Chapter 202: What Exactly Happened? (2/2)
But, the instant the answer spilled out from their lips, Huang Xiaolong raised his right hand and sent another slap over. Another red five-finger handprint marked Guo Zhi and Gui Fei’s faces.
“We’re one family?” Huang Xiaolong coldly asked again.
After being slapped twice by Huang Xiaolong, the left and right side of the brothers faces became so swollen that their heads grew to a size similar to that of a mythical beast’s!
“N- no, we’re not family!” The pronunciation that jumped out of their mouths was lacking accuracy.
As soon as they finished saying that, Huang Xiaolong’s palms turned, hitting the two squarely in the chest and sending them flying.
A dark black palm print emerged on Guo Zhi and Guo Fei’s chests. Shrill shrieks of wraiths could be heard coming from the palm print itself.
“Scram!” Huang Xiaolong spat.
Hearing Huang Xiaolong say the word ‘scram’ was like Guo Zhi and Guo Fei’s ears had heard a melody playing from heaven itself. After scrambling and clawing their way on all fours to get up from the ground, they ran for their lives. Neither of them had time to think of Chen Qingfeng, Lu Yifan, or the strange black palm print on their chests.
The crowd’s jaws dropped as they watched the gaffe ways the brothers got up and ran.
Not until the two fleeing silhouettes disappeared did the crowd shift their focus. Reverence filled their eyes as they looked at Huang Xiaolong, Zhao Shu, and Fei Hou.
Huang Xiaolong looked at the people in the crowd, and his gaze made those from the noble and big families younger generation that were gloating earlier step back unconsciously in fear. In the next second, all of them ran away on their own accord.
“Young Lord, do you…?” Zhao Shu came over and inquired.
“No need.” Huang Xiaolong shook his head. He understood what Zhao Shu meant, but people who gloated at others’ misfortune were never short in supply. Huang Xiaolong couldn’t possibly punish every single one of them.
“Let’s leave.” Huang Xiaolong said as he took a last look at Chen Qingfeng and Lu Yifan lying on the street.
“Yes, Young Lord!”
Huang Xiaolong’s group of three left the scene, sent off by the fear in the crowd’s eyes.
When Huang Xiaolong’s group disappeared from view, only then did the street break out in a commotion.
After that, Huang Xiaolong no longer had the mood to walk around, thus they went back to Southern Hill Estate.
Shortly after Huang Xiaolong returned to Southern Hill Estate, the Guo Zhi and Guo Fei brothers who ran back the entire way in a panic had also reached the Guo Mansion. The moment their feet crossed over the doorway, cries of ‘Dad, save us!’ reverberated in the mansion grounds.
“Dad, save us!”
Their deafening cries alerted the mansion’s experts.
At this time, Guo Shiwen was discussing with the Guo Family’s Chief Steward, Zhang Yue, about Imperial City’s Million Treasures Auction slated to take place in the upcoming month. When he heard his sons, Guo Zhi and Guo Fei’s voices, his concentration was broken. Jumping to his feet from his chair, he headed straight to the manor’s main entrance.
Chief Steward Zhang Yue quickly stood up as well and followed behind Guo Shiwen.
When Guo Shiwen reached the main hall’s door, he saw that their faces were swollen to the size of a pig’s head and the dark black palm prints on their chests.
Seeing their miserable state, Guo Shiwen rushed out and snapped angrily: “What exactly happened?!”
This was the first time someone dared to hit his, Guo Shiwen’s, sons. And on top of that, with such grave injuries!
“Dad, Dad!” Seeing their Dad, Guo Zhi and Guo Fei cried out even more miserably, dashing over to their father.
“Speak, what happened?!” Guo Shiwen snapped.
“It’s Huang Xiaolong, it was Huang Xiaolong! That mongrel bastard hit us!” Guo Zhi said, “Dad, you cannot let that mongrel bastard Huang Xiaolong get away with this!”
“Huang Xiaolong?” Guo Shiwen was taken aback.