mu Yu when he was alone, threw a sack over his head, and beat the crap out of him.

Mu Jin was busy moving, so he turned down Madam Ji's invites for days in a row and didn't get to see Ji Fengyan at all during that time.

Ye Luochen had also been busy with something lately—he'd already paid for the monthly plan but hadn't found time to grab a meal with Mu Jin.

Luckily, Ye Luochen didn't seem to want his money back, so Mu Jin didn't think much of it.

As for Wen Yihe, he'd started off just occasionally chatting with Mu Jin about flowers.

Now he was chatting with Mu Jin about all kinds of stuff, and had even tried inviting him out to try some places a few times, but Mu Jin turned him down every single time.

After all, in the plot, he barely had any contact with this Wen Yihe, and he didn't want to change that now.

Ji Fengyan had been getting ready for the arranged marriage, but he never expected that during all this time, Mu Jin wouldn't come see him—or even send a single message.

In the end, Ji Fengyan couldn't take it anymore. After finding out Mu Jin had moved, he straight-up bought the floor above Mu Jin's place and moved out of his family home too.

When Mu Jin heard the news that Ji Fengyan had moved, he was in the middle of eating barbecue.

Mu Jin paused mid-bite and couldn't help but say approvingly: [Xiao Liu, you were right! The male lead really did move out just like the plot said!]

Even if he moved out two days late, it still matched the plot—he was living right above him now!

648 looked at the delighted Mu Jin, feeling a little guilty for some reason, but still cleared his throat and said, "That's just how strong the plot is."

Mu Jin continued asking: [So now we can start getting ready to install cameras in his place?]

[But I'm not really good at that kinda stuff...]

648 reassured him: "Don't worry, host, I'll help you. You just need to sneak into his place when Ji Fengyan's not home, and I'll walk you through it."

Mu Jin felt relieved, and after finishing his barbecue, he went home to get ready to install the cameras in Ji Fengyan's place.

But what Mu Jin didn't know was that Ji Fengyan had always had cameras in his own home, especially in the study and bedroom.

So he had no idea that Ji Fengyan had been watching his entire secret camera-installing process the whole time.

At first, Ji Fengyan didn't get why Mu Jin was installing cameras in his room, especially since he hadn't even left out places like the bathroom.

But he chose to stay quiet and pretend he didn't know anything, wanting to see what Mu Jin was up to.

That night, Ji Fengyan lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep at all, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the spots where Mu Jin had put the cameras.

And his mind was full of thoughts about what Mu Jin was doing on the other side of the cameras at that very moment, and whether he was watching him.

He was thinking too much, and as a result, Ji Fengyan didn't get a wink of sleep all night.

It wasn't until the next day, when Ji Fengyan was sitting in his office, that he finally figured out what the cameras Mu Jin had installed were actually for.

Because he got a creepy text message from an unknown number.

Attached was a photo of him showering from the night before—only his upper half, but it still made Ji Fengyan's ears go red.

It was supposed to be a harassing message, but it only said one line: "President Ji's got a great body."

Ji Fengyan gripped his phone, trying to calm himself down.

But when he thought about how it was Mu Jin who sent it, and how Mu Jin had been watching him from the other side of the camera while he showered last night...

Ji Fengyan's face got even redder, and his heart started racing like crazy.

A Jin had secretly installed cameras in his home to spy on him, to watch him shower, to send him texts, and to compliment his body...

So... so his A Jin liked him too.

This realization made Ji Fengyan's eyes go a little hazy, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

If A Jin liked him, then he didn't need to use the forceful method of a business marriage to trap him by his side and annoy him.

Wait, if A Jin liked him that much, why didn't he just confess outright?

Or did he prefer this kind of thing?

If he liked this approach, then maybe he could...