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The blazing sun hung high in the sky as Zhao Huilong squatted on the ground, taking drag after drag of a cigarette.
He felt particularly irritable at that mont, and just thinking about the punch Wei Dazhuang had thrown at him in front of everyone made him want to curse.
In fact, he had experienced similar things in the past, so it was nothing new.
Normally, he should have been used to this "bottom-feeder" role, but the past few days of "strutting around" had subconsciously made him forget his original role.
It was probably what people called "a small person getting ahead." After tasting the feeling of "being above others," Zhao Huilong naively believed he had beco the "elite" he had fantasized about countless tis.
So, now he could only bully others; others were absolutely not allowed to humiliate him.
And the punch from Wei Dazhuang had undoubtedly caused him to lose face, especially in front of so many people, which was unbearable for his already sensitive self-esteem.
"Damn it, Wei Dazhuang! You better not get cocky, you punk! I’ll settle this score with you sooner or later!"
Saying harsh words privately was a coping chanism often used by the "weak."
He didn’t dare to confront Wei Dazhuang’s fists directly; he could only huddle in a corner, using verbal bluster to console himself.
This kind of "cowardice," in the end, destined him to live his life in the shadow of the strong.
The tent soon emitted so discordant sounds. Though not very clear, Zhao Huilong still heard the faint coquettish voice of a woman and the heavy breathing of a man.
"Damn, I really couldn’t tell. This guy usually acts all simple and honest, yet he’s fooling around with his own team mbers!"
He looked on with contempt, but Zhao Huilong couldn’t stop himself from getting aroused.
No wonder he had such a "intense" reaction: after all, he was at the pri age of impetuous youth. Due to his low status and lack of ambition, he seldom had opportunities to interact with won.
The only way he could experience love and care was through his calloused "right hand" and his old, outdated desktop computer.
At this mont, hearing the constant "rustling" of passion from inside the tent, Zhao Huilong seed to be transported back to those nights of yore, those glorious days when he defended the airspace of his motherland with countless descendants.
He fought the urge to "jerk off," wiping sweat from his forehead.
This feeling of being able to hear but not see was quite unpleasant for him. Several tis, he had the urge to lift the tent flap and take a peek inside.
But the burning pain in his face stopped him just in ti; he didn’t want to get a smack from the "monster built like an ox" inside.
The scorching September sun was blistering, making Zhao Huilong’s skin burn. He wanted to find a cool place to hide, but due to Wei Dazhuang’s orders, he didn’t dare move around recklessly.
In the end, he had no choice but to stick closely to the tent wall, hoping to shield himself from so of the scorching sunlight.
"Hey! You’re that Zhao Huilong, right?"
The voice ca suddenly, and Zhao Huilong squinted his eyes, instinctively glancing at the other person.
The newcor was a young man with a "wash-and-dry" style haircut, short in stature, and pockmarked, resembling an ugly flower. This gave Zhao Huilong, who had been feeling down for a long ti, a bit of confidence but also made him quite dissatisfied with the guy’s tone of voice.
Still squatting, Zhao Huilong had no intention of standing up. He narrowed his small eyes at the "wash-and-dry" young man and arrogantly questioned, "Who the hell are you? What does it matter to you whether I’m Zhao Huilong or not?"
The young man was slightly taken aback, clearly confused by Zhao Huilong’s "exaggerated" deanor. However, judging by his "stylishly shoddy" look, it was not hard to see that he was not an "ordinary person."
As expected, after a brief mont of stupefaction, the eyes of the "wash-and-dry" young man suddenly widened. "What the hell did you say? Say that again if you dare!"
Zhao Huilong hadn’t expected the other guy to be so aggressive as well. Startled, he instinctively stood up.
With the influence of the scorching sun and his irritable mood, he was more than a little "fiery."
Facing this ugly guy whose build was comparable, or even slightly inferior, to his own, he wanted to "settle the score" and reclaim his dignity.
He nonchalantly scratched his ear, thinking it made him look more imposing.
As he dug his ear, he walked forward slowly, talking in a low and cold voice, "Say it again? Let tell you the truth, I am Zhao Huilong! You better disappear before I lose my temper, or else..."
"Damn you, you are Zhao Huilong! Made look everywhere for you." Before Zhao Huilong could finish, the "wash-and-dry" interrupted, sounding annoyed.
"What the hell are you looking at? Boss Dai is looking for you! Ha! Didn’t you act all cocky just now? Let tell you, you’re in big trouble today!"
This statent was like a cold bucket of water poured on Zhao Huilong’s head.
No need to ask, since Dai Sha was summoning him at this ti, it had to be related to the fight just now.
Recalling the focal point of the previous conflict and the issue of the woman’s ownership, the previously "arrogant and cocky" Zhao Huilong imdiately beca like a spineless weakling, unable to even stand firm.
"Hehe, brother, there’s been a misunderstanding. Please forgive ! Uh~ do you know what Boss Dai wants with ?"
The "wash-and-dry" glanced at Zhao Huilong with disdain, a mocking look on his face. "Scared? Now you’re chickening out, huh? Weren’t you all high and mighty just now? If you want to know what he wants with you... ha!"
With a sinister grin, the "wash-and-dry" leaned close to Zhao Huilong’s ear and whispered, "Why don’t you go find out yourself!"
With a hearty laugh, the "wash-and-dry" walked away, leaving the "pale-faced, at a loss" Zhao Huilong dumbfounded in place.
What to do! What to do! The phrase kept surfacing in his mind. Zhao Huilong’s chaotic thoughts were like a short-circuiting appliance not functioning properly.
In the end, he directed all his resentnt toward Wei Dazhuang, convinced that it was he who had dragged him into this "uncalled-for disaster."
So, anger flared up, and he grew bolder, convinced that there was an original cause for every wrongdoing and a principal person for every debt. Zhao Huilong silently made a decision in his heart:
Damn you, Wei! I told you not to ddle, but you didn’t listen!
Fine! Since you’re being rciless, don’t bla for being unjust!
If I get into trouble today, I’m definitely dragging you down with !
With this thought, Zhao Huilong’s eyes turned fierce, and he gritted his teeth tightly... (Join exciting activities with surprising rewards, get cool phones! Follow Qidian Chinese website’s public account on WeChat (add friends - add public account - enter qdread), and join imdiately! Everyone gets a prize, follow the qdread WeChat account now!) (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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