295 You Asked For It, Xiao Qiudong (2/2)
”Xiao Luo…”
As the crowd looked on, Xiao Luo stepped forward ominously and stood in front of Xiao Qiudong.
Is he about to reveal his fangs?
Ji Siying felt her heart stop for a moment. She could feel the rage emanating from Xiao Luo's body. Even with the heat coming from the flames of incense candles warming the altar area, her body shivered uncontrollably.
”Xiao Qiudong, please give me an explanation,” Xiao Luo said, looking right at Xiao Qiudong.
It was beyond his expectations that Xiao Qiudong would get physical on him. He felt disappointed with himself for not being more alert and taking a hit on the skull, but with his inner power protecting his body, that strike was nothing more than an itch and caused him no pain.
”Explain?”
Xiao Qiudong sneered, his face contorted with a hideous expression. ”I just felt like smacking a superficial piece of garbage like you hanging onto a rich girl for a good life. That's my explanation! Don't like it? F*ckin bite me then!”
He had entirely lost his ability to reason. He felt immensely humiliated, and he blamed it all on Xiao Luo.
”Xiao Qiudong, I think you've gone mad!” Xiao Ping walked over and berated him.
”Even if I've gone mad, you are the ones who have forced me into madness. Xiao Luo is just a useless fart, why are you guys treating him like he's some genius? Being able to lend you 120 thousand dollars just like that, if it isn't that rich girl's money, then whose money can it be? If a damned salaryman can have so much money, I'll chop off my head, and you can all kick it around like a ball!” Xiao Qiudong said.
Old man Xiao Quanren shook his head quietly and sighed. ”A heart of jealously mustn't exist; to exist, a heart of jealously mustn't be!” he said.
”Jealousy? Wise One, I think you're old and confused as well. I, Xiao Qiudong, jealous of Xiao Luo? Pfft, what a joke!” Xiao Qiudong responded, laughing out loud.
Suddenly, Xiao Luo laughed along with him, and it was a terrifying, sneering laugh. Then he grabbed the half-broken wooden club from one of the men holding Xiao Qiudong down.
Xiao Qiudong quivered, and the smile on his face froze abruptly.
The crowd was shocked. ”Is Xiao Luo going to hit him back?”
Xiao Dizhang, as Luo Village's secretary, couldn't just stand aside and watch the fight escalate. He quickly shouted, ”Xiao Luo, get a hold of yourself!”
With Xiao Dizhang backing him up and aware of Xiao Luo's calm temperament, Xiao Qiudong continued goading Xiao Luo. ”Stop your act. You won't dare to hit me, even if you have ten times the courage, you will still…”
His voice suddenly stopped--the wooden club in Xiao Luo's hand smashed right across his skull.
KAPOW!
The half-broken wooden club splintered into pieces and flew in all directions.
Xiao Qiudong felt his head spin, and a stream of warm blood flowed down copiously over his face.
When the men holding him saw him bleeding, they unconsciously let go of him and stepped back. Without their support, Xiao Qiudong dropped to his knees in front of Xiao Luo, his body upright, and his head lolling. He who was already shorter than Xiao Luo and kneeling on the floor now made him seem even more so.
He raised his head with a look of disbelief as he gazed at Xiao Luo in terror. ”You… you…”
”I… I… I what?”
Xiao Luo glared at him, a cynical smile formed as he curled up the corner of his mouth and said, ”Han Shang once asked Shi De: 'Some people in the world slander me, bully me, insult me, laugh at me, belittle me, look me down, hate me and deceive me. What should I do about it?' My answer to him will be 'whack him up'!”
As soon as his ended words, he hurled his foot through the air and kicked Xiao Qiudong right in the face.
The crowd could almost hear the howling wind and feel the billowing force of the kick.
”Arghh!”
The kick sent Xiao Qiudong flying out from the Seekong shrine, shrieking horribly in pain before landing heavily onto the hard ground outside.
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