"Eh! Spicy hot pot? It’s been a long ti since I’ve had it. Stop! Let’s eat here!" Xiaohao’s eyes lit up as he pointed at a store by the roadside.
"Uh! Mr. Zhang, didn’t you say you saved a million from buying dicinal herbs and were going to treat us to a big al? You’re not planning to just treat us to this, are you?" Qiaoqiao pouted.
"What, you don’t want to eat? How about this, you wait for in the car, and I’ll co back after I finish eating." Xiaohao said with a smile.
"..." Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen were speechless.
After parking the car, Xiaohao led the way to the spicy hot pot restaurant.
It was already past 2 p.m., way past lunchti, so there weren’t many people in the shop.
"Eat as much as you like, don’t hold back, today Mr. Zhang is paying, so don’t be polite with ." Xiaohao declared proudly.
He picked so food and then handed it to the owner before sitting down on a chair.
Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen were both holding back their frustration, their expected feast had turned into a spicy hot pot al.
With a tacit understanding, both picked only at dishes.
Soon, their trays were piled full, and they handed them grudgingly to the owner, sitting across Xiaohao, ignoring him completely.
"My shoulders are a bit sore, Secretary Lin, give a massage." Xiaohao said comfortably.
"Hmph!" Lin Xiaowen pouted, pretending not to hear.
"Qiaoqiao, my legs are a bit sore now, help massage them." Xiaohao said.
Qiaoqiao acted as if she hadn’t heard, sipping her milk tea.
"Don’t look down on spicy hot pot; it has a long and rich cultural history, spanning hundreds of years. After centuries of developnt, today’s spicy hot pot has reached its peak! Of course, if you don’t believe , you can look it up online." Xiaohao said with a serious face, though inwardly he was chuckling.
"Mr. Zhang, are you serious? Are you not fooling ?" Lin Xiaowen asked skeptically.
"Why would I lie to you, you can check on your phones! If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even let her step through the door of a spicy hot pot place." Xiaohao replied.
Having said that, he asked for a milk tea and started drinking.
Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen exchanged skeptical glances, both seeing disbelief in each other’s eyes.
They took out their phones and began searching online.
The screen jumped, and information about spicy hot pot appeared.
The first page was all about the introduction and recipes of spicy hot pot.
They continued flipping to the next page; when they reached the second page...
Both won’s faces turned red, and they weakly muttered, "Pervert!"
"Now you believe it, right!" Xiaohao said triumphantly.
After finishing their spicy hot pot, Xiaohao walked outside.
Just then, a man and a woman ran over in a panic. They were running so fast that they fell to the ground with a thud.
Behind them, a group of fierce, evil-looking n, holding clubs as thick as a baby’s arm, rapidly chased after them.
"Hmm? It’s him!" Xiaohao’s eyes lit up, recognizing the man before him.
It was the sa guy Xiaohao had t at Bai Xue Company, whom he had helped to cure.
Now, seeing Xiaohao, the man, as if spotting a savior, quickly helped the woman beside him run to Xiaohao’s side.
"Big brother, save us!"
"What are you doing? Why are they chasing you relentlessly? Did you steal their money or their bride?" Xiaohao asked.
"Big brother, it’s a long story. I know you are a master from another world, please save this ti no matter what! I am kneeling down." The man said, pulling the mature and attractive woman next to him to kneel before Xiaohao.
"You little punk, weren’t you very good at running? Run now! Can’t run anymore, can you? You’re asking for it!" While speaking, a group of thugs quickly charged forward, surrounding Xiaohao and his group of three.
"What do you want to do? I warn you not to ss around. Zhao Biao is already dead, I genuinely love Sister Hong, it’s none of your business! If you dare ss around, I’ll call the police!" the young man, Liu Yongjian, said fiercely.
"Call the police! Bah," the thugs scoffed coldly.
"You’re talking nonsense! Sister Hong and I genuinely love each other! Sister Hong is not married to Zhao Biao, whatever is between us, what’s it to you?" Liu Yongjian shouted angrily.
"Let tell you the truth, punk, Zhao Biao is dead, and I have been yearning for his woman not just for a day or two. Sister Hong has long been in our sights. Who the hell thought you’d cut in halfway and steal her from us? You really deserve to die! Not even worth your weight in piss; how dare you lay a finger on a top-notch beauty like Sister Hong?" the thug said coldly.
As they spoke, the group nacingly closed in.
"Listen guys, love between n and won needs to be consensual. If she’s not interested, why are you still making a fuss? Besides, forced lons aren’t sweet, why bother making life difficult for yourselves? Take my advice and just go back where you ca from!" Xiaohao said nonchalantly.
"Kid, who the hell do you think you are? Daring to ddle in my business..."
His words were not even complete when suddenly one figure dashed forward, swinging his palms left and right, delivering a brutal beating.
While hitting, Xiaohao scolded, "To live to your extent is simply a waste of food! Take my advice, go ho, find a piece of rope, hang it on a high-voltage line, and be done with yourself, you might even earn so extra cash after death."
"Ah! You damn brat, die!"
"Damn it!"
"I’m here to save you!"
The rest of the thugs regained their senses, roared, and swung their clubs towards Xiaohao.
"Ah, you guys are too slow, even a snail could beat you." Xiaohao shook his head disdainfully.
With one hand, he grasped the chest of the lead thug, lifting him up and using him as a shield.
Just then, his five or six accomplices wildly swung their clubs down.
"Ah!" A pig-slaughtering scream erupted from the mouth of the lead thug, pain nearly caused him to lose control of his bladder and bowels.
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