Chapter 230: Chapter 230

"Hmph! What’s wrong with being an uncle? He’s still better than that dumb giant of yours!" Zhao Ling’er said with her hands on her hips.

"You brat, I’ll let you have your little moment of triumph, but wait until I deal with you later!" Liang Xiaoling sneered.

"Who’s afraid of whom? It’s just a game, right? Come on! If I’m scared, I won’t carry the Zhao name!" Zhao Ling’er declared confidently.

"Cut the crap! I’m asking you, where did the other five people go?" Liang Xiaoling demanded.

"To deal with a bunch of pigs like you, do we even need six people? My boyfriend alone can take you down!" Zhao Ling’er boasted.

"Hmph! Remember you said that. If you lose and try to deny it later, see how I’ll take care of you!" Liang Xiaoling threatened.

"Would I lose? Don’t make me laugh!" Zhao Ling’er retorted.

"Uncle, huh? I’m asking you, are you sure you want to represent this dead brat, Zhao Ling’er, and play a match against me?" Liang Xiaoling said with a cold laugh.

"Hey! Can you not randomly call out names?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a wry smile as he touched his nose.

"Tsk! Look at your poor and shabby outfit. Could I have called it wrong?" Liang Xiaoling scoffed disdainfully.

"Which of your eyes has seen a handsome and suave guy like me?" Zhang Xiaohao quipped.

"You call yourself handsome? I say you’re as ’handsome’ as a cricket and as ’suave’ as a burnt rice crust!" Liang Xiaoling replied.

"Oh! Have your eyes moved to the top of your head?" Zhang Xiaohao feigned surprise.

"Ah! Really? Where? Tell me where!" Liang Xiaoling asked frantically.

"Giggle! Are you a pig or what? My boyfriend is insulting you!" Zhao Ling’er laughed sweetly. Read complete versıon only at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩

"Thanks for the unnecessary commentary! Scared that she won’t catch on?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes.

"Hubby, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad, okay?" Zhao Ling’er said in a cutesy way.

"Hmph! Sharp-tongued, I’ll let you swagger for a bit! You’ll both have your turn to cry later," Liang Xiaoling said with a stern face.

"Brat, I’m asking you one more time, are you sure he alone will take on the six of us?"

"Annoying little wench! You talk too much! I’ll tell you again seriously, listen well, with my boyfriend stepping in, no matter how many of you there are, he’ll still trash you all!" Zhao Ling’er bragged arrogantly.

"Alright then! In that case, the basketball game can begin," Liang Xiaoling said.

As she finished speaking, six tall, burly men wearing sportswear walked up.

The one in front was clad in a red sports outfit that had the words "Guaranteed Victory" printed across the chest.

"You cocky brat! Daring to take on the six of us alone," the leading man said with a sideways glance.

"Just moderately," Zhang Xiaohao responded nonchalantly.

Bullying these students truly didn’t excite him one bit.

"Haha! You’re not afraid of your tongue catching the wind. Do you know who we are?"

"What does it matter to me who you are?" Zhang Xiaohao said plainly.

"Hmph! Listen up, we’re from the Nanhua City Sports Club, and we even got third place in last year’s Southern Province basketball competition!" the man boasted proudly.

"Is that supposed to impress me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"Tsk! I think you’re daft, lad! Are you some alien creature that doesn’t even know about the amateur basketball league?"

"Sigh! Honestly, to take out weaklings like you, I only need one hand," Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.

"Haha... Did you guys hear that? This alien creature here is so full of it, saying he’ll beat us using just one hand!" the man laughed boisterously.

"Don’t believe me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"If you can beat us with just one hand, then we will live stream ourselves eating shit!" the man declared confidently.

"Hmm, that sounds good! It’s settled then," Zhang Xiaohao agreed.

"Haha! Kid, you’re not really planning to face us single-handedly, are you?"

"Yes, I am! What’s the problem? Are you guys thinking of backing out?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"Alright, you’re tough! I misspoke earlier; you’re not a monster from outer space," the leader of the men laughed heartily.

"Brother Niu, where is he from then? He’s got to be from somewhere, right?" one of the underlings chimed in.

"He’s from Emei Mountain, a clown invited by a monkey!" Brother Niu declared seriously.

"Hahaha..." They burst into wild laughter immediately.

"I think so too," Zhang Xiaohao nodded in agreement.

"Hahaha..." Hearing Zhang Xiaohao’s comment, all six of Brother Niu’s group laughed even more wildly.

"I think you should live stream eating shit!" Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.

"Damn! You little shit, how dare you curse at me, you’re looking for death!" Brother Niu raged.

"Are you retarded? Which ear heard me curse at you? Clearly, you were the one who admitted you’d live stream eating shit, alright!" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"Hmph! You think you’re so cocky? We’ll settle this on the basketball court," Brother Niu snapped coldly.

"Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao interrupted.

"What, little shit, you getting scared?" Brother Niu said.

"The word ’fear’ has never existed in my dictionary!" Zhang Xiaohao stated firmly.

"So what do you want to do? Thinking you can’t handle it alone and need to call for backup?" Brother Niu questioned.

"You’re overthinking it! I figure, since it’s a basketball game, we should have some rules, right? Otherwise, if one side plays dirty and just hugs the ball, we’ll end up in a stalemate," Zhang Xiaohao asserted.

"Hmph! Whoever scores the most within an hour wins!" Brother Niu declared coldly.

"Yeah, that sounds good!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded his approval.

The two groups took their places on the basketball court.

"Ling’er, lend me your belt for a moment," Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"Ah! What do you need it for?" Zhao Ling’er asked, puzzled.

"Just wait and watch the show I’ll put on for you!" Zhang Xiaohao replied with a mysterious smile.

"Okay," Zhao Ling’er nodded.

She removed the decorative belt from her slender waist and handed it to Zhang Xiaohao.

Zhang Xiaohao then tied his left hand to his body with the belt.

"You little shit, you can’t possibly be planning to take on all six of us with just one hand?" Brother Niu boasted arrogantly.

"Yes! Are you guys scared by any chance?" Zhang Xiaohao challenged.

"Pfff! Scared of you? I’m just afraid you’ll look pretty bad when you lose and then back out!" Brother Niu scoffed.

"Don’t worry! As long as you have the skills to beat me, Ling’er won’t break her word," Zhang Xiaohao reassured.

"Alright then! Let the game begin!" Brother Niu announced.

Off to the side, Zhao Ling’er and Liang Xiaoling immediately took out their phones to keep time.

"You guys go first!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

After saying that, he tossed the basketball over to them.

"You sure you want us to start little shit? Don’t go back on your word when you lose!" Brother Niu warned.

"Quit the bullshit and get started!" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged.

"Since you’re so eager to die, let’s oblige him, boys!" Brother Niu sneered.

Following his words, the six men quickly got into formation.

Three in front, with Brother Niu in the middle, and two behind.