Chapter 87 — You Haven't Paid Yet, Please Vote
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Although Wei Zhao had never known who his own mother was since he was little, when this man talked about screwing his mother, Wei Zhao naturally would not let him off easily. He already brooded over being an orphan, and now this scum had dragged his mother into it.
"Smack!"
Wei Zhao slapped the broad-faced fatty hard across the face and sent him flying on the spot. With Wei Zhao's strength, huge as the fatty was, he spun across the ground like a top for several turns before crashing headfirst into the dirt, a clear row of five finger marks rising on his left cheek, which had already been full of bulging flesh and now looked even more brutish.
"Whose mother are you going to fuck?" Wei Zhao stared coldly at the broad-faced fatty wailing on the ground.
"Who the hell are you? How dare you hit my man?" Zou Ruoming had not seen Wei Zhao clearly, for Wei Zhao had his back to him at that moment. Though it was terrifying how Wei Zhao had knocked the broad-faced fatty head over heels with one slap, he did not think much of it, assuming it had only worked because the fatty was caught off guard. Instinctively taking the newcomer for one of Zhong Yongliang's men, he reached out to shove Wei Zhao.
"Has your face healed?" Wei Zhao turned to look at Zou Ruoming.
"Lin... Wei Zhao?" Zou Ruoming finally recognized who this formidable figure before him was, and finally understood why he could send the broad-faced fatty flying with a single slap.
"I asked you a question. Has your face healed?" Wei Zhao looked at Zou Ruoming.
"Hea... healed..." Zou Ruoming suddenly felt timid. This Wei Zhao was fucking insane, a madman who had even beaten Brother Black Panther until he cried for his father and mother. How could he afford to provoke him? And what Wei Zhao was asking about was obviously whether the injury from that basketball smashing into his face that day had healed.
"Oh," Wei Zhao nodded, then suddenly reached out and slapped Zou Ruoming across the face. Blood spurted from his nose at once and half his face swelled up, though this time Wei Zhao did not send him flying as he had before. "Now it is broken again. Get lost."
Zou Ruoming clutched his face, burning with humiliation. What kind of rotten luck was this? He had just been hitting on a girl and ran into this evil star. And he had not even provoked him, had he? It was only that the broad-faced fatty had said "fuck your mother," and that had not even been aimed at Wei Zhao. Were there really people these days who went out of their way to pick up an insult?
But the situation forced his hand, and Zou Ruoming had no choice but to back down. He had no courage to fight Wei Zhao. Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running was the best. Turning around, he glared hatefully at Kang Xiaobo, thinking that this kid had caused all the trouble.
However, when Zou Ruoming saw the smug smile on Kang Xiaobo's face, he froze, and recalling what Kang Xiaobo had said earlier... his heart skipped a beat. Could the third of the Four Young Devils that Kang Xiaobo had mentioned be Wei Zhao? Of course. People at school had already been saying that Wei Zhao had replaced Zhong Yongliang and become the new third of the Four Young Devils on campus.
Shit, Zou Ruoming fumed in frustration. Damn it, why didn't you make yourself clear? If you had said you were one of Wei Zhao's men, why would I have argued with you at all? I would have turned around and left right away. Still, Zou Ruoming thought to himself now, even if Kang Xiaobo had suddenly claimed to be Wei Zhao's man just then, he might not have believed him anyway.
"Let's go!" Zou Ruoming told his men to haul the fatty up off the ground and slunk away from Mother Tang's barbecue stall.