Chapter 295: Chapter 295

"Ah! No, no, you’ve got the wrong person!" Wang Mengmeng exclaimed in terror.

As she spoke, she tried to pull Zhang Xiaohao toward the elevator to dash inside.

A fierce-looking brute quickly blocked Wang Mengmeng and Xiaohao’s way.

"Miss Wang, since you’re here, why the hurry to leave?" the fierce-looking brute said with a cold face.

"You’ve got the wrong person, I’m not Wang Mengmeng!" Wang Mengmeng denied.

"Heh heh! If I had any doubts before, now I’m certain—you’re indeed the Miss Wang our young master specifically asked for," the fierce-looking brute said.

"Get out of the way! I’m not Wang Mengmeng!" Wang Mengmeng said again.

"..." Zhang Xiaohao was utterly bemused.

They had only mentioned "Miss Wang," and you went ahead and gave away your name.

If they let you go after that, they would have to be fools.

"Miss Wang, there’s no point in denying it, our young master is waiting for you inside!" the fierce-looking brute said with a smirk.

With a domineering wave of his hand, three other hulking brutes, their faces stern, came over and surrounded them.

They blocked the way in front of Wang Mengmeng and Zhang Xiaohao.

"Miss Wang, don’t make it difficult for us servants!" the fierce-looking brute threatened.

"What do you want? Let me go! Otherwise, I will call the police," Wang Mengmeng said coldly.

"Call the police? You can try that after you’ve spoken with our young master!" the fierce-looking brute retorted coldly.

"Hmph! My legs are my own, and I refuse to believe you can drag me in there!" Wang Mengmeng retorted. Newest update provıded by 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍

"Since Miss Wang insists, we who serve simply have to oblige you!" the fierce-looking brute stated coldly.

With a domineering wave of his hand.

Two thugs immediately charged forward.

Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flashed as he wrapped his arms around Wang Mengmeng.

"Look here, guys, isn’t bullying a girl just wrong?" Zhang Xiaohao said as he touched his nose.

"You little punk, who do you think you are? Daring to meddle in our young master’s affair? Get lost!" the fierce-looking brute snapped fiercely.

"Get lost? I actually think that word suits well," Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

"Dammit! Where did this little punk come from, daring to mind our young master’s business, are you looking for death!" the fierce-looking brute sneered.

He pivoted on one foot, launching a ferocious strike straight at Zhang Xiaohao’s face, ruthless and leaving no room for mercy.

If that were an ordinary person, a punch like that could kill or severely cripple.

"Get lost!" Zhang Xiaohao yelled coldly.

His right leg shot out like lightning.

A massive force brutally kicked the fierce-looking brute in the chest, knocking him out cold.

Then, in a flash, he moved to confront the other three hulking brutes.

His fist thundered out, brutally smashing into their faces.

Knocking them out cold on the spot.

He casually dusted off his hands indifferently.

"So much posturing in front of me is asking for death!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

He took off their belts and clothes, tying the four of them together.

"Done!" Zhang Xiaohao declared.

"Eh! What’s with that look?"

"Ah! Did you handle it just like that?" Wang Mengmeng asked doubtfully.

"What else did you expect?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.

Without saying a word, Wang Mengmeng walked up to Zhang Xiaohao, stretched out a snow-white hand, and began patting him down.

"What, what are you doing? I’m warning you, I’m very conservative! I won’t let you succeed here," Zhang Xiaohao stepped back and said.

"Weird! You don’t have any muscles, how are you so strong? Could it be that you know martial arts? Are you a legendary martial arts master?" Wang Mengmeng tilted her head and asked.

Zhang Xiaohao tapped her head annoyingly.

"What are you thinking? If I were a martial arts master, would I be living ?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.

"Ah! Why did you hit me?" Wang Mengmeng exclaimed.

"I was helping you, okay? Don’t bite the hand that feeds you," Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"Hmph!" Wang Mengmeng huffed unhappily.

Looking at the four fierce men tied up.

Grasping Zhang Xiaohao’s arm, she hurriedly said, "Quick, we need to go! If they wake up later, we’re doomed!"

"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.

He stood still, not moving an inch, no matter how Wang Mengmeng tugged at him.

"What’s wrong with you? Are you waiting to get beaten up when they wake up?" Wang Mengmeng pressed urgently.

Zhang Xiaohao slapped her on the butt irritably.

"Since we’re already here, we might as well resolve this matter!" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

"Ah! Are you looking to challenge him to a one-on-one fight? I’m telling you, don’t think you can fight, he’s no ordinary guy—he’s the son of the chairman of Feiniu Live Company. Without any power or status like you, even if many more come, they could crush you with just one word!" Wang Mengmeng warned.

"Come with me!" Zhang Xiaohao commanded.

Too lazy to argue further, he just roughly picked her up.

Zhang Xiaohao knocked on the door.

"Ah! You’re not seriously going to talk with him, are you?" Wang Mengmeng said frantically.

"From now on, you keep your mouth shut! If you dare to speak one more word, I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed for three days," Zhang Xiaohao threatened.

"You wouldn’t dare!" Wang Mengmeng snapped back.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohao looked serious, she swallowed her forthcoming remarks.

"Baby, is that you?" a lecherous voice came from inside the room.

"Three, two, one!" Zhang Xiaohao silently counted in his mind.

When he reached one, he kicked the door fiercely.

The door flew open from the force, crashing into the room.

A pitiful scream echoed from behind the door.

"Come in!" Zhang Xiaohao ordered.

After saying that, he stepped inside.

"You bastard! You’ve really screwed me over this time," Wang Mengmeng fumed inwardly.

She quickly followed him in.

Zhang Xiaohao closed the door, pulled up a chair, and sat down with an air of authority.

Opposite him, a young master in a bathrobe furiously got up from the ground.

"You bastard! You dare hit me, I’m going to kill you!" Zhu Jiahao roared furiously.

He charged at Zhang Xiaohao with a murderous look, his fist targeting Xiaohao’s head.

Zhang Xiaohao swung his hand and landed two heavy slaps on Zhu Jiahao’s face, knocking him to the ground.

Teeth mixed with blood sprayed from Zhu Jiahao’s mouth.

"Ah! You dare hit me, do you know who I am?" Zhu Jiahao bellowed furiously.

Zhang Xiaohao kicked him, propelling him through the air again.

"You bastard! You’re hooked on hitting, huh? I’ll fight you to the end!" Zhu Jiahao growled menacingly.

Picking up a chair, he furiously swung it at Zhang Xiaohao.

Zhang Xiaohao remained silent.

A sweeping kick, his right foot crashing into Zhu Jiahao’s head.

The force also sent the chair in Zhu’s hand flying.