Chapter 137: Chapter 137

"Yellow-skinned monkey, I’m asking you one last time, do you dare fight me?" John Sharo said menacingly.

"Are you stupid? You’ve got five guys behind you, each one broad-shouldered and burly, obviously seasoned fighters, and I’m here all alone. Only an idiot would brawl with you!" Zhang Xiaohao cursed under his breath.

John Sharo turned around and saw that this was indeed the case, looking proud and chest puffed out, he felt smug inside!

After thinking it over, he said, "Kid, don’t worry, I won’t bully you. Let’s have a one-on-one! No one else is allowed to interfere; if you’re a man, step up!"

"You think you can just call for a fight and I’ll agree? If I said yes just like that, wouldn’t I lose face?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

"Hmph! You just want money, right? Here’s the deal, if you can beat me, this million US dollars is yours!" John Sharo said proudly.

"A million US dollars is a lot? Are you giving alms to a beggar? A million US dollars isn’t even enough for me and my darling to book a room!" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"Kid, I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but can you even produce a million US dollars?"

"Is a million a lot? Open your damned dog eyes and look closely, this is a cashier’s cheque from Swiss Bank. Count the zeroes yourself and see," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"One, two...eight zeroes, plus the one in front, a hundred million US dollars? Impossible! Your clothes all together aren’t worth ten thousand US dollars, where’d you get all this money? It must be from being a pretty boy, right?" John Sharo said, his face darkening.

Zhang Xiaohao mentally cursed himself for being such an idiot, being so careless that he couldn’t even distinguish between Huaxia Coins and US dollars; he was lucky he wasn’t his father, or else he would have ended up as a stain on the wall.

"Are you an idiot? What’s wrong with being a pretty boy? I rely on my skills. In this day and age, making money by sitting or standing counts for nothing, but earning it while lying down, now that’s what makes a man! Not to look down on you, but do you even have the skill for that?" Zhang Xiaohao said arrogantly.

The two women beside him, hearing these words, covered their faces in shame and stepped back, as if they didn’t know him.

"You, you..." John Sharo was at a loss for words.

"White Dog, weren’t you being cocky just now? Screaming for a one-on-one? As long as you put down an equal amount of money, I’ll accept your challenge!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"You’re serious?" John Sharo asked excitedly.

For him, a hundred million US dollars was truly just a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning, for he was the primary heir of his family!

"Nonsense! I’m a man of my word, solid as I swallow nails, once I say something, it’s like water spilled, irrevocable. Just put up an equal value in US dollars, and what’s wrong with fighting you?" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Alright! I accept your challenge!" John Sharo said.

He stretched out his right hand, and the red-haired old man behind him respectfully handed him a checkbook.

John Sharo, looking smug, picked up the pen and swiftly wrote a one hundred million US dollar check.

"Look closely, kid, this is a cashier’s cheque from Citibank in the US, one hundred million US dollars. Now, we can have our one-on-one, right?" John Sharo said.

"I have one more condition, unless you agree to it, I won’t fight you," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"You... shameless!" John Sharo said, infuriated to the point of almost exploding.

Holding back the urge to rampage, John Sharo said, "Speak!" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁

"Okay, a one-on-one is fine, but we need a private room with just the two of us. I’m shy and if I end up not beating you, and you beat me up instead, it’s embarrassing with all these people watching. How would I be able to face my darling afterward?" Zhang Xiaohao said, grabbing Cheng Qingsu’s behind with his left hand and laughing, "Darling, I’m right, aren’t I?"

If looks could kill, Cheng Qingsu would have sliced Zhang Xiaohao into a thousand pieces.

"You’re right, dear, it’s better to find a private room, and if you get beaten up, no one else will see," Cheng Qingsu said through gritted teeth.

"Did you hear that, White Dog? Just find a room on your own, and I’ll face you in single combat," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Haha... I thought it was something serious, turns out it’s just this. Since that’s the case, I shall satisfy you!" John Sharo said with a laugh, snapping his fingers. A sunglass-wearing bodyguard immediately went down to give instructions.

Soon, the hotel manager came running over respectfully.

"Having Young Master John grace our humble establishment is truly a blessing!"

"Hmm, you’re already clear on why I’m here. Prepare the best room for me, one with the best soundproofing," John Sharo said proudly.

"This way, please, Young Master John!"

A crowd followed the hotel manager to the outside of a luxurious room and stopped.

"Young Master John, this room is one of the finest we have. Its soundproofing is top-notch! Even if someone tears apart the room inside, not a sound will be heard outside," the manager assured.

"Good! Nicely done." John Sharo looked at Zhang Xiaohao with a taunting gaze and said, "Yellow-skinned monkey, I’ve met your demand. Can we have our duel now?"

"Hmph! If it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight you’ll get. I don’t believe I can’t beat a white-furred dog like you, hollowed out by wine and women," Zhang Xiaohao said indignantly, entering the room.

"Listen up, all of you. If the noise inside gets weird, or if I call for help, kick the door down immediately, got it?" John Sharo ordered seriously, proving he wasn’t completely foolish.

"Don’t worry, Young Master. If anything inside seems amiss, we’ll rush in right away," the five of them answered in unison.

"Hmm." John Sharo nodded in satisfaction, walked into the room, and locked the door behind him.

Smirking at Zhang Xiaohao, he said, "Now, yellow-skinned monkey, let’s see who can save you!"

As he spoke, he began to take off his limited edition suit.

"Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Scared now, brat? Haha, I’ll tell you, it’s too late! My men are outside, and the room’s soundproofing is so good, we could tear this place apart and no one outside would hear," John Sharo boasted.

"Are you stupid? I’m just asking, where’s the money? Where’s the one billion US Dollars?" Zhang Xiaohao said, shaking his head.

"Hmph! Thinking of money when you’re about to die. The money is here, come and take it if you can!" John Sharo said arrogantly, placing one billion US Dollars on the table.

"Heh heh, then you can go die now!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed triumphantly.

After such a long setup, the fish had finally taken the bait.

With a swift move, he was already in front of John Sharo, and his right hand lashed out, slapping his complacent face.

With a slap! He knocked him to the ground.

Before John Sharo could get up, Zhang Xiaohao was in front of him again. His right foot kicked between John Sharo’s legs, sending him flying with a stylish curved shot, then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.

Dammit, how dare you covet my little aunt, I’m going to play you to death today!

(PS: Sigh, with a bottle of Er Guo Tou, I hope to wake up to find all the troubles gone.)