Chapter 80: Chapter 80

An hour later, a white Volkswagen stopped in front of a remote drug store on the outskirts of Nancheng.

A group of six or seven hooligans with dyed red hair were squatting around the drug store, tasked with preventing anyone from entering and purchasing herbs.

As for the owner of the drug store, they had already "greeted" him. For the next month, without their orders, he was not allowed to sell herbs to anyone. If he was caught secretly selling herbs, his store would be destroyed, and his life would be ruined.

"Brother Damao, another fool has come to buy herbs!" Seeing the white Volkswagen pull up, a red-haired thug sneered.

"Humph! Later, you take a few guys and teach them a lesson, make them scram early! If they don’t listen, beat them to death!" Damao said arrogantly.

The car door opened, and Zhang Xiaohao and his two companions got out, glancing at the very remote drug store in front of them.

Wu Qiaoqiao complained, "Xiaowen, is this the drug store you were talking about? It’s so remote and small, can they meet our needs?"

"That, that I hadn’t explained clearly in the car when you interrupted me," Lin Xiaowen said awkwardly.

"Alright, let’s not talk anymore. Since we’re here, let’s go in and take a look!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

He had noticed the group of red-haired individuals nearby but didn’t take them to heart, continuing towards the drug store with Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen.

"Stop right there, you two little girls!" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao and his party walking towards the drug store, three red-haired thugs swaggered up, radiating menace.

Zhang Xiaohao stopped, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed mockingly at them.

However, Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen instinctively feared the thugs approaching and hid behind Zhang Xiaohao, clutching the hem of his shirt for a sense of safety.

"You brat, what are you three up to?"

"What I’m up to is none of your business!" Zhang Xiaohao scoffed disdainfully.

"Well, well, you sure talk big! I don’t care what you’re up to. Listen carefully; this drug store won’t sell any herbs for the next month. Beat it and go back where you came from!"

"I’m curious. I’m buying herbs and not refusing to pay. The owner hasn’t uttered a word. What gives you the right to shout and scream at me? Tell me, who sent you?" Zhang Xiaohao squinted and said.

Earlier, he had felt that he and his companions were being deliberately targeted.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for Changtian Medicine Hall to suddenly terminate its cooperation with Bai Xue Company after so many years. Weren’t they afraid of offending Bai Xue Cosmetics Company?

You should know, Bai Xue Company’s annual herb purchases were in the tens of millions. To cancel such significant profits, wouldn’t they feel the pain?

Unless someone had promised them substantial benefits in advance and had "greeted" them, they wouldn’t have unilaterally terminated the cooperation with Bai Xue Company. Otherwise, they wouldn’t dare to do this.

Businesses prioritize profits; this is not just a saying.

And then there were another dozen herbal stores, which, as if they had agreed on their responses, outright rejected them.

Now it seemed, they were likely being deliberately targeted.

Recalling the earlier scene of their sales channels being completely blocked, Zhang Xiaohao felt increasingly that there was an invisible, unseen hand behind this, driving everything at a considerable cost to target Bai Xue Cosmetics Company.

Could it be that Bai Xue Cosmetics Company really harbored secrets he wasn’t aware of?

Zhang Xiaohao wondered suspiciously to himself.

"Fuck! Why the hell are you asking so many questions? If it’s none of your business, don’t fucking snoop around! Otherwise, you’ll die a horrible death. While I’m still in a good mood, get the fuck out of here!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Xiaohao’s figure had already charged forward.

He struck from both sides, brutally beating his face.

The loud sounds of slaps immediately rang out, the two red-haired guys beside him were stunned, and then, furious, they glared at Zhang Xiaohao.

"You little fucker, you’re seeking death!"

"Kill this little bitch!"

The two roared in unison, their fists flew out, menacingly smashing toward Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

"Get lost!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly, his right foot shot up like lightning, kicking them both in the chest. The enormous force almost shattered their internal organs, sending them flying ten meters and spewing a mouthful of blood before they finally came to a stop.

Zhang Xiaohao’s movements didn’t cease, as he continued slapping the red-haired thug in front of him.

"Motherfucker! You dare touch my people, brothers, grab your weapons and fuck him up," Brother Damao saw his subordinates being beaten and roared angrily, his face shaking with flabs, he drew a dagger from behind his back and charged at Zhang Xiaohao with three other underlings.

"Mr. Zhang, be careful!" Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen shouted in alarm upon seeing Brother Damao and his four men charge with daggers.

"Daring to pull a knife on me, if you seek death, I’ll grant it!" Zhang Xiaohao’s face darkened.

He was truly angered, the audacity of these thugs, pulling knives over a mere dispute.

Luckily, it was him they encountered; if it had been someone else, a stab could have ended in severe tragedy.

Previously, he had been deliberately controlling his strength, but now, Zhang Xiaohao violently slapped the thug, sending a dozen of the red-haired man’s teeth flying.

With a kick between the legs, "Crack!" he directly disabled his balls, sending him flying ten meters while a ghastly scream erupted.

"Now it’s your turn, you four!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered wickedly.

With a spring from his feet, his body charged forward like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, moving with lightning speed.

His two iron fists brutally exploded forth, devoid of any finesse, brutally smashing against the bodies of the gangsters. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍

Wherever the vital spots were, he ruthlessly aimed, unleashing over thirty punches and several kicks, Zhang Xiaohao finally stopped.

Looking at Brother Damao and his four, they lay like dead dogs, blood everywhere, lying on the ground screaming in agony.

Having offended Zhang Xiaohao, the "Living King Yan," they were truly ruined.

Not only were their genitals destroyed, but the vital acupoints all over their bodies were savagely targeted by Zhang Xiaohao; standing up would be a dream, let alone sitting down in the future.

"Tell me, who sent you?" Zhang Xiaohao walked up to Brother Damao, stepped on his face, and asked coldly.

Facing Zhang Xiaohao’s murderous gaze, Brother Damao was not only unafraid but defiantly said, "You little shit, how dare you ruin us. We are from First-class Hall! Let me tell you, you’re dead! Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you won’t escape death!"