C102 (1/2)
”Sh * t! You old bastard! How dare you block my way! Pah! Keep slapping me! How dare a lowly commoner block my path! I will be responsible for your death!”
On the most bustling main street of the Drew Empire Capital, a wave of hysterical shouts mixed with the howls of whips could be heard incessantly. In the middle of the streets, there were even intermittent sounds of painful groans!
The two whips rose up and fell in the air, constantly whipping an old man who was about fifty years old. The old man was lying on the ground with his hands on his head, not moving at all, and only the occasional moan of pain and the slight tremble of the old man's body during each lash proved that the old man was still alive.
At this moment, a clear voice came from the entrance of the central street, ”Stop it! Beat the old man up in broad daylight. Do you all still have laws in your eyes?”
Seeing that his shout had no effect, the youth stepped forward and grabbed one of the servants' hands that raised the horsewhip. Then, he kicked the other servant flying away with a fierce kick.
”F * ck!” Seeing that someone had stopped him, the fat noble rolled down from the carriage like a meatball, pointed at the boy's nose and cursed: ”Where did this little bastard come from?” ”How dare you obstruct laozi's way and even beat laozi's men? Men, tie up this arrogant little bastard and send him to the garrison. Tell the garrison commander that I, Special Envoy Dalong, told him to sentence him to death!”
”Were you scolding me just now?” The young man did not care at all that this fat ball, who had an official and a noble's status, was so big that he publicly ordered the head of the garrison to sentence someone to death. Instead, he sneered at the fat ball in front of him, ”What do you think I am? Little bastard? ”
”So what if I'm scolding you?” The fat guy proudly said: ”You look like you are dressed like a noble, maybe you have some prestige in the imperial city, otherwise you would not dare to stop laozi. It's a pity that today you met laozi, you little brat, do you know who laozi is? ”I'm telling you, laozi is …”
”Pah!” A crisp sound interrupted Fatty's words. Fatty had one hand over his face, while his eyes were filled with disbelief: ”F * ck, you dare to hit laozi, laozi … ”Your father …”
”Pa, pa, pa, pa …” The young man did not say anything. He first kicked away the servant who was grabbed by him, then stepped forward and ripped off the fatty's collar. With a few palm strikes, Fatty's face immediately swelled up.
Looking at the fat ball in front of him, whose face was so swollen that he could not even open his eyes, the young man then loosened his collar and slowly said: ”Besides my old man, there has yet to be anyone who dares to scold me, what kind of son of a bitch do you think I am. Why don't you open your dog eyes and see who's surrounding you right now? ”
Listening to the young man's words, Fatty struggled to open his eyes to take a closer look. It turned out that a group of soldiers had already surrounded them. By the looks of it, these soldiers were the soldiers of the garrison!
”How can we just ignore the mud?” After being hit by a few slaps, Fatty could not explain it clearly: ”Change to working hard to catch the marks of the pig pagoda!”