Chapter 695: Chapter 695

"You three, you’re surrounded. If you know what’s good for you, hand over anything valuable you’ve got and surrender! Otherwise, in ten minutes—no! Five minutes, we’ll tear up the tickets!" the burly ringleader announced arrogantly.

"Heh heh," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled with amusement.

"You little punk, what are you laughing at?" the tattooed ringleader asked, puzzled.

"Buddy, are you clowns sent by a monkey?" Xiaohao laughed and said.

"A monkey? Which monkey? What’s his surname?" the tattooed ringleader asked, perplexed.

"Haha..." Hearing his words, Xiaohao laughed uproariously.

"You brat, what’s so funny?" the tattooed ringleader asked, still confused.

"Didn’t you want to know that monkey’s surname? I’ll tell you right now," Xiaohao said seriously.

"Spill it! What’s his surname?" the tattooed ringleader demanded.

"His surname is Sun, first name Wukong!" Xiaohao said seriously.

"Sun Wukong? Why does that name sound so familiar, like I’ve heard it somewhere before," the tattooed ringleader muttered, frowning.

"Boss, he’s just messing with you! Sun Wukong, isn’t that the character from the movies?" one of the underlings interjected.

"Damn it! You little rat, you dare to make a fool of me, you’re asking for it!" the tattooed ringleader bellowed angrily.

"You were the one who asked me, so it’s my fault?" Xiaohao shrugged.

"Humph! Daring to talk back to me, kid, you’ve got some nerve! Just you wait here; I’m going back to get some people!"

"Sure! I’ll wait right here for you; go on back and get people!" Xiaohao said with a smile.

"Brothers, let’s go! We’ll come back with a vengeance," the tattooed ringleader said.

After saying this, he waved his hand and, leading his gang of underlings, turned to leave.

They had only gone a few steps when the tattooed ringleader stopped again.

"Shit, why do I feel like something’s not right here!" the tattooed ringleader said, frowning.

"Boss, we came here to rob this place! Why are you getting into it with him?" the underling from before asked, not understanding.

"Damn it! How could I forget about this? We’re here to rob the place. Why the hell am I walking away!" the tattooed ringleader cursed under his breath.

Immediately leading his gang, they spun around with murderous intent, once again encircling Xiaohao and his two companions.

"Kid, you’ve got some guts, daring to play me!" the tattooed ringleader said furiously.

"Play you? No, not at all! I’ve just been standing here minding my business, how could I have played you?" Xiaohao said teasingly.

"Damn it! Then why did you just call me a moron hired by a monkey?" the tattooed ringleader challenged.

"Didn’t you say that yourself?" Xiaohao asked seriously.

"Did I really say that?" the tattooed ringleader asked, suspicious.

"Absolutely!" Xiaohao said, eyes twitching.

"Really?" the tattooed ringleader was still dubious.

"Of course, just look at your physique: broad shoulders, narrow waist, clearly a man of explosive strength. Who’d dare to play with you? They’d have a death wish, right?" Xiaohao said.

"Hmm! At least you have some insight, kid, spotting even the few virtues I possess," the tattooed ringleader said proudly.

"There’s one more thing I need to tell you sternly," Xiaohao said solemnly.

"What’s that?" the tattooed ringleader asked, puzzled.

"Well, I’m the head coach for the National Sports Commission. With the next Olympic Games coming up, I’ve been thinking of selecting a few masters from the common folk to compete and sweep up all the gold medals!" Xiaohao said earnestly.

"You? The head coach of the National Sports Commission? Are you sure you’re not just amusing me?" the tattooed ringleader asked, skeptically.

"You don’t believe it?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"You think I haven’t read enough books, and that I’m easy to fool, huh?" the tattooed hulk shot back.

Zhang Xiaohao gave a mysterious smile and pulled out a red document from his pocket.

Pointing to the national emblem on the red document, he said, "Do you see this?"

"The five-starred red flag? Are you kidding me?" the tattooed hulk said angrily.

"And what about the line of small text below it?" Zhang Xiaohao asked again.

"Dammit! Kid, are you messing with me? Haven’t I already told you? I didn’t graduate from elementary school, they know me, I’m not one of them!" the tattooed hulk shouted in fury.

"Which one of you guys can read?" Zhang Xiaohao barked at his group of underlings.

"I can read a little!" Little Black called out.

"Good, you then. Tell him, how does this line of small text read?" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Big Brother, this line of small text reads ’General Administration of Sport of China’!" Little Black said.

"Are you sure?" the tattooed hulk asked back.

"Yeah, I’m sure, but there are a few more words after that, my PE teacher never taught me those, I don’t recognize them," Little Black said honestly. For origınal chapters go to 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵

"Alright, you’re dismissed, it’s got nothing to do with you now. Get lost!" the tattooed hulk said.

Once finished, he stared at Zhang Xiaohao with wide, serious cow eyes.

Several minutes passed, and the tattooed hulk’s expression changed, his face breaking into a sycophantic smile.

"Are you really the head coach of the General Administration of Sport of China?"

"Yeah! Is there a problem with that?" Zhang Xiaohao replied with a smirk.

The tattooed hulk immediately knelt on the ground.

"Dammit, what are you idiots waiting for? Don’t you quickly kneel down to Big Brother," the tattooed hulk barked coldly.

"Ah! Big Brother, we came here to rob, why should we kneel?" Little Black asked, confused.

"Dammit! I tell you to kneel, and you just kneel. What’s with all the nonsense? If you dare jabber again, be careful I’ll carve you up!" the tattooed hulk said.

Facing the menacing gaze of the tattooed hulk, the group of underlings instantly knelt down.

"Big Brother, do you know? Since I was little, I’ve had a dream, to participate in the Olympic Games. Big Brother, do you think I’m suitable? Can I represent the country and compete in the Olympics, to bring glory to our nation and win gold medals?" the tattooed hulk said, hopeful.

"I seem to remember that some people broke my car and tried to rob me!" Zhang Xiaohao said with amusement.

"Ah! Big Brother, that’s an easy fix. Just wait, at most ten minutes, no! In three minutes, I’ll have your car repaired," the tattooed hulk said.

He then stood up from the ground, waved his hand imperiously, and roared.

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and help Big Brother fix his car!"

"Ah! Big brother, we are robbers! What’s this fixing cars business?" Little Black asked, still not getting it.

"Dammit! Am I the big brother, or are you the big brother? If I tell you to fix the car, then you damn well fix the car. If you dare ask ’why’ again, I’ll slap you dead!" the tattooed hulk snapped and gave two big slaps across the face.

"What are you ’ah-ing’ about! Get moving!" the tattooed hulk cursed again.

Immediately, a group of underlings scrambled out tools from the nearby bushes and ran over. They took off the damaged tire and started repairing it on the spot.