"What fate we have, to meet again, Director Zhou," said Zhang Xiaohao.
"Misunderstanding, Chief! We received reports from the public that some criminals were spotted here, so I rushed over with my team," Zhou Dahai quickly explained.
"Is that so?" Zhang Xiaohao said, touching his nose.
"Yes, Chief! But we didn’t know you were here. Now that we see you are, we’ll head back first. There are other cases waiting for us at the station!" Zhou Dahai said.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
Zhou Dahai respectfully saluted and led his group away.
As they were leaving, he gave Zhou Jianfei a look, signaling him to do a good job for the Chief.
"Ah! Bastards! Who told you to leave? Get back here!" Seeing Zhou Dahai and the others leave, Brother Niu roared in anger.
The torment of watching saviors arrive and then depart can only be imagined.
Zhou Jianfei moved forward aggressively, his hand lashing out harshly.
Striking Brother Niu’s despicable face. The source of this content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
While slapping, he cursed, "Goddamnit! You dare insult my dad, I’ll kill you!"
"Stop!" At that moment, an angry growl came from outside the door.
Zhou Jianfei instinctively stopped his movement and looked back.
A pot-bellied middle-aged man, bald, and surrounded by a group of menacing men, charged in.
"Go to hell! You think you’re worthy of telling me to stop? I won’t stop, I’m gonna beat the shit out of this bastard!" Zhou Jianfei shouted furiously.
With that, he took off his shoe.
He fiercely slapped it against Brother Niu’s despicable face.
"Ah..." A series of miserable screams continuously erupted from Brother Niu.
"You little beast, you’re asking for death!" Zhu Tianming bellowed.
With a dominant sweep of his hand, four black-clad bodyguards quickly rushed forward.
Leaping into the air, his right leg shot out, bringing a powerful gust of wind, aiming at both Zhang Xiaohao and Zhou Jianfei.
Since they both stood in front, it was clear they were "big brother" level figures.
"You keep slapping! I’ll take care of these four dogs," Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
"Yes, Big Brother!" Zhou Jianfei said excitedly.
He then turned around, placing his back towards Zhang Xiaohao.
Clutching the shoe sole, he continued to furiously slap it across Brother Niu’s despicable face.
"Get lost!" Zhang Xiaohao commanded coldly.
With a casual sweep of his right leg, he circled the four, and a sweeping kick hit their faces, sending the four bodyguards with special forces background flying.
"Old beast, you dare to be arrogant now! My big brother can take you down in seconds!" Zhou Jianfei laughed triumphantly.
His hand slapped even more vigorously, mercilessly hitting Brother Niu’s face.
"Ah! Uncle, save me!" Brother Niu screamed.
"You beasts deserve to die! Everyone, attack! Take them down!" Zhu Tianming shouted murderously.
With his command, more than a dozen special forces bodyguards sneered and advanced towards Zhang Xiaohao from all directions.
"A bunch of stinking dogs, daring to show off in front of me!" Zhang Xiaohao scoffed.
He stepped forward and with a Tornado Kick sent all the black-clad bodyguards charging at him flying.
"Old coot, it’s your turn now," Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold face.
He strode towards Zhu Tianming.
An elder with a pockmarked face who had been by Zhu Tianming’s side casually shifted his body, blocking in front of Zhu Tianming.
He raised a pair of cold, bloodthirsty eyes, staring at Zhang Xiaohao like he was staring at a dead man.
"Kneel before me!" he said, as a powerful aura rolled towards Zhang Xiaohao, trying to crush him.
Zhang Xiaohao didn’t give a damn about him; equipped with several divine skills, he certainly didn’t fear any show of force. It was simply ridiculous.
It didn’t matter whether he was just a Xuan Master at the Hundred Veins Realm; even if it were a super senior monster from the Void Transformation Realm, or even the Cycle Palace Realm, Zhang Xiaohao would still pay him no heed!
He tossed a heavy slap that landed squarely on his aged face.
It sent him flying, teeth and blood spraying out together.
"How is this possible? You’re just a mere mortal, how could you possibly be unafraid of my aura?" the pockmarked old man exclaimed in disbelief.
He propped himself up with one hand, nimbly getting back to his feet.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stared at Zhang Xiaohao like a venomous snake.
"It turns out I was mistaken, I didn’t expect you, kid, to be a cultivator! Heh heh, a young talent like you, if left alive, is bound to achieve great things in the future, too bad you’ve offended me!" Pockmarked Face sneered coldly.
He reached into his chest and pulled out three cloth dolls.
Spitting out three arrows of blood, he sprayed them onto the faces of the cloth dolls.
His hand signs changed, as he rapidly cast spells from his feet. Right after, he threw the three cloth dolls onto the ground.
He shouted coldly, "Kill!"
As his words fell, the three cloth dolls actually opened their blood-red eyes simultaneously.
Moving agilely towards Zhang Xiaohao, their porcelain-like fists thundered down at him.
"A Southern Ocean Curse Master? It’s been a long time since I’ve slain one," Zhang Xiaohao said with a grin.
Calmly, he walked toward Pockmarked Face.
"Die, you little bastard!" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s actions, Pockmarked Face laughed triumphantly.
With a flick of his finger, six porcelain-like fists pounded on Zhang Xiaohao’s body.
Sparks flew off as if they were ignited.
Looking back at the three cloth dolls, they were directly shattered by the immense force.
"What? That’s impossible! Could it be that you are a lay disciple of the Great Brightness Temple?" Pockmarked Face cried out incredulously.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao approaching, he stepped back, trying to dodge away.
"Thinking of running now? Don’t you think it’s too late?" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
He flicked his right hand, gripping Pockmarked Face’s neck tightly.
"The Great Brightness Temple? They’re nothing!" Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.
After speaking, his hand squeezed hard, snapping the man’s neck and tossing the body aside carelessly.
Poor Southern Ocean Curse Master!
His most proud Curse Technique hadn’t even been deployed before he was butchered by Zhang Xiaohao.
"W-what do you want?" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao coming over, Zhu Tianming stepped back and asked.
"Old fart, what do you think I want to do?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, playing coy.
"I—I warn you, don’t mess around! If you dare, I—I will call the police!" Zhu Tianming said incoherently.
Zhang Xiaohao landed two heavy slaps on his face.
His right palm pressed down on his head, brutally forcing him to kneel on the ground.
"Old fart, are you bloody brain-damaged? Didn’t Director Zhou just leave?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Ah! I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please, just let me go!" Zhu Tianming pleaded.
While begging for mercy, he violently slapped his own face.
In just a short while, his chubby face had turned into a pig’s head.
"Old fart, have you ever heard this saying?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.
"What saying?" Zhu Tianming asked in terror, sensing that something bad was about to happen.
"When you don’t remove the roots, the spring breeze will bring them back to life!" Zhang Xiaohao said, bristling with killing intent.