When Zhang Xiaohao glared at them, the remaining disciples of the Guan Martial Arts Hall dared not to plot any further and honestly knelt on the ground, licking the pig blood, dog blood, and other filthy things off the floor.
"Brother-in-law, you’re too awesome," Cheng Qingsu said, giving a thumbs up.
"Heh, just average!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
"Damn it! Lord, this guy is slacking off," shouted one of the Guan Martial Arts Hall disciples at that moment.
"Oh?" Zhang Xiaohao walked over with interest.
"L-Lord, I wasn’t slacking off! This guy is framing me."
"Heh," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled, and swiftly lifted his right foot, stepping on his Dantian.
"Ah!" A miserable scream immediately burst from his mouth.
"Listen up, all of you, from now on the countdown begins, you only have ten minutes. If you don’t lick the pig blood, dog blood, and other filth off the floor within ten minutes, I will destroy all of your Dantians!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Lord, what if someone slacks off?" another disciple of the Guan Martial Arts Hall asked.
"I only look at the results, not the process!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
Having said that, he crossed his arms and stood there indifferently, ignoring them.
"All of you listen up, if I find any of you slacking off, don’t blame me for crippling him!" one of the Guan Martial Arts Hall disciples said.
With someone taking the lead, the rest of the Guan Martial Arts Hall disciples immediately echoed.
In the face of such ruthless suppression, without Zhang Xiaohao’s oversight, the disciples of the Guan Martial Arts Hall started supervising each other, putting in great effort like their lives depended on it. Their tongues worked like bulldozers, frantically licking the blood off the ground.
At the same time, they deeply regretted why their hands had been so foolish to throw so much in the first place.
"Brother-in-law, that was a smart move!" Cheng Qingsu said, hugging Zhang Xiaohao’s arm.
"Of course, because I’m your brother-in-law, after all!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
"Giggle!" Cheng Qingsu’s body trembled slightly, her chest shaking vigorously as she laughed loudly.
It took less than ten minutes, just over eight minutes.
A disciple of the Guan Martial Arts Hall ran over and said, "Lord, everything has been licked clean."
With a sweep of his Soul Power, Zhang Xiaohao checked the surroundings and indeed, as he had said, all those dirty things had been licked clean.
Zhang Xiaohao withdrew his Soul Power and said, "Well done! Gather all those shards of glass, place them at the entrance, take off your clothes, and roll out from here, regardless of life or death, and we’ll call it even."
"Yes, Lord!" Having learned from the earlier lesson, this disciple of the Guan Martial Arts Hall smartly responded.
Leading the remaining brothers, they quickly gathered the glass shards around the villa.
Within a short five minutes, they had collected all the glass shards from the ground.
Pointy ends up, they placed them at the entrance.
"Lord, everything is ready," said the disciple who had spoken earlier.
"Are you blind? Didn’t you see those shards still left on the window? Go and pick them up now!" Zhang Xiaohao commanded.
"Yes, Lord!" The Guan Martial Arts Hall disciple immediately responded, leading his brothers as they rushed again.
This time, even faster, it took them just two minutes to collect all the glass shards from the window and place them at the entrance.
"Lord, can we start now?" the same disciple said.
They couldn’t wait a moment longer to stay here, preferring to suffer more physical pain just to leave this place of trouble sooner.
At the same time, they secretly vowed that once they left, they would buy a train ticket and flee far away!
To hell with the Guan Martial Arts Hall!
Furthermore, with Guan Bin Fei’s fiery temper, if he found out they had botched the job, they wouldn’t have an easy time when they got back.
"Eh? So eager?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.
"Heh." The group of Guan Martial Arts Hall disciples laughed awkwardly.
"We can’t just say that you’ve scared us into hiding, can we? Besides, the sooner we leave this place, the sooner we can flee!"
They had collectively decided on this point while feigning interest in the looted items just moments ago.
"Since you’re all in such a hurry, let’s start with you," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Lord, does that mean if we roll over from here you will truly let us live?"
"What do you think?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a playful tone.
"This lowly one believes in the Lord!" After speaking, the disciple from the Guan Martial Arts Hall promptly stripped off his clothes.
Wearing only his underwear, he lay on the ground, casting a fearful glance at the glass shards ahead.
He gritted his teeth fiercely and shouted out loud as he quickly rolled forward.
The brief three-meter path of glass was like a chasm from Hell, the glass shards piercing into his flesh as bright red blood gushed out.
Seconds later, the disciple from the Guan Martial Arts Hall, covered in wounds, staggered to his feet.
"Lord, this lowly one has not failed in his duty and has successfully reclaimed his life! Please grant this lowly one a path to survival," he said, kneeling on the ground.
"Next," Zhang Xiaohao commanded.
"This disciple thanks the Lord for sparing his life!" The disciple joyfully took the golden sore medicine that his junior brother handed him and applied it to his wounds.
Another disciple from the Guan Martial Arts Hall stepped forward, respectfully bowed to Zhang Xiaohao, then took off his clothes and lay down silently on the ground, mimicking his senior brother’s actions. He roared angrily and clenched his teeth as he fiercely rolled forward.
Three minutes swiftly passed.
Apart from a few fellows whose Dantian had been destroyed, all the remaining disciples from the Guan Martial Arts Hall managed to roll over the glass shards.
"Lord, can we leave now?" the disciple who had spoken earlier asked.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
"The lowly ones thank the Lord for sparing their lives!"
After saying this, the group of disciples from the Guan Martial Arts Hall turned to board their vehicle and leave.
"Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao suddenly spoke.
"Lord, are you going back on your word?"
"In my dictionary, there’s no such thing as going back on one’s word!" Zhang Xiaohao declared.
"Then, Lord, what is it?"
"You smashed my gate and destroyed my home’s windows. You should leave something behind!" Zhang Xiaohao stated.
Picking up an iron rod from the ground, he walked outside with a cold laugh.
The disciples from the Guan Martial Arts Hall quickly made way, watching Zhang Xiaohao with puzzlement.
Stopping in front of a Mercedes-Benz, Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
With full strength, he swung the iron rod, violently smashing it down.
Like the roar of thunder, the front of the car, including the engine, was smashed into a heap of scrap metal by Zhang Xiaohao.
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From the car’s front to the rear, from the rear to the second Mercedes-Benz, and from the second to the third.
In less than a minute,
three Mercedes-Benzes, each worth millions, were turned into piles of twisted metal and rubber.
Even the four tires were smashed to pieces.