Chapter 138: Chapter 138

John Sharo slammed hard against the wall, a sweetness in his chest, he spewed a basin of old blood and collapsed onto the ground.

Before he could react, Xiaohao took a quick step and charged again.

He used his fists and feet, punch after punch landing solidly, subjecting him to a frenzied beating.

A series of hand-to-hand combat sounds rose from his body.

"Ah! Yellow-skinned monkey, have some decency and don’t hit the face..." John Sharo yelled in a fit of rage.

His palm had just been raised when it was brutally kicked down by Xiaohao before it could even react. Orıginal content can be found at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱

"I feel like it, what the hell can you do about it?" Xiaohao sneered.

He increased the strength in his palms, punch after kick aimed specifically at his face.

While beating him, Xiaohao cursed furiously, "Damn it! You even dared to covet my woman, today I’ll tear that fucking face of yours! Let’s see if you dare again."

"I really didn’t want to resort to my special moves, kid, but you forced my hand—I’m going to destroy you completely!" John Sharo roared.

Streams of Evil Qi rapidly leaked from his body, his posture hunched, seemingly transforming.

His claws flickered with a green light, showing faint signs of turning into werewolf claws.

"Eh! An American Werewolf transformation? Transferring the essence of a beast’s genes onto oneself in hopes of gaining greater strength? If it were anyone else, you might indeed transform successfully. But who asked you to meet me? Transform my ass!" Xiaohao blurted out.

He kicked out fiercely, directly hitting his chest, injecting a stream of True Qi into his body, severing his genes and preventing him from completing the transformation.

Knowing this guy was a Werewolf, Xiaohao didn’t hold back, delivering powerfully on every fist and kick, pummeling him without mercy.

Xiaohao felt utterly ecstatic, a thrill from head to toe, as he disdainfully glanced at John Sharo; now he was nothing more than a dead dog, with a bruised nose and swollen face, blood stained all over, lying on the ground screaming miserably.

"Heh, White Dog, you picked a nice room indeed, befitting a rich man! The room selection is excellent, such a top-notch soundproofed suite, I’ve never lived in such before. Indeed, it justifies what you said earlier, even if we tore this place down, no one outside would hear. Haha..." Xiaohao stepped on his face and laughed triumphantly.

Hearing Xiaohao’s words, John Sharo felt a sweetness in his heart, and was so angered he spewed a basin of old blood, looking at Xiaohao with a deadly glare.

If glares could kill, he would have hacked Xiaohao to pieces.

At the same time, he cursed inwardly, you damn fool, are you an idiot? I asked you to find a room with good sound insulation, why the hell did you find such a good one? Couldn’t you have cut corners?

And those five idiot bodyguards outside! I already told you when I was coming in to keep an eye out and pay attention to every move inside.

If you heard me shout, you should’ve rushed in immediately.

Damn it, I’ve been screaming my throat out, why the hell haven’t you charged in?

Walking to the table, Xiaohao picked up the check for "one hundred million" dollars, intentionally flicking it with his finger, and said, "Since Brother White Dog is so generous, I won’t hold back on this one hundred million dollars. Hmm, if there’s such a good opportunity next time, Brother White Dog, you’ve got to think of me!"

With that, Xiaohao triumphantly pocketed the one hundred million dollar check and whistled his way to the exit.

"Yellow-skinned monkey! I swear this isn’t over between us!" John Sharo roared.

Zhang Xiaohao swung open the door and strutted out.

"Uh! What are you guys doing?" Looking at the five bodyguards with their heads pressed against the wall, Zhang Xiaohao asked suspiciously.

"Eh! How come it’s you? How could you possibly be uninjured? Where is my young master?" The red-haired old man asked in confusion.

"Are you stupid? Asking me such a retarded question. If I’m walking out without a scratch, obviously, your young master got beat up by me and is lying on the ground playing dead!" Zhang Xiaohao threw him an idiot’s look.

"You little punk! You’re asking for it!" The red-haired old man roared in anger.

"Oh, you wanna fight, huh? I suggest you hurry up and go check on him. If you’re too late, you might not even catch the last glimpse of your young master," Zhang Xiaohao taunted.

"You brat, just you wait. If anything short of a sparrow’s fart happens to my young master, I will not let you off the hook!" The red-haired old man dropped a line and, with four bodyguards, rushed inside.

"Weird! Why isn’t it you lying down?" Cheng Qingsu frowned and said, puzzled.

"Hey! What’s with that attitude? At least I was fighting for you. Is this how you repay me?" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Humph! Jerk, now you’re screwed. Dare to beat up this rich second generation, and just wait for their revenge!" Cheng Qingsu said proudly.

Thinking about this, she finally let out a bit of the anger she had been holding in.

John Sharo walked out with a cold face, supported by two bodyguards, radiating evil qi.

"You yellow-skinned monkey, you dare to trick me!"

"White Dog, have you fucking taken the wrong medicine? Trick your sister! You’re not even a hot girl, are you worthy?" Zhang Xiaohao swore.

"Hmph! Dare you gamble with me for another fight!" John Sharo said darkly.

"Pfft! You? I’m afraid I’d end up sending you to the hospital," Zhang Xiaohao boasted.

"Not me! Fight with my servant. If you can beat him, this one hundred million dollars is yours," John Sharo said coldly, word by word.

"This Red-haired Dog? Have you fucking lost your mind? How old is he, and how old am I? He has practiced martial arts for over twenty years more than me. You think a hundred million dollars can make me fight him? You underestimate me too much," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Two hundred million dollars! The same room. If you can beat him, the money is yours," John Sharo said, writing down another one hundred million-dollar check and tearing it off.

"Two hundred million dollars, huh? Do you really think a master like me is only worth that much?" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Another hundred million dollars! Don’t push your luck! If you refuse, with these three hundred million dollars in my hand, surely there are plenty of interested people in the underworld," John Sharo said, his evil qi surging.

"Are you threatening me?" Zhang Xiaohao squinted and asked.

"You can take it that way, because this young master has that kind of capital!" John Sharo declared arrogantly.

"Haha... Since you think so highly of me, I accept your challenge," Zhang Xiaohao laughed.

Taking advantage of their distraction, he flicked his right hand discreetly, sending a surge of Shennong True Qi into the Yangguan acupoint between his legs.

Hehe, three hours later.

The Shennong True Qi hidden in his body would erupt, and by that time, he would completely turn into a male dog. Any woman he saw, hehe! Regardless of time and place, he would go at it in the most ferocious way—smack smack smack. Imagine how spectacular that scene must be!

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