Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 649 Dai Mubai's Jealousy
Dai Chengfeng paused slightly, and Zhu Zhuqing also saw the two people, and was subconsciously surprised.

At that moment, Dai Mubai turned his head and met their gaze.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Dai Chengfeng, Zhu Zhuqing..."

Dai Mubai murmured to himself, but a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes, which was then replaced by a surge of jealousy and resentment.

His gaze unconsciously swept over the extremely subtle, almost imperceptible, uncoordinated gait of Zhu Zhuqing as she walked.

Then I looked at her slightly flushed cheeks, which made her look even more beautiful than usual, and at the rare tenderness and satisfaction that shone in her cool eyes...

Dai Mubai's heart sank suddenly, and he was filled with jealousy.

Having frequented a certain type of hotel, he understood.

Zhu Zhuqing, the Netherworld Cat who was once betrothed to him and should have belonged to him and assisted him, now completely and utterly belongs to Dai Chengfeng.

Why? !

The veins on the back of Dai Mubai's clenched fist were bulging.

Why is it that Dai Chengfeng always manages to take away everything that should belong to him?
The potential advantages of the throne, the emperor's subtle favor, and greater strength...

Now, even the woman who was originally supposed to be assigned to him has become the woman in Dai Chengfeng's arms!

In what way is Dai Mubai inferior to his seemingly gentle but actually scheming younger brother?

Just because he showed ambition earlier?
Or is it because Dai Chengfeng is better at disguising himself and knows how to win people's hearts, including... winning women's hearts?
Oscar also sensed the strange atmosphere. He followed Dai Mubai's gaze and saw Dai Chengfeng and Zhu Zhuqing, and was subconsciously startled.

Dai Mubai then took two steps forward, his golden hair gleaming in the sunlight, yet exuding an aggressive aura.

His gaze was fixed on Zhu Zhuqing, his eyes filled with complex emotions: anger, scrutiny, humiliation, and resentment at having been forcibly taken from him.

He deliberately ignored Dai Chengfeng, as if Zhu Zhuqing was his only target.

“Zhu Zhuqing,” Dai Mubai’s voice was low, with a hint of hoarseness and sarcasm, “it seems you’ve been resting well lately? Your complexion is 'better' than usual.”

"and then?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dai Mubai indifferently.

"I……"

Dai Mubai opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. After all, although he liked Zhu Zhuqing, Zhu Zhuqing had never liked him.

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng stepped forward and gently pulled Zhu Zhuqing half a step behind him, blocking her between her and Dai Mubai.

The gentle smile on Dai Chengfeng's face had long since vanished, replaced by a calm indifference.

Meeting Dai Mubai's hostile gaze, she spoke calmly yet authoritatively: "Isn't this my foolish brother? What a coincidence."

"What's wrong? Is there something you want to say?"

"Forehead……"

Dai Mubai's words stuck in his throat.

Dai Chengfeng simply looked at him calmly, without making any move, yet all the questions and anger he had prepared were stuck in his chest.

He had to admit...

I'm a little afraid of this younger brother.

At this moment, saying or doing anything will only bring shame upon oneself.

Dai Mubai's fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing a few times, before he finally let it fall limply.

Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless, her cold eyes fixed on him as if he were an insignificant stranger, even carrying a hint of annoyance. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, broken only by the soft sound of the wind.

"...No, it's nothing..."

Dai Mubai's deep, hoarse voice, filled with barely concealed resentment and a hint of bluffing ruthlessness, broke the silence.

He stopped looking at Zhu Zhuqing and focused all his attention on Dai Chengfeng, his pupils filled with humiliation and anger.

"Dai Chengfeng, don't be too smug!"

He paused, each word seemingly squeezed out through clenched teeth: "Tomorrow in the ring, Xiao San and I will definitely defeat you! We definitely will!"

These words were spoken very quickly, almost hastily, and didn't sound like a declaration of war. They seemed more like empty words forced on to save face.

After saying that, as if afraid that Dai Chengfeng would respond, or that he would lose control if he lingered for even a second longer, he suddenly tugged at Oscar's arm, which was looking rather embarrassed. The force was so great that Oscar staggered.

"let's go!"

He turned around almost immediately, took a step, and walked towards the other end of the alley without looking back.

His steps were quick and hurried, with a clear sense of haste. His straight back appeared somewhat stiff, and his blond hair swung in a harsh arc in the sunlight, revealing a disheveled state of fleeing in panic.

Oscar stumbled as he was pulled, and in his haste, he turned back to Dai Chengfeng and Zhu Zhuqing with a complex expression that was a mixture of apology, helplessness, and a little embarrassment. His lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end. He just quickened his pace to catch up with Dai Mubai.

The sound of their footsteps quickly faded into the distance, disappearing at the alley entrance, and the suffocating tension dissipated with them.

The alleyway returned to tranquility.

Dai Chengfeng's expression remained unchanged, his previous calm still intact, except for a faint, almost imperceptible hint of coldness that flashed deep in his eyes before disappearing.

He withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing beside him, and the invisible indifference he had shown instantly melted away, replaced by gentleness, and his voice softened:
"Are you alright? Have you been bothered?"

Zhu Zhuqing gently shook her head.

“He’s just a clown,” she said in a clear, calm voice, like a cold mountain spring. “His words aren’t even noise.”

She reached out and gently touched Dai Chengfeng's hand with her fingertips—a subtle yet intimate gesture.

"Ignore it, let's go."

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Dai Mubai practically stumbled out of the alley, and only after turning into a deserted corner did he slam his fist against the wall. The pain in his joints couldn't suppress the burning, stifling frustration he felt.

The unintentional, alluring tenderness that Zhu Zhuqing exuded from the corners of her eyes and brows, a tenderness born from being thoroughly nourished…

That should have been his! His fiancée! But now...

Damn it!
Dai Chengfeng, you deserve to die!!!
Oscar followed behind Dai Mubai, watching Dai Mubai's fluctuating, frustrated figure, and couldn't help but wonder.

Subconsciously recalling Dai Mubai's tone when he mentioned Zhu Zhuqing before, which carried a hint of "my person," and now this situation...

His gaze swept over the few green leaves that had fallen on Dai Mubai's golden hair, and an extremely unkind thought suddenly popped into his head...

This color, it looks so... fitting for the occasion right now.

He quickly dismissed the thought, cursing himself for overthinking.

After all, this is Boss Dai...

But looking at Dai Mubai's back, which was trying so hard to stand up straight but was actually a show of bravado and a mess, one could tell that Mubai was probably going to suffer internal injuries from holding his breath.

Tomorrow's ring is sure to be a good show.

Oscar shook his head helplessly, hoping to win!
(End of this chapter)