He ignored Wang Chengxiang and Zhang Zhihe's advice, and simply strode slowly towards Wang Chengxiang, who was lying limp on the ground.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Every step felt like stepping on Wang Chengxiang's heart!
The cold and powerful aura emanating from Xu Kuo immediately pressed down!
"You...you don't come any closer!" Wang Chengxiang looked at Xu Kuo getting closer and closer, his fear almost overflowing. He could no longer hold on, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a "thud," scooting backward on his hands and feet, his voice trembling with sobs.
"I...I've already agreed to compensation! My dad's coming soon! What...what more do you want?!"
"Compensation?" Xu Kuo stopped and looked down at him, a detached emotion flickering in his eyes. "That's a matter for later."
He pointed to Zhang Zhihe, who was being supported by his wife and whose mouth still had blood on it.
"You just hit my brother Zhang, so you should at least collect some interest on this debt, right?"
After a pause, Xu Kuo's gaze fell on Wang Chengxiang's face, which was filled with fear. A slight smile appeared on his lips: "And, I remember... someone just said that we should kneel down and call me grandpa?"
Wang Chengxiang's face turned deathly pale instantly!
Hearing Xu Kuo's words and seeing Xu Kuo standing up for him, Zhang Zhihe felt an indescribable warmth instantly flow through his body!
Even though he was a grown man, his eyes were a little moist at that moment.
Zhang Zhihe stared intently at Xu Kuo's retreating figure, as if trying to imprint Xu Kuo's image into his mind, perhaps knowing he could never repay Xu Kuo's kindness in this lifetime.
...
Meanwhile, in the town committee compound, in the secretary's office.
Wang Ming was holding an enamel mug, blowing on it to warm it, and frowning as he looked at a document.
"Bang!"
The office door was suddenly kicked open!
A security guard in plainclothes, his face covered in panic and dust, stumbled in, panting heavily!
Wang Ming frowned sharply, slamming the enamel mug he was holding onto the table with a thud.
He glared at the subordinate who had barged in, his expression clearly showing displeasure and anger: "What a hassle! What kind of behavior is this!"
He glanced at his men's disheveled appearance, his heart skipped a beat, and he demanded in a deep voice, "Speak! Did that bastard Wang Chengxiang cause trouble for me again?!"
The security guard who brought the news stumbled and crawled into the office, completely out of breath, his face bruised and bloody, looking utterly disheveled.
"Secretary Wang... Secretary Wang! Something terrible has happened!" His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs. "Quick... quick, save the young master! The young master... he's being beaten to death!"
Wang Ming jumped up, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.
His gaze swept across his subordinate's face, his voice icy cold: "What happened?! Didn't Chengxiang bring more than a dozen men to cause trouble for Zhang Zhihe? More than a dozen men! And they got beaten up? Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"
Although Chengxiang is a scoundrel, his men are all the best fighters in town, and they're also smart. How could he possibly get into trouble and be beaten almost to death?
Wang Ming was filled with doubts, but even more so with a surge of violent energy that rushed to his head.
"No, Secretary!" the team member explained incoherently, his voice trembling with tears.
"It's...it's a young man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere! I don't know where he came from! He's really weird! His kung fu is fucking amazing! There are more than a dozen of us, and he took down a large number of us in just a few moves! All the brothers are...all lying on the ground unable to get up! Only I ran fast! You'd better go and see! If it's any later...if it's any later, the young master might...be dead!"
A young man? He knocked down more than a dozen security guards?
Wang Ming's pupils suddenly contracted, and he realized that the seriousness of the matter was far beyond his imagination!
"Hei Zi!" Wang Ming suddenly turned his head and growled at a silent figure lurking in the shadows of the office corner, "Come with me!"
The man known as "Blackie" responded to the call and moved. He was about thirty years old, burly, with dark skin, a hideous scar on his face, and a sinister gaze. He exuded a fierce and menacing aura that kept strangers at bay.
Wang Ming grabbed a hat from the table and put it on his head. His face was so gloomy it could drip water. He led Hei Zi and several trusted confidants who rushed over after hearing the commotion outside the office, and hurriedly left the town committee compound.
Whoever dares to touch Wang Ming's son, I will tear them to pieces!
...
Meanwhile, in Zhang Zhihe's courtyard.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The crisp, loud slap was particularly jarring in the quiet morning.
Wang Chengxiang's once handsome face was now so swollen that it was unbearable to look at, with bruises and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, making him look both miserable and comical.
He knelt upright on the cold ground, tears streaming down his face, facing Xu Kuo in front of him, wailing one cry after another in a near-collapsed sob.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please forgive me! I'm just a fart! A bastard! Please, have mercy and let me go! Waaah... Grandpa! Stop hitting me! If you keep hitting me, I'll really die! Grandpa..."
Those heart-wrenching cries of "Grandpa" were filled with genuine emotion, brimming with fear of death and the instinct for survival.
Xu Kuo stopped, shook his slightly numb wrist, and looked at the arrogant and domineering son of the town party secretary who was now kneeling in fear before him, his face covered in snot and tears, and calling out "Grandpa" repeatedly.
Xu Kuo revealed a playful smile, pondering how to continue punishing this beast.
Just then, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the direction of the door.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people rushing over aggressively.
Leading the group was Wang Ming, whose face was ashen. He was followed closely by the menacing, burly man in black—Hei Zi—and several plainclothes officers who were clearly not good people.
Wang Ming immediately saw the scene in the room—especially his good-for-nothing son, who was kneeling in front of a young man in an extremely humiliating manner, calling him "Grandpa, Grandpa" repeatedly!
boom!
An uncontrollable rage instantly overwhelmed Wang Ming's reason!
His face instantly turned a deep liver color, veins bulged on his forehead, and anger filled his heart.
"evil creature--!!!"
Wang Ming roared, his voice ringing out so loudly that everyone around him had a buzzing in their ears!
He rushed forward, pointing at Wang Chengxiang's nose, trembling with rage: "You! Who are you kneeling to?! You've completely disgraced me! Get up right now!!"
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