After hearing Hu Dalu's words, even if Li Mao was a bit stupid, he would know that Hu Dalu was using him and then discarding him, and was politely refusing him.

It's because he despises himself... Zhao Youliang isn't capable enough to help them.

He sneered and pulled Zhao Youliang away, saying, "If this place won't keep me, there are plenty of other places that will!"

"You, surnamed Hu, remember this: don't wait until the time comes to beg us!"

"At that point, haha, we'll have to pay more! Double the amount!"

After Zhao Youliang and his group left, Hu Xiaochuan complained to Hu Dalu.

"Dad, we haven't even resolved the strange things that happened to us yet, how did you manage to offend that kid?!"

"This is terrible, where are we going to find someone to settle this all at once...?"

Looking at his good-for-nothing son, and thinking that this guy was destined not to give him a grandson, Hu Dalu was even more furious.

"I'm not afraid, so what are you, a piece of trash, afraid of?!"

"What difference does it make whether you're dead or alive? You're just wasting food!"

The word "waste" deeply stung Hu Xiaochuan, but he didn't dare to openly contradict Hu Dalu, after all, his luxurious life depended on the other party.

Therefore, he could only lower his head, harboring resentment in his heart, his eyes flashing with fierce light.

Hu Dalu didn't notice his actions, but he regretted calling Hu Xiaochuan a piece of trash... even though he really was.

Regardless of the specific aspect of "ability"...

Feeling apologetic, Hu Dalu explained, "Xiao Chuan, don't worry, Dad knows a master, a real master!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare risk offending that kid."

"But... sigh!"

"But don't worry, even if Dad doesn't save himself, he will definitely save you!"