MTLNOVEL Chapter 2:
Chapter 2: The Crooked Mouth Is Here, The Crooked Mouth Is Useless
That voice boomed like thunder.
Everyone in the banquet hall turned toward the entrance.
A man with a buzz cut walked in steadily, each step firm and full of force. His expression was dark, his eyes sharp like knives, his face cold and hard, and the corner of his mouth was unmistakably crooked.
If you ever want to spot the protagonist, just look at the mouth—if it’s crooked, that’s him.
The man was none other than Lin Chen, who had rushed over.
To say he wasn’t handsome would be an understatement. He had absolutely nothing to do with good looks.
Yet, despite his lopsided features, he was still the moonlight in many girls’ eyes.
He was the dream lover of countless young women.
The morning dew in a maiden’s dreams.
The pimple on a sister-in-law’s leg.
Bursting into the hall and uttering such arrogant words, many guests were stunned—this crooked-mouthed man must be insane.
The bodyguards maintaining order moved in quickly to stop Lin Chen.
But Shen Wuxiao raised a hand and stopped them.
“What are you doing? He’s a guest. Stand down!”
Hearing this, the bodyguards withdrew one after another.
Shen Wuxiao had no intention of letting Lin Chen use this moment to show off. Those guards wouldn’t be able to stop him anyway.
Uncle Wu was already standing by, but without Shen Wuxiao’s command, he remained still.
Liu Qingqing had also seen Lin Chen. Her eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up.
“Lin Chen…” Her heart pounded as she stared at him, unable to look away.
Lin Chen looked back at her. Their eyes met—it was a dramatic, emotional moment.
Shen Wuxiao stared at Lin Chen and grinned.
“Hey, crooked mouth, you came to attend the wedding?”
“You bring a gift? No? You look like a beggar. Can’t afford one? There’s a loan counter over there—you can borrow some cash.”
The crowd erupted with laughter, all mocking Lin Chen, following Shen Wuxiao’s lead.
“Hey kid, if you need money, just download the APP. Get a 150,000 yuan credit line instantly!”
“Or open a gay site and verify your identity—boom, you’ll get 200,000 yuan of credit!”
Lin Chen sneered and ignored them.
He stared coldly at Shen Wuxiao, his eyes growing sharper.
“You talk too much. For slandering Qingqing just now, I ought to rip your tongue out.”
The laughter vanished. The hall fell silent. Everyone was shocked.
Then came the scolding.
“Is this guy crazy? Does he hear what he’s saying?”
“This is hilarious. Who dares to threaten Young Master Shen? Hey, crooked mouth, kneel now and maybe you’ll leave here alive.”
The mockery didn’t stop. Fingers pointed. Insults flew.
Even the Liu family couldn’t stay quiet.
“Where did this beggar come from? How dare he spout nonsense here!”
But they weren’t fools. It was obvious this crooked-mouthed man was someone from their daughter’s past.
“A bunch of bootlickers,” Lin Chen muttered. “Looks like things will get bloody today.”
With a cold smile, he charged forward.
His speed was lightning fast. His fingers curved into claws, his feet moved like the wind. In the blink of an eye, he was on stage, lunging for Shen Wuxiao’s throat.
But just before his hand touched Shen Wuxiao, a powerful strike landed on his back—Qi rippled through the air.
Lin Chen’s eyes turned bloodshot as his body crashed into the stage, sending up a cloud of dust.
“Ugh…”
Lin Chen landed right at Shen Wuxiao’s feet.
He tried to get up, but at that moment, a foot stomped down on his head and held him there.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t move.
“What’s this? Trying to die today?” Shen Wuxiao chuckled, foot pressing down, wearing a teasing grin.
Lin Chen’s mind was shaken.
There were actually two experts here. The middle-aged man who struck him just now was far stronger than him.
But the young man pinning him down? Even stronger. He couldn’t move at all under his foot.
How could this be?
Liu Qingqing panicked. She screamed “Lin Chen!” and rushed over, trying to pull Shen Wuxiao’s leg away.
“Shen Wuxiao! How dare you! Let him go!”
But Shen Wuxiao didn’t budge.
Liu Qingqing was desperate. She pushed him and yelled, “I’ll count to three! Let go of him!”
“One, two…”
BANG!
Before she could say “three,” Shen Wuxiao slapped her across the face—mercilessly.
The slap knocked out two of her teeth.
Her face swelled instantly. She staggered back and collapsed onto the stage with a loud thud.
“Qingqing, you’re not being very obedient,” Shen Wuxiao said, smiling eerily. “Lie there quietly for a while. I’ll come comfort you later.”
That smile never left his face—but it chilled everyone to the bone.
Seeing their daughter beaten, the Liu family snapped. For a moment, they forgot who Shen Wuxiao was.
“Why did you hit my daughter?! How can I entrust her to someone like you?!”
“You can’t just hit people, no matter what!”
Liu Qingqing was completely stunned.
He… hit me?
He had never even raised his voice before. And now he dared slap me in front of everyone?
After today, even if Shen Wuxiao kneels and begs, I’ll cancel the engagement. I must cancel it!
But Shen Wuxiao ignored them. His eyes turned to Lin Chen beneath his foot.
He waved at Uncle Wu.
Uncle Wu stepped forward and handed him a sharp dagger.
Shen Wuxiao tapped the tip of the blade, then squatted down.
“Your name’s Lin Chen, right?” he said with a cold smile.
“I didn’t provoke you, yet you ruin my wedding banquet and threaten to cut out my tongue?”
“In this world… who do you think you are to decide what happens?”
