Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 310

"Teach him a lesson?" questioned Nina.

"Master Mo, please. You can't kill Zen! He saved my life. If you really kill him, I think the Mo Clan will not have a reasonable explanation to the Zhu Clan."

When Nina saw that her mediation was futile, she took a tougher approach.

In front of the powerful Zhu Clan, the small Mo Clan was hardly worth mentioning.

James wore a long face. Did Nina just dare to threaten him?

Compared to the powerful Zhu Clan, although the Mo Clan was also one of the noble clans, it was, in fact, quite powerless.

In all honesty, Nina's threat had worked. After all, her status was clear to James. If she employed the Zhu Clan's resources to defeat the Mo Clan, his clan would surely suffer.

There was no need to suppress the Mo Clan with weapons. After all, the Mo Clan was not wealthy, and their current income came from several mines in the south of the Imperial Capital.

However, with the power of the Zhu Clan, they could easily take away the economic lifeline of the Mo Clan, and thus, put the whole clan in imminent danger.

James thought about it carefully. Although the Mo Clan was a declining noble clan, sometimes a slight move in one part might affect a bigger situation as a whole. The Zhu Clan was powerful, but they had enemies. As a result, they could only take action after taking all things into consideration and therefore, might not listen to this little girl.

Moreover, he was the master of a clan and a powerful man at the Illuminating Soul Realm. A little girl hardly intimidated him.

Laughing, James said, "Miss Zhu, don't joke with me. If I ever do anything I shouldn't be doing, I will carry a rod and ask the Zhu Clan to spank me."

Indirectly, he meant that he was unwilling to yield. As Nina heard his response, she wore a straight face. Now, all she could do was hope that someone from the Zhu Clan would come soon.

Unable to speak, Nina pressed her lips tightly. At that moment, Wurth decided to step forward.

Earlier, Wurth had said that he would play with Zen today. But he had been watching the play for a long while, and saw that Zen was in trouble. While watching the man run for his life with James' sword energy chasing him, Wurth thought he had to do something.

"Mr. Mo, can I say something?"

Wurth saluted to James.

As Zen's speed was faster than he expected, James grew impatient. On top of having to concentrate on controlling the sword energy to chase Zen, he had to deal with these juniors interrupting him.

Granted, James could show some respect for Nina. However, what was wrong with this little fatty in front of him? Annoyed, he asked coldly, "What? Who are you?"

"I am the third son of the Zhang Clan. My name is Wurth," he introduced himself, clasping his hands.

There were many people with the family name of Zhang in the Imperial Capital of Burning Sky Empire. This fatty claimed he was from the Zhang Clan and the third son, so apparently he had to be from the Blessed Zhang Clan with treasures filling the home. Since he was "the third son", he was probably the son of the direct line.

Although Wurth spoke in a low voice, most of the people around him heard his introduction clearly.