usatvline Chapter 1666 - 1665: Beating the Dog to Warn Its Master
Chapter 1666 - 1665: Beating the Dog to Warn Its Master
"Please don't, I'm just a businessman. I'll refund this customer's money, I beg you to spare me, please don't trouble yourself with a lowly person like me, I beg you, do not kill me!"The man in brocade pulled a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth. Right, why say so much? Just express one's intention and let the other party know the bottom line. No need to say too much and waste breath.
"Then hurry up and refund me, I'm tired."
The man in brocade headed upstairs, soon reaching the number one room, where Tang Rao's things were still inside. If the man went in, his belongings…
Those are Bei Lin's favorite things!
"Stop! Until the money is refunded, and my things are taken out, this room is still mine. Even if you want to sleep, go home and find your mother first. Don't walk around outside without understanding some rules!"
Tang Rao spoke without keeping any niceties, and these words were rational.
The man finally stopped, looking at Tang Rao with one blue eye and one purple eye, wanting to see what gave this man such courage.
"Do you have a problem, hmm?"
In a confrontation of two great masters, Tang Rao only saw disdain in the eyes of the man in brocade.
"Of course, I have a problem. Don't you think what I said just now was reasonable?"
He looked purely at this creature with different colored eyes, intending to influence him with his thinking and reform him.
Tang Rao had thought it through. In negotiating with the man, he gauged the man's power—late-stage deity level. He indeed had the capital to confront Tang Rao.
No wonder he hadn't acknowledged Tang Rao. In the eyes of masters, late deity stage compared to mid-deity peak was trash; not worth their attention.
"Well, kid, you're from out of town, right? Has anyone told you? On East Island, fists are everything, here we always reason with fists."
The next moment, the man demonstrated to Tang Rao how East Island folks spoke with fists.
A whizzing punch aimed straight at Tang Rao's face. If it landed, Tang Rao's head would explode with brain matter.
The opponent was late deity stage; who could dodge a punch thrown by someone at such a unreachable peak of power?
Nobody thought Tang Rao would make it; they anticipated a messy scene of his brains splattered shortly.
The shopkeeper even wanted to clap.
Once Tang Rao was dead, the number one room could be vacated for the Yan Family, and the shopkeeper could keep the large sum of Purple Crystal Tang Rao initially brought. Better yet, Tang Rao also brought a woman—if the man died, the woman would be defenseless. He could take her in, and have her… wouldn't that be delightful?
The shopkeeper's imagination was rich, but he thought too far ahead. Once he finished thinking, only to find out the brocade man hadn't hit Tang Rao. Tang Rao merely used a little trick to dodge.
"Didn't see my brains splatter, a bit disappointed, huh, shopkeeper?"
At some point, Tang Rao had moved from the stairs directly in front of the shopkeeper.
That ghostly speed left not only the shopkeeper but also the man in brocade shocked.
"You... you you you..."
The shopkeeper didn't finish his sentence before Tang Rao slapped his face.
"Courageous enough to sneak peeks at my woman, think that if I'm dead, my woman would follow you?"
Tang Rao went in for another smack, no, not just one. After that slap landed, Tang Rao's hand didn't stop.
Is this even a person? Simply a demon!
Even in such a crisis, Tang Rao noticed the shopkeeper's gaze, seeing through his mind—unbelievable.
"These slaps are so you remember, do not covet women you shouldn't."
Finishing his words, Tang Rao again appeared ghostlike before the brocade man, staring him down, facing those differently colored eyes without fear.
"Shall we settle matters between us now?"
Tang Rao's gaze was so frank it bothered the man.
"You managed to dodge my punch, it may have been luck. Dodging another one, I'll spare your miserable life!"
Poof!
Tang Rao hadn't met someone so arrogant when on North and West Islands. Hit once, and they plan a second; if Tang Rao doesn't die after the second hit, only then will he be spared?
Miserable life? Nonsense!
Tang Rao doesn't need the man's mercy; who will spare whom remains to be seen.
"No need, I think you'll be the one suffering shortly. If you don't want to be embarrassed in front of others, get everyone out first. Since you're supposedly from the Yan Family, if you don't mind losing face, let them observe from the sidelines; perhaps it's entertaining, watching you get hit for the first time."
"Young Master, this man is arrogant. Why don't we brothers take him out, save the Young Master the trouble?"
The brothers who initially encircled to protect the brocade man came over, used to running unchecked, never before insulted.
Yan Family shouldn't be the side threatened.
"Stand down, you are no match for him!"
If it were a minor figure, the brocade man would let them handle it. For someone like Tang Rao, he'd prefer to tackle it himself—his well-trained followers shouldn't be sacrificed meaninglessly.
"But Young Master, his mouth is too foul!"
Tang Rao accused of having a foul mouth?
Smack!
Whoever said that paid the price—for Tang Rao, a simple slap to a servant spoke louder, it was to show the master, hitting truly where it hurt.
"My mouth isn't foul, but your face looks swollen."
Swollen face, courtesy of you. Now isn't confession of guilt timely? What Holy Mother act now?
"You dare hit my people?"
The man in brocade turned sour, no longer talking nonsense with Tang Rao, throwing another punch, faster than before.
Fierce wind whisked past Tang Rao's chin, barely dodging, without external aid, relying purely on speed.
Such speed, beyond late deity stage, humbled the brocade man again.