Lin Chen was seething with rage and was just about to speak—
“Shh~”
“Ahhh—!”
Before he could utter a single word, a sharp dagger pierced through his palm, nailing it directly to the stage floor.
With a swift flick of Shen Wuxiao’s wrist, Lin Chen’s fingers were sliced clean off!
[Ding! Cut off the protagonist’s fingers. Points +5000]
“No!” Liu Qingqing screamed in horror. Even though she had fallen and was injured, she still tried to crawl forward to protect Lin Chen.
“Shen Wuxiao, you bastard! Let him go! I’ll never forgive you! Wuwuwu… Brother Lin Chen!”
Shen Wuxiao really wanted to rip out her tongue—she was too noisy.
But he restrained himself. His obsessive-compulsive nature wouldn’t allow him to break order. The Liu family had to be dealt with one at a time.
He looked back at Lin Chen and said coldly, “She’s defending you so fiercely. You must be moved, right? About to cry? But…”
Swish!
Without hesitation, Shen Wuxiao yanked the dagger out and stabbed it deep into Lin Chen’s other hand.
“Aaahhhh—!”
Lin Chen’s screams echoed throughout the banquet hall. The guests below felt their scalps go numb. No one dared to breathe too loudly.
Lin Chen trembled uncontrollably. His face twisted in pain, and sweat poured from his forehead.
“Stop! How dare you hurt my disciple!”
Before his scream had even faded, a thunderous voice rang out from the entrance.
The voice came before the man appeared.
In the next instant, a figure rushed onto the stage.
The sudden change made the entire hall erupt in gasps. Lin Chen, seeing the figure, lit up with hope.
It was his mentor from the army—Han Zhen.
A formidable warrior, fifth-grade and ninth-level.
With his help, Lin Chen was certain everything would be fine.
“Master…”
Han Zhen had rushed to the hotel the moment he learned Lin Chen had left.
At first, he was at ease. With Lin Chen’s talent and strength, as long as he didn’t overstep his bounds, he should be safe in the city.
But when Han Zhen found out the banquet was hosted by Shen Wuxiao, alarm bells rang in his head.
Everyone knew that name—Shen Wuxiao. A notorious playboy with an unimaginably terrifying background.
If Lin Chen had provoked him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Worried, Han Zhen followed—and the sight that greeted him was his disciple being abused like a dog.
Han Zhen’s aura erupted in an instant. His true power surged as he launched himself at the stage like a cannonball!
Wherever he passed, tables and chairs were thrown into the air by the pressure of his momentum.
“Master, watch out!” Uncle Wu’s expression changed. He was about to rush forward.
But Shen Wuxiao raised his hand to stop him and stepped up himself.
Uncle Wu was stunned. He couldn’t allow anything to happen to the young master!
“You overestimate yourself,” Han Zhen sneered in his heart. Worst-case scenario, he would kill Shen Wuxiao today and escape with his disciple. He couldn’t bear to see Lin Chen fall.
The very next second, their bodies clashed—and a blast of air exploded outward!
Han Zhen had rushed in fast… but was sent flying even faster.
He crashed to the ground, skidding over ten meters, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Clutching his chest, Han Zhen looked up in disbelief. How could a so-called playboy possess such strength?
How old was Shen Wuxiao? Yet he had the power of a sixth-grade warrior?
With talent like that, even Lin Chen’s genius brother, Lin Fan, couldn’t compare!
Shen Wuxiao looked at him with disdain and sneered,
“First I beat the kid, now the old man shows up. What’s next? Three spoons of sugar?”
Though Han Zhen was in shock, he refused to show weakness.
But Shen Wuxiao’s smile remained chilling.
“You must have people above you, right? So you dare to be arrogant. Me? I don’t have anyone above me.”
“And since you came here today—don’t even think about leaving.”
During that clash, Han Zhen had held back, not daring to kill Shen Wuxiao.
But Shen Wuxiao hadn’t held back at all—his counterattack had severely injured Han Zhen.
Whoosh!
At that moment, more than twenty second-grade warriors emerged and surrounded the stage.
Each one had a cold and stern expression.
Several stepped forward to restrain the wounded Han Zhen and pinned him to the floor.
A high-ranking military officer, now crushed like an ant under Shen Wuxiao’s foot, completely powerless.
Everyone watching knew—something big was happening.
Shen Wuxiao leaped back onto the stage, looked down at Lin Chen, and gave a faint smile.
“No one’s coming to save you now, right?”
“What a pity. Since that’s the case, let’s not drag this out—get ready to die.”
He didn’t even bother using a dagger this time.
He raised his foot and aimed it directly at Lin Chen’s neck—ready to crush it underfoot.
The so-called Son of Destiny? Hah!
Even if he had unimaginable luck, right now… he couldn’t escape.
He didn’t even have the chance to bet his life!
Lin Chen stared up at Shen Wuxiao’s raised foot. He could feel the terrifying force of true energy gathering.
For the first time… he felt death approaching.
Death wrapped around his entire body.
He was a martial arts prodigy. A rising star in the army.
Everyone said he had a bright future ahead. Some even believed he could stand at the peak of the martial world one day.
And now… he was about to die before he even got started?
No! He couldn’t accept it! He wouldn’t accept it!
Lin Chen struggled to lift himself off the ground with everything he had.
But no matter how hard he tried… he couldn’t move faster than Shen Wuxiao.
“No!!!” Liu Qingqing screamed as she watched the scene unfold.
“No!” Han Zhen roared from the ground.
“No!” Lin Chen himself shouted, his voice filled with despair.