The Mightiest Little Peasant

ster Chang Qing went and kicked Hu Dahai in the face.

“Ow!”

The fat man covered his face and squealed like a pig sent to the slaughter.

“Serves you right for being arrogant! Serves you right for beating me up! I’ll beat you to death today!” Taoist Master Chang Qing did not show any mercy.

The fat man wailed pitifully as Taoist Master Chang Qing sought his revenge.
His voice shook the heavens and the earth.

His face was swollen from the punches.
His stomach was kicked countless times.
He was even kicked between his legs.

The Taoist Master stopped after about five minutes and sighed in satisfaction.

“Phew! That felt good!”

The fat man was curled up on the floor, wailing softly.
He was almost in tears.

Earlier, he thought that he was in paradise, but he soon found himself in hell.

‘It’s all because of that filthy kid!

‘If not for that filthy kid, I wouldn’t have to suffer like this!’

He gritted his teeth, and resentment brimmed in his eyes.
Grudges old and new gushed forth at that instant.
The fires of anger burned in his chest.

“Just you wait, you filthy kid, I’ll kill you!” He roared with a contorted face.

Tang Hao sat on the office table and rolled his eyes at Hu Dahai.
“You think you can do that?” He said nonchalantly.

The condescending tone of voice made Hu Dahai even angrier than ever.

“If you have the balls, let me make a phone call now.
I’ll get someone over to kill you! You don’t know what kind of big trouble you’ve gotten yourself in.
Hahaha! You’re dead meat!” Hu Dahai laughed maniacally.

“What are you laughing about?” Taoist Master Chang Qing kicked him.

“Make your phone call.
I’ll wait here!” Tang Hao pointed at the landline phone next to him.

“You’ll wait alright!” The fat man got on his feet, grabbed the receiver, and dialed a number.

The call was soon answered.

“Hey! Brother Cong? Someone’s here looking for trouble.
He wants to wreck my blood bank.
Come here quick… there’s two of them.
They’re old enemies.”

After ending the call, Hu Dahai laughed brazenly again.
“You’re dead now, Tang kid!”

“Is that so?” Tang Hao said coldly and slapped him again.

Hu Dahai spun around like a top and fell on the floor.

He had learned his lesson.
He curled up at a corner and did not make a sound.
His beady eyes glared at the two people.

A little more than ten minutes later, footsteps were heard from outside the office.
The door opened and a figure in a black suit and shades walked in.

Hu Dahai reacted as though he had just seen a long-lost relative.
He stood up, ran toward that person, and fell at his feet.

He hugged the person’s leg and started wailing.
“You’ll have to avenge me, Brother Cong! The kid and that filthy old man beat me up.
You have to kill them both!”

The man in the black suit furrowed his brows disdainfully.

He was not very fond of the fat man.
The only reason why he selected Hu Dahai for his dirty deed was that the fat man had a thick skin.

He was not quite happy about being ordered around.

As much as he did not like Hu Dahai, the fat man was nonetheless his minion, and he had to protect his minions.

He lifted his head and looked in front of him.

When he saw clearly who the kid was, he froze as though he had turned into stone.
A shiver coursed down his spine as he turned around and prepared to run away.

Right at that moment, an old man in his fifties or sixties closed the door.
The old man looked at him with a sinister gleam in his eye and flourished several jade talismans.

‘I’m finished!’

He trembled, and his face turned ashen.