Chapter 227: Chapter 227

"Master Hu, save me!" The redhead hooligan mustered all his strength, yelling loudly for help.

"Wow, didn’t see that coming, you’ve brought reinforcements!" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

His right foot was stepping on the punk’s face, following his gaze to the two Mercedes opposite, watching them playfully. Thıs content belongs to 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝔫𝔢𝔱

"Damn it! This piece of trash! Bringing shame to me! Ah Bao, get down there and take care of this stinking brat." White Tiger said with a sullen face.

"Yes, Master Hu!" Ah Bao replied respectfully.

He got out of the car, swaggering towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"Kid, you’re pretty good, daring to mess with Master Hu’s people! Tell me, how do you want to die?" Ah Bao said coldly.

"I want to die feeling awesome," Zhang Xiaohao stated truthfully.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ah Bao asked, confused.

"I want to die feeling awesome," Zhang Xiaohao continued.

"I’m asking you what you mean?" Ah Bao demanded coldly.

"I want to die feeling awesome!" Zhang Xiaohao repeated.

"Damn it! I know you want to feel awesome, but how exactly?" Ah Bao roared furiously.

"Are you fucking retarded?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.

"Damn it! You little beast, how dare you curse me! Go to hell!" Ah Bao bellowed angrily.

His body rushed forward, his foot tapped the ground, and his right leg swept out.

Bringing a powerful gust of wind, he aimed a kick at Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

"Not that strong, and yet so much nonsense! Come here." Zhang Xiaohao commanded coldly.

His right hand shot out, bossily gripping Ah Bao’s kicking right foot in his palm.

With a fierce tug, he swung Ah Bao’s body around, treating him like a punching bag and violently smashing him onto the ground.

"Aaagh!" A scream like that of a slaughtering pig erupted from Ah Bao’s mouth.

Before he could react,

Zhang Xiaohao bent his arm, still holding his foot, and smashed it against the ground again.

One hit followed another, and the miserable cries kept coming from Ah Bao’s mouth.

Zhang Xiaohao nonchalantly tossed Ah Bao on the ground.

By that time, Ah Bao’s face was unrecognizable, completely disfigured with blood everywhere.

He lay on the ground like a dead dog, breathing in little and breathing out lots.

"Sigh! That was somewhat unsatisfying! Couldn’t they send someone a bit more capable? I didn’t even get to enjoy the fight, and it’s already over," Zhang Xiaohao bemoaned, dusting off his hands.

"Wow! Honey, you’re so fierce!" Zhao Ling’er exclaimed excitedly.

She rushed over, hugged Zhang Xiaohao, wrapped her legs around his waist, and fiercely kissed him.

"Cough! Cough! In the presence of all these people, can you mind the public image, please?" Zhang Xiaohao said, annoyed.

"Husband, that move you just did was so cool! Can you teach me?" Zhao Ling’er asked, infatuated.

Zhang Xiaohao restrained her body, and struck her buttocks.

"What’s with girls these days, learning the worst things, always fighting and killing, you deserve a spanking!" Zhang Xiaohao scolded.

After smacking her a few more times, he finally let Zhao Ling’er down.

Arms crossed, he stood nonchalantly, watching a burly man walk down from the Mercedes. Behind him followed six men in black suits.

Each one had a stern face, exuding Evil Qi, clearly not ordinary characters.

"Kid, you’re quite arrogant!" White Tiger said coldly.

Three steps away, he stared at Zhang Xiaohao, full of Evil Qi.

"Arrogant? I don’t think so," Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.

"You’ve got guts! Facing me and not pissing yourself in fear!" White Tiger continued.

As if in his eyes, Zhang Xiaohao was just an ant, easily crushed with a flick of the hand.

"You think you’re something special?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"You, tell him who I am!" White Tiger commanded, pointing at a lackey by his side.

"Listen up, kid, and listen well. The man before you does not change his name or his surname. He is White Tiger, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of First-class Hall!" the lackey announced.

"Kid, now you know my name, right? Scared yet? Feeling like you’re about to wet yourself?" White Tiger taunted.

"Yeah! Seeing you makes me want to pee!" Zhang Xiaohao admitted.

"Haha..." White Tiger laughed smugly.

"I want to piss on your face!" Zhang Xiaohao added.

"What!" White Tiger’s laughter stopped abruptly.

His gaze fiery, he said angrily, "You little shit, you’re courting death!"

"Can’t you come up with something new? I’ve heard that so much, my ears have calluses," Zhang Xiaohao said with a shrug of resignation.

"Humph! You have two choices. First, compensate my brothers here with one billion for the injury and their ’spiritual losses.’ Then cripple your own limbs, and we’ll let this go," White Tiger said.

"And then?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"Sharp-tongued brat! Second, I personally maim your limbs, and whenever she earns enough—a billion—I’ll let her go," White Tiger said coldly.

"I’ll give you two choices too!" Zhang Xiaohao stated seriously.

"Haha! Has this kid lost his mind? Giving me, White Tiger, two choices, as if he has any right?" White Tiger sneered.

"First, cut off your tongue, and castrate yourself," Zhang Xiaohao declared solemnly.

"Is this kid insane? Wanting to cut my tongue off and neuter me? Doesn’t he have a mirror to see who he’s dealing with? Does he think he’s qualified?" White Tiger scoffed.

"Second, cut off your tongue," Zhang Xiaohao continued.

"Haha! Is this kid a joker brought in by a monkey? Clearly just one option, yet he insists on calling it two!" White Tiger boasted.

"Oh!" Before White Tiger could finish, Zhang Xiaohao swayed swiftly and was already in front of him.

His right foot brutally kicked between White Tiger’s legs, and the sound of eggs cracking followed.

Blood, crimson like a rainbow, trickled down his crotch, dripping onto the ground.

In agony, White Tiger inhaled sharply, clutched at his groin, and howled miserably.

"It doesn’t matter who, anyone who dares insult me, even the Heavenly King himself, must die!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

"Ah! You shameless kid, how dare you sneak attack me! What are you morons waiting for? He’s ruined my jewels, attack him now!" White Tiger roared ferociously.

"Die, you little beast!"

"Daring to wreck Master Hu’s jewels, I’ll wreck yours too!"

"You little shit, come and fight for your life!"

Six bodyguards in black attire snorted coldly.

Clutching cleavers, they charged toward Zhang Xiaohao, murder in their eyes.

The cleavers swung down with a whooshing wind, aiming to chop Zhang Xiaohao’s head off fiercely.

"Looking for death!" Zhang Xiaohao’s expression darkened.

His body swayed, and he charged forward rapidly.

His iron fists thundered out, smashing arrogantly into the faces of the bodyguards.

In the midst of their cries of agony, the battle commenced quickly and ended just as swiftly. In less than three seconds, six formidable bodyguards lay defeated on the ground by Zhang Xiaohao.