It was obvious he was putting on an act!
Zhao Jinze was speechless. He shot Zhao Rui a playful glare, then turned to join the others in their drinking gas.
A warrior needs blood, not rouge. His cold blade is wiped on a beauty’s clothes.
By the ti the uncle and nephew left the Gathering Talent Pavilion, the sky was already pitch-black.
Zhao Rui drove his slightly tipsy third uncle ho.
"I owe you three lives!"
In the car, Zhao Jinze let out a breath heavy with the sll of alcohol and spoke with lingering fear.
"If my dad heard that, he’d break my legs. Back in the day, they’d wipe out three generations of a family for a cri. Uncles and nephews counted as one."
"Pah! What nonsense are you spouting, kid!"
Zhao Jinze couldn’t help but laugh as he chided him.
’His nephew’s aning was clear: they might bicker over small things, but when it truly mattered, they were family.’
He didn’t press the sentintal point. Instead, his expression turned serious. "Your cousin... the trouble he’s caused this ti is too great. If we don’t do sothing, I’m afraid he’ll go down the wrong path."
"I discussed it with Fifth Brother. Both kids need to be dealt with, and they need to be taught a lesson. You have to help with this."
"? No way, I’m too lazy. I finally have a winter break, Third Uncle. Don’t go finding work for to do."
"You’re the only one who can handle him. He definitely won’t listen to a word I say now,"
Zhao Jinze said helplessly.
His son was very talented. But because of that talent, he’d grown arrogant and conceited in this small county, thinking no one was his equal.
He had stirred up such a disaster, nearly costing the entire family their lives.
"You think he respects ? He’s never respected , not since we were kids!"
Zhao Rui rolled his eyes. ’This cousin of mine is so arrogant. When has he ever shown any respect?’
"If he doesn’t respect you, then beat him! Beat him until he does!"
Zhao Jinze said, his voice laced with frustration.
"Beat him?"
Zhao Rui’s eyebrows shot up.
"..."
’This kid seems to hold quite a grudge,’ Zhao Jinze thought.
"Beat him. That’s an order."
"You got it! I’ll take the job."
Zhao Rui let out a mischievous laugh.
Zhao Jinze leaned his head back against the headrest and rolled his neck. Then, as if rembering sothing, he sat up straight and said, "This ti, I managed to get a whole street. You take eighty percent, I’ll take twenty. I’ll manage it for you."
"Uh, Third Uncle, are you getting into so gray-area business?"
Zhao Rui asked curiously.
"Once you’re in the world of the Martial Dao, you’re in it for good. You can’t avoid the ssy parts. So we might as well take the benefits for ourselves."
"That’s true. But Third Uncle, forget the split. I’m not interested in this stuff. You earned all of this yourself."
"Let’s be clear here. Without you, I couldn’t have handled that scene, and I wouldn’t have gotten any of this."
"Let’s do fifty-fifty. I’d also like to earn so money to improve my mom and dad’s life."
Zhao Rui hesitated for a mont before speaking.
"No way..."
"That’s final, Third Uncle. You have a lot more expenses than I do. Besides, you don’t want to be stuck on this street for the rest of my life, do you?"
"Well..."
Zhao Jinze saw the fiery Starlight in his nephew’s eyes, so bright it seed it could illuminate the entire night.
He couldn’t help but laugh at himself.
’That’s right,’ he thought. ’Forget one street. With my nephew’s current Martial Arts Cultivation, if he really wanted to get into the underworld, what street couldn’t he control?’
’How could a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan!’
It reminded him of his younger self—just as high-spirited, dreaming of making a na for himself and taking on the world.
’The years really do slip by.’
’In the blink of an eye, the world belongs to their generation.’
"Alright. I understand."
「...」
The turmoil in the county town, after settling overnight, had long since dissipated in the cold wind.
Zhao Rui slept at his third uncle’s house for the night, and early the next morning, he rode his bicycle back to his own ho.
Just as he entered the gate, he heard Zhao Xin speaking coldly to Zhao Ke in the courtyard. "You’re useless. You can’t tell what to do."
Zhao Ke’s face was flushed with anger. He snorted coldly, "You’re not going anywhere today. Third Uncle gave an order before he left."
"None of your business!"
With that, Zhao Xin grabbed Zhao Ke’s arm, twisted it behind his back, and shoved him away.
Zhao Ke lost his balance and fell to the ground, getting covered in dust.
"If you try to stop again, I’ll beat you up!"
Having said his piece, Zhao Xin swaggered towards the gate.
Just as he reached the doorway, a sudden gust of Force rushed toward him, stinging his cheeks.
Zhao Xin’s heart jumped in shock. ’Such deep Power!’ He imdiately stepped back, spun around, and sent a palm strike forward.
Before his Palm Force even arrived, he felt his breath catch, as if a hand were strangling him.
He hastily withdrew his attack and leaped away, guarding his chest with both hands. Before he could even focus his defenses...
The opponent’s Palm Force followed, the wind it generated coming in endless, surging waves.
Seeing no way to dodge, Zhao Xin drew his palms to his waist, gathered his power, and pushed forward.
Instantly, a torrential power surged from his palms, rushing straight toward the source of the attacker’s palm wind.
"This move?"
The newcor let out a sound of mild surprise. Before Zhao Xin could feel a flicker of joy, he felt a Cold and Mysterious Qi, sharp as needles, instantly pierce through his own surging Inner Strength.
His ridians imdiately felt as if they were being stabbed, the pain unbearable.
He couldn’t help but cry out in agony.
With his cry, his torrential Palm Force instantly vanished.
The opponent’s palm, as if in slow motion, gently ca to rest on his chest.
Then, with a burst of Force...
Zhao Xin was like a kite with its string cut, slowly rising into the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Brother!"
Seeing this, Zhao Ke was first shocked, then cried out with joy.
’He had never thought his older brother could look so damn cool.’
"Zhao Rui!"
Lying on the ground, Zhao Xin stared at the newcor in disbelief and shouted angrily.
"That’s not how you say my na. Call Brother!"
The one who had attacked was, of course, Zhao Rui.
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