Liu Yaode has lived a smooth, privileged life without ever being beaten so painfully.
Now his body feels as if it's about to break, and he is gasping for air in agony.
Tap.
He heard footsteps and looked up to see Qin Hao towering over him, and his face was filled with terror as he stammered, "No... please..."
Qin Hao's expression was a faint smile: "Now, can I call you 'little buddy'?"
"You can..." Liu Yaode nodded in fear.
"Then what should you call me?"
Qin Hao's smile, in Liu Yaode's eyes, appeared to be a devil's grin.
With pallid lips, he said, "Uncle... Uncle..."
"Very well, but what else?"
"What... else?"
Slap!
With a smile, Qin Hao kicked Liu Yaode in the chest: "What do you think, little buddy? Didn't your teacher ever teach you what happens when you offend someone?"
"Ugh!"
Liu Yaode spat out another mouthful of blood.
The pain was secondary.
The main issue was the indignation and heartbreak he felt.
He had walked over countless people in his lifetime.
