Chapter Thirty-Six: Indulgence

Lu Hao stared coldly at him as he was grabbed by the collar once again, saying, “Sun Wenguo, I advise you to let go of me right now…”

“I’m not hitting you now, only for the sake of my ex-girlfriend, Xu Juan, to preserve her last bit of dignity. I don’t want things to get ugly between the three of us.”

“Don’t mistake my gentlemanly conduct for indulgence.”

“Otherwise, you will surely regret it.”

Sun Wenguo seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke in the world. His eyes locked onto Lu Hao. “Hahaha. What can you do to me, huh? You’re just an unemployed drifter. You haven’t even paid back the four hundred thousand you owe the Zhou family! If you’re willing to tear down your house and sell the land to me, I might give you a bit of a discount—add ten thousand, make it thirty thousand for your homestead.”

“And tell that good-for-nothing, dying father of yours not to be so stubborn next time he’s negotiating business, or I’ll really break his legs.”

At those words, Lu Hao could no longer contain his fury.

“Fine, Sun Wenguo, you asked for this.”

Sun Wenguo’s expression turned fierce; he knew he couldn’t let Lu Hao leave and spread word of what happened today. He had to beat him until he didn’t dare speak.

“So your leg’s nearly healed, huh? Your temper’s back, too? Break his leg!”

At Sun Wenguo’s command, the two thugs beside him, wielding wooden clubs, swung at Lu Hao’s head.

“Bang! Ah!”

A dull thud echoed, accompanied by a man’s cry of pain.

But it was Sun Wenguo who screamed.

One of his own thugs had struck him on the head with the club. The blow left Sun Wenguo gasping in agony.

It turned out that as the thug swung, Lu Hao ducked, and the club landed squarely on Sun Wenguo’s forehead.

“What are you doing!” Sun Wenguo yelled, a swelling already visible on his head. He glared at the thug. “Damn it, can’t you hit anyone properly? After all I’ve fed and looked after you!”

“Keep going! Beat him until he doesn’t dare utter a word!”

Clutching his head, Sun Wenguo retreated, preparing to let his thugs deal with Lu Hao.

But unexpectedly, in the next second, both thugs cried out in pain.

Sun Wenguo looked up to find the two men frozen in place, unable to move.

“What are you doing!” Sun Wenguo’s face changed. He had no idea what was happening to his men.

In fact, Lu Hao had used silver needles to strike their numbing points, rendering them immobile.

Lu Hao took a club from one of the thugs and looked at them. “For forcing the innocent and aiding the wicked, today you’ll taste the bitter fruit!”

“Bang, bang, bang!” Lu Hao struck each of them three times on the head, making six blows in total.

“Ah! Ah!” Their cries rang out as blood and swelling appeared on their heads.

Sun Wenguo, shocked, covered his mouth. “What did you do to them?”

“Why can’t they move?” Sun Wenguo suddenly panicked.

He thought of a dreadful possibility. Once, one of his men, Erhu, had been dealt with by Lu Hao—left vomiting and with diarrhea for three days, miserable. The public toilets in Peach Blossom Village and the patch of yellow earth behind the mountain had all been marked by Erhu’s stench.

“What kind of witchcraft do you practice?” Sun Wenguo was now utterly terrified and tried to flee.

But Lu Hao stepped forward and kicked him to the ground.

“Trying to run now? Too late!” Lu Hao roared, grabbing him up.

“Smack!”

“This slap is for Xu Juan! For a man who betrays loyalty and righteousness!”

“Smack!”

“This slap is for myself—for you, the scoundrel who stole love and did every evil!”

“Smack!”

“This slap is for Sister Ziting! For you, the dog who breaks morals and abuses women!”

With three heavy slaps, Sun Wenguo’s face was swollen on both sides, and his mind was muddled.

“Lu Hao! You dare hit me! You’re finished! I’ll kill you!” Sun Wenguo’s rage was ignited by the blows.

But alas, all his debauchery in clubs and KTVs, with countless women, had left him physically weak. He was no match for Lu Hao, who possessed the Azure Dragon legacy.

Lu Hao dispatched him with barely any effort, forcing Sun Wenguo to kneel, his mind foggy.

Still, Sun Wenguo hadn’t abandoned his arrogance. He glared at Lu Hao and shouted, “You… if you’ve got the guts, finish me today!”

“Otherwise, when I get back, I’ll kill you!”

Lu Hao sneered. “Sun Wenguo, I didn’t expect you to have a backbone. That, at least, earns you a bit of respect.”

Then, Lu Hao plunged the silver needles into Sun Wenguo’s arms.

In moments, Sun Wenguo’s hands turned red and swollen, stiff and numb. He couldn’t control them at all.

“What… what did you do to me?” Sun Wenguo panicked, unable to feel his hands, as if they’d sunk into an icy sea.

“Ah!” Right then, Lu Hao kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

“Get out! Never come back, or I’ll beat you every time I see you!” Lu Hao growled.

To deal with villains like Sun Wenguo, only greater ruthlessness could subdue them.

“Lu Hao, just wait—I’ll have your life one day!” Sun Wenguo shot Lu Hao a venomous glance before fleeing in disgrace.

Lu Hao quickly turned to look at Sister Ziting behind him.

“Sister Ziting, I’ve chased Sun Wenguo off—are you alright?”

To his surprise, Ziting’s face flushed. She pressed her legs tightly together, looking at Lu Hao with embarrassment and discomfort that outsiders could hardly understand.

“I’m… I’m fine. They didn’t succeed. Thank goodness you came in time…” Ziting said earnestly as she regarded Lu Hao.

“But…” Her cheeks reddened further, and she accidentally let out a strange sound.

Lu Hao, seeing her snow-white shoulders and slender, shapely legs, was stunned for a moment.