"Holy crap! Is this guy even human? Kicked a sports car just like that, and sent it flying so far! He seems to have exerted no effort at all!"
"A legend! Is this Hercules reborn? Kicking a sports car around like it’s nothing! He’s totally my idol!"
"Absolutely badass! I have no respect for anyone else, just this guy!"
Witnessing this scene, the crowd watching the commotion exclaid in shock, all intimidated by Zhang Xiaohao’s thunderous moves.
After finishing everything, Zhang Xiaohao casually dusted off his hands, pulled out a pack of Soft Chunghwa cigarettes, opened it, and began smoking leisurely.
"Sigh! You’re really useless!" Zhang Xiaohao said lazily.
"What the hell? You dare ss with ti and again? I’m not done with you!" Wei Yangyang roared, his face twisted in anger.
"Hurry up and get your ass out here! Can’t you see I’m being humiliated here?"
As Wei Yangyang finished speaking, the ground shook, as if so monstrous beast was about to break free, causing the earth to tremble fiercely.
A towering figure standing two ters tall, packed with bulging muscles all over, with explosive power that seed ready to burst his clothing.
His eyes glared, coldly approaching.
This guy had bulging temples, marking him as a seasoned martial artist, all his skills concentrated in those two hands.
"Hmph! Kid, aren’t you quite arrogant? Riding a crappy electric tricycle, daring to interfere in my matters, and even throwing a shoe at ? Today I’ll beat you down! Make you eat those leather shoes! By the way, this is Ah San, the closed-door disciple of Beiquan Luohuo, his skills are solid! He can take on a hundred people single-handedly." Wei Yangyang boasted arrogantly.
Bang!
To accompany Wei Yangyang’s words, the giant nad Ah San stomped his right foot on the ground, crushing a large marble brick underfoot.
"Whoa! This is way over the top! Crushing a brick to powder just like that? No wonder his family owns a mine! Such extravagance!"
"Yeah! This country bumpkin is in trouble now. Sigh! Riding a crappy electric tricycle, even if you have so divine power, so what? In front of Wei Yangyang, it’s still no match!"
"No wonder he’s the Wei Family’s eldest son, bringing in such a massive guy, too fierce!"
The surrounding crowd spoke enviously one by one.
Wei Yangyang enjoyed the chatter around him imnsely, every problem solvable with money is so simple, because his family owns a mine, he can be this cocky!
"Heh." Zhang Xiaohao smiled faintly.
"What? Kid, why are you laughing? Scared out of your wits, on the brink of death?" Wei Yangyang laughed triumphantly.
"Beiquan Luohuo? I was thinking, he’s nothing! When I started out, he was still peeing and playing in the mud in so mountain!" Zhang Xiaohao said dismissively.
"Hmph! You’re too arrogant, kid, to insult Beiquan Luohuo! Ah San, it’s showti! This guy dares insult your master, hit him hard!" Wei Yangyang said coldly.
Standing there arrogantly with a cigar, he looked like he deserved a beating.
"Kid, you dare insult my master, I’ll beat you in three seconds! Make you eat those leather shoes on the ground." Ah San sneered.
Hands clenched, a crackling sound echoed like fried beans.
"Heh." Zhang Xiaohao smirked dismissively.
"What? Kid, how dare you laugh at ? Die!" Ah San roared.
Stomping fiercely, he charged forward with a massive gust of wind.
Fists ca crashing down, like a storm, with thunderous montum, brutally aiming at Zhang Xiaohao’s head.
The powerful wind from his fists echoed in the air with a series of explosive sounds.
"This is your so-called invincible martial art? Way too slow! Too weak!" Zhang Xiaohao retorted dismissively.
Bang!
Lifting his right foot, he delivered a Heavenly Kick straight to the head, knocking him to the ground.
Bang!
The ground shook as countless dust jumped up from the surface.
He stomped on his head, vigorously grinding it into the ground twice.
"With such pathetic skills, you dare act up in front of ? Closed-door disciple of Beiquan? You’re as weak as a dog, yet you flaunt?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
With those words, his eyes flashed sharply, his right foot swept with a gust of wind, kicking him in the chest.
Ah San’s body flew like a broken kite more than twenty ters away, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Your turn!" Zhang Xiaohao squinted confidently.
"What are you going to do? I’m Wei Yangyang, if you lay a finger on , my dad won’t let you off!" Wei Yangyang said in fear, his body instinctively retreating.
"What I’m going to do, you don’t know? Weren’t you arrogant just now? Wanted to eat those shoes, well, I’ll give you a chance, eat them yourself!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"You wouldn’t dare!" Wei Yangyang said in terror.
Bang!
Zhang Xiaohao slapped him, knocking him to the ground.
Following with a kick, he struck his chest, sending him flying towards the leather boots.
"Will you eat them yourself, or do you want to help?" Zhang Xiaohao asked coldly.
"No, you wouldn’t dare!" Wei Yangyang yelled, angry and afraid.
"Seems the earlier lesson wasn’t enough! So people just don’t learn!" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged playfully.
Punches and kicks were launched, rcilessly beating him.
"Ah! It hurts! Stop it, if you keep hitting, I’ll die! I’m wrong, I’ll eat, okay? Please stop hitting !" Pig-like screams constantly emitted from Wei Yangyang’s mouth.
"See, you just like to ask for it! If you’d done this sooner, it would’ve been over! Why wait till now?" Zhang Xiaohao said contemptuously.
Yet inwardly, he was laughing coldly, the pretense was deep, even at this stage not retaliating! This tolerance was truly extraordinary!
Holding in the humiliation, Wei Yangyang took a crocodile skin shoe in each hand, endured the stench, and began to eat.
"Looks like I’ll have to find a ti specifically to deal with you!" Zhang Xiaohao thought coldly.
Secretly casting a magic formula, it landed on Wei Yangyang.
After everything was done, Zhang Xiaohao boarded his electric tricycle.
"Miss, could you please make way? I’m in a hurry." Zhang Xiaohao smiled.
"Hey handso, mind if I hitch a ride?" Liu Fei’er smiled sweetly.
"Hop on! I’m in a hurry." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
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