"Yeah! What a coincidence!" Zhang Xiaohao said with relish.
"Big brother, I was wrong, really wrong! I’m leaving right now!" Zhou Jianfei said in panic.
"Oh? Not going to bother me anymore?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Ah! Big brother, you’ve misunderstood me, I wasn’t here to trouble you," Zhou Jianfei hurriedly explained.
"Then, were you here to help me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
Facing Zhang Xiaohao’s cold, knife-like gaze.
Zhou Jianfei really wanted to say no, but he didn’t dare to say it, even if he had the guts.
"Yes, big brother!" Zhou Jianfei said humiliated.
"Are they all your men?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Mhm." Zhou Jianfei nodded heavily.
"Good! Since you want to help me, I’ll give you a chance to show what you can do," Zhang Xiaohao said, his lips curling up.
Pointing to the stuff inside the kitchen.
Zhang Xiaohao said, "Within one minute, I want this place turned into a wasteland!"
"Ah! Big brother, what are you saying?" Zhou Jianfei exclaimed.
Zhang Xiaohao didn’t make a sound but lightly patted his shoulder.
"Now, you have fifty-eight seconds!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Big, big brother, one minute isn’t enough!" Zhou Jianfei stammered.
"Now you have fifty seconds!" Zhang Xiaohao continued calmly.
"Shit! Brothers, grab some tools! Smash it to death!" Zhou Jianfei roared with bloodshot eyes.
Picking up a fire hydrant from the ground, he took the lead and charged.
The fire hydrant in his hand was thrown down, brutally smashing the fridge and shattering it.
Then, arms swinging, he went on a wild smashing spree.
All the plates, bowls, and other utensils were smashed to smithereens.
"Shit! What are you dumbasses standing there for? Didn’t you see I’ve already started? Smash it! If these aren’t all smashed to pieces within thirty seconds, I’ll flay you alive!" Zhou Jianfei barked coldly.
"Yes, Young Master Zhou!"
A group of underlings quickly responded.
They picked up items and rushed forward.
Anything visible was smashed violently, regardless of what it was.
The spacious kitchen seemed huge, but to Zhou Jianfei and his crew, it was as if it was made of paper.
It took less than thirty seconds to reduce it to ruins.
The floor was littered with broken dishes and mutilated vegetables.
"Big brother, are you satisfied now?" Zhou Jianfei said, seeking approval.
"Not bad! That’s more like it," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
"Big brother, can we leave now?" Zhou Jianfei asked.
"We’re not done here yet, what’s the rush?" Zhang Xiaohao said suggestively.
"Ah! Big brother, the kitchen is already wrecked! There’s nothing left to smash!" Zhou Jianfei complained with a bitter face.
"Are you a pig? If the kitchen is trashed, can’t you go outside and smash things?" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Ah! Big brother, more smashing?" Zhou Jianfei said in fear.
"What do you think?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold laugh.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s barely concealed anger, Zhou Jianfei immediately panicked.
"Isn’t it just smashing things? Big brother, you can count on us; we’re the best at this!" Zhou Jianfei declared recklessly.
"Go on then! By the time I leave, I don’t want to see a single intact item," Zhang Xiaohao said. Check latest chapters at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Big brother, rest assured, if you see anything intact when you come out, I’ll mangle my own hands!" Zhou Jianfei promised, thumping his chest.
"What the fuck are you still standing there for? Smash it! Smash hard! Smash to death! Anything that’s a thing, whether it’s lying down or standing up, smash it all!" Zhou Jianfei said viciously.
"It’s Young Master Zhou!" a group of followers excitedly responded.
"Let’s go!" Zhou Jianfei waved his hand dominantly and commanded.
Leading a group of followers, they swiftly smashed their way out.
"Who’s the head chef? Roll out here now!" Zhang Xiaohao demanded.
All the chefs on the ground, facing Zhang Xiaohao’s cold, icy stare, shrank back, each one bowed their heads, keeping silent.
"Won’t talk, huh? Playing deaf and mute, is that it?" Zhang Xiaohao let out a cold laugh.
He picked up a stool and walked coldly toward one of the chefs.
In his horrified gaze, Zhang Xiaohao swung the stool, brutally smashing it down.
"Ahh!" A pig-like scream immediately burst from the chef’s mouth.
Swinging the stool, he struck the chef’s other leg.
Directly crippling his two legs.
He moved to the next chef; without a word, he just did it!
The stool whipped up two massive gusts of wind as it cracked, smashing onto the chef’s two legs.
Then he walked toward the third chef.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao approach, this guy immediately pissed himself out of fear.
He scrambled up from the ground, kneeled in front of Zhang Xiaohao, and pointed at the pole that was causing trouble before.
"It’s him! It’s him! He’s our head chef! Big brother, you have specific grievances and debts, if you seek revenge, just look for him, please don’t take it out on us!" the guy said in terror.
"Not bad! At least you have some sense," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
He walked over to that pole.
Looking down at him from above.
"I’m going to ask you one thing. Answer me truthfully, and I can make it quick for you," Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
"Big, big brother, what do you want to ask?" the pole said in a panicked voice.
He already hated the bastard who betrayed him to death, wishing he could strangle him alive.
"Did you just take someone’s 200,000 and put drugs in the dish for Room 302?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Ah! Big, big brother, I didn’t!" the pole exclaimed in fear.
Beads of sweat the size of beans were scared out, and his body trembled violently.
"Ahh!" Zhang Xiaohao simply and violently smashed the stool onto his knee.
In excruciating pain, the pole screamed shrilly, his bowels and bladder losing control at once, and in an instant, the stench of feces filled the entire kitchen.
Zhang Xiaohao’s eyebrows slightly knitted, his palm waved, fanning away the stench.
"Remember now?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
"Big, big brother, I really didn’t!" the pole denied again.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
Picking up the stool, he once again smashed it down brutally.
"Ahh!" A pig-like scream once again came out from the pole’s mouth.
"Now, do you remember?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a cold laugh.
Facing Zhang Xiaohao’s cold, blade-like gaze, the pole was truly frightened this time.
Now that both of his legs and his balls were crippled.
If he kept denying it, maybe this demon in front of him would play him to death!
The pole, with a mix of snot and tears, said, "Big brother, I was really forced! A young man dragged me into the bathroom earlier, held a knife to my neck, and made me put drugs in your dish! If I dared refuse, they would have killed me."
"Finished?" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
"Ah! Big brother, I’ve already told you everything I know! Please, for the sake of your magnanimity, let me go like a fart! I swear, I’ll never dare again!" the pole begged for mercy.