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Chen Zao slowly bent down to pick up the dirty Roujiamo and wrapped it in a paper bag.
Only then did he glance at Luo Chengbao.
He asked him, "I see you're not here to find someone; you're here to stir up trouble, right?"
"Our senior brother wants to see you. Come with me for a bit!"
Luo Chengbao was indeed bold, daring to show off in front of Chen Zao, pointing outward with his thumb as if he had Chen Zao all figured out.
"Who is your senior brother?" Chen Zao was unfazed by the threat before him; he suspected it was Qin Sheng who had sent someone for revenge.
"You'll find out when you get there. If you have the guts, just follow me!"
Luo Chengbao stepped out of the Meat Sandwich Shop and turned back to wait for Chen Zao at the door, his shifty eyes constantly sizing up Chen Zao.
Last week at Old Gou Hot Spring, Luo Chengbao had seen Chen Zao threaten everyone with a Curved Blade. He knew Chen Zao had a wild temperament, and if Chen Zao brought a knife up the mountain again, he would need to be cautious. At the same time, he wanted to find an opportunity to disarm Chen Zao's Curved Blade on the way to avoid any potential bloodshed.
Chen Zao wasn't carrying any weapons at Golden Age; he hadn't even changed his clothes. He wore only a black ribbed tank top on top and a pair of deep green shorts printed with countless fallen leaves below, paired with leather flip-flops as he followed Luo Chengbao outside.
The sun was blazing outside.
Chen Zao held the dirty Roujiamo over his head to shield himself from the sun and asked Luo Chengbao, "Where do you want me to go with you?"
"Just come with me!"
"I'll go with you, but I have a suggestion first."
"What suggestion?"
Chen Zao held up the dirty, smelly Roujiamo in front of Luo Chengbao: "Eat this, and I won't hold it against you later."
Damn it!
Luo Chengbao was infuriated by Chen Zao.
— Bang!
With a wave of his hand, he knocked the Roujiamo out of Chen Zao's hand.
Pointing fiercely at Chen Zao's nose, he said, "Don't try that with me! If you're not going to hold it against me, then I sure as hell will hold it against you!"
The last bit of sympathy in Chen Zao finally vanished.
He slowly bent down.
Once again, he picked up the now dirtier Roujiamo.
He shot a cold glance at Luo Chengbao, as if to say: Just wait, I will make you eat this Roujiamo.
Luo Chengbao felt uneasy under Chen Zao's stare and deliberately quickened his pace to distance himself from Chen Zao, taunting him: "If you've got the guts, come with me!"
Chen Zao couldn't be bothered to respond to such nonsense. With a cold expression, he silently followed Luo Chengbao into Film and Television City, heading towards Niubi Mountain.
As they approached Old Gully Spring.
Several Martial Artists dressed in black shirts appeared on the mountain road ahead, each wielding a thick branch they had broken off a tree.
The leader, with a dogtail grass in his mouth, looked quite arrogant, raising his chin in a provocative manner.
This person was Qiao Longsheng, the eldest disciple of the Min Family Clan.
Rong Zhe, dressed in a black shirt and unarmed, stood beside Qiao Longsheng.
Seeing Chen Zao being tricked into coming over in such a disheveled state, with thick bandages wrapped around his right arm, Rong Zhe revealed a cold smile. Given the current situation, Chen Zao would find it impossible to escape!
Chen Zao did not recognize the thin and unsightly Qiao Longsheng.
However, he did recognize the tall and imposing Rong Zhe, who had the appearance of someone who relied on others for support.
How did this grandson set this up?
Did Rong Liya not tell Rong Zhe about him coming to the rescue last night?
Sigh...
Seeing that the other party was not Qin Sheng's people but rather Martial Artists from the production team, Chen Zao felt somewhat disappointed because it meant he couldn't go all out against Luo Chengbao, who had been pestering him.
Finally spotting the main group, Luo Chengbao turned back to Chen Zao with a sinister smile and couldn't help but taunt him, "You’re dead meat, grandson!"
As Luo Chengbao spoke, several burly Martial Artists armed with wooden sticks appeared behind Chen Zao, cutting off his escape route.
On the hillside nearby sat several actresses dressed in revealing outfits.
A few girls were whispering and giggling as they saw Chen Zao arrive, as if they were watching a show.
One actress, who had a typical influencer look, boldly shouted at Chen Zao, "You pervert! Are you here to peep on us bathing again?"
The others burst into laughter.
Even the Martial Artists were amused.
Their gazes towards Chen Zao were filled with contempt.
Inside, Chen Zao felt like a pressure cooker slowly heating up.
Although his right hand was still injured, he showed no fear in the face of this obvious group attack.
The dozen or so Martial Artists surrounding him were nothing compared to Bloodthirsty Soldiers from the apocalypse or agile low-level Beast Soldiers. In such cases, Chen Zao might feel a bit nervous and would consider retreating as a last resort.
But now, these were just a bunch of average Martial Artists without any enhancements looking for trouble. To Chen Zao, they were insignificant!
Even if he stood still and let them hit him, his iron-like body could easily send these weaklings flying with broken bones.
These people were simply here to provoke him and seek their own demise!
He swaggered up to the unfriendly-looking Martial Artists.
Glancing at Rong Zhe, he then turned his attention to the leader, Qiao Longsheng.
"Chen Zao," when asked, "Are you the Martial Arts Instructor from the Zhao Feiyan production team? What do you mean by calling me over?"
"What do you mean? What the hell do you mean!"
Qiao Longsheng was determined to teach Chen Zao a lesson and immediately aimed to assert his dominance.
With a fierce shout, he glared and stepped forward, raising his leg to kick Chen Zao!
As the eldest disciple of the Min Family Clan, Qiao Longsheng had trained in martial arts for many years with Min Jianlong, mastering a beautiful form of Bajiquan. His steps were steady and powerful.
His advance was incredibly swift; an ordinary person would have no chance to evade and would be sent sprawling by his kick.
However, for Chen Zao, Qiao Longsheng's fierce and domineering kick felt as childish as a three-year-old playing house, making him want to laugh.
Chen Zao moved aside much faster than Qiao Longsheng could anticipate, lightly lifting his foot and tapping Qiao Longsheng's supporting ankle with his toes as if he were nudging a soccer ball.
Qiao Longsheng never expected Chen Zao to dodge so quickly!
In an instant, it was as if Chen Zao had transformed into a flash of light, disappearing from his sight!
When he saw Chen Zao again, he was already beside him, targeting his ankle!
What the hell!
Qiao Longsheng had never seen such a ghostly skill!
He was drenched in cold sweat, panicking and trying to evade, but it was already too late.
As he twisted his ankle, Chen Zao's toes lightly tapped the outer side of his left ankle like a dragonfly touching the water.
It felt as if a heavy hammer swung by a strongman had struck him.
With a crack!
Qiao Longsheng's ankle shattered in response!
The immense pain radiating from his ankle spread throughout his body.
Qiao Longsheng felt as if all the bones in his body were about to loosen, and the pain made him crouch down, covering his foot and bursting into tears!
A series of muffled groans left everyone stunned!
Everyone thought that Boss Qiao would easily subdue Chen Zao right from the start.
But how… how did he end up crying on the ground after just a light kick?
What on earth is happening!
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