Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Chapter 452 Kneeling All Night

For Huzi, he had a decent net worth and strong background, at the very least within Donghai City, he knew plenty of the rich second-generation kids.

Those officials and their families often mingled with each other, and what's more, how high and mighty could the patrons of a food stall really be?

The people he was with were each worth over a hundred million, and to them, ordinary section chiefs were almost unworthy of their attention.

Wang Chao burst into laughter, incredulous that someone in Donghai City dared to say they could summon help from the underworld or the law enforcement at a whim.

It was like courting death, somewhat tiresome, indeed. He had seen those seeking their own demise, but never someone rushing forward to offer up their life like this.

Mo Xing and the others also found it amusing, tsk tsk, it really did uphold the old saying, "Shallow waters are full of bullies; big brothers everywhere."

"Kid, are you sure you want to be responsible for what you've just said?" Wang Chao took out a King Furongwang cigarette from his pack, placed it in his mouth leisurely, and lit it up as he casually spoke.

Huzi didn't respond, just took a deep drag of his cigarette, raised his eyebrows slightly, but the several men beside him stood up, "If you're going to call, do it quickly. If not, kneel down before us and admit your mistake."

The moment these words were uttered, Mo Xing couldn't contain himself, sigh, it was such a volatile temper. This was deliberately seeking trouble.

He rose to his feet, approached the arrogant Huzi, looked at him with a cold smile, and suddenly slapped him hard across the face.

With a crisp smack, the sound was thunderous. Huzi's slight frame was no match for Mo Xing's heavy hand, and after all, he was a Golden Core Stage expert.

"What! You dare hit Huzi! Brothers, get him, strip him down; we can just pay some compensation!"

Seeing Huzi collapse onto the ground, the other scions picked up stools and bottles and charged, their ferocious expressions seemingly frightening.

Mo Xing sneered and kicked out, sending one of the charging youths crashing to the ground with a painful wail; it was utterly miserable.

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"A bunch of brats whose beards have yet to grow fully, daring to strut in front of me, it seems like you're tired of living!"

Mo Xing roared, charging forward, grabbed a youth by the hair, and slammed his head against the wooden table repeatedly, the thudding sound continuous, blood streaming down from the forehead.

At this, the onlookers, who had been enjoying the spectacle, were all shocked; blood had been drawn, this was getting out of hand, and one by one, they quickly vacated the place.

The stall owner was stunned, the cigarette butt he had been smoking dropped to the ground, "The money, they haven't paid yet! What am I to do; my income for the night is gone!"

Suddenly, a stack of new hundred-yuan banknotes was handed over, thick with ten thousand per bundle, directly to the stall owner's hand. It was Ye Ling, who slightly smiled, "Don't worry, boss, we'll cover today's losses."

For everyone, especially ordinary people, life is tough, and Ye Ling didn't want them to suffer a loss in their hard-earned income because of him, which wouldn't be fair to others.

The stall owner was overwhelmingly grateful, took the banknotes, and wiped his greasy hands, "Rest assured, boss, I'll keep my eye out for the cops. If anything comes up, I'll definitely notify you, and I won't be a witness, our little shop doesn't have any cameras!"

Ye Ling was taken aback by the abrupt change, what an adorable owner, immediately falling to his side after receiving compensation.

Across from them, Mo Xing had already flipped Huzi and his crew onto the ground, who were now crying and wailing miserably, blood shedding from their eyes, a pitiful sight to see.

"Heh, remember this, I said that tonight, you'd better call everyone you can, your seven aunts and eight uncles, and if anyone is missing, we're not finished!"

"If you think you can lay a finger on me, then try it, but if you feel you can't, then kneel obediently at the door all night, and I'll let you off; otherwise, your entire family will suffer!"

Mo Xing definitely had the credentials to say these things. All those rich second-generation pretenders, none in Donghai City were more arrogant than him, at least not until now. He had earned that right.

Having said his piece, Mo Xing turned his head and nonchalantly sat on the table, then suddenly turned back, glaring furiously at the few guys: "If anyone dares to sneak away, believe me, I've got what it takes to make your whole family suffer!"

"Also, kneel down for me right now. When you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!"

After finishing, Mo Xing cooled his rage a bit, lifted his glass, and clinked it with others. Li Sheng was dumbfounded; damn, when had he ever seen such an imposing presence?

What Li Sheng did not expect was still to come. Five minutes later, the police from the local station arrived after receiving the emergency call. Once Ye Ling showed them his credentials, they scurried off like they had seen a high official.

Seven minutes later, people from the sub-bureau arrived, only to be kicked to the ground by Mo Xing who sent them all running, none daring to stay.

Li Sheng was completely dumbstruck as he looked at Mo Xing and Ye Ling on the side, wondering what sort of formidable identities they possessed to instill such fear in the fierce figures of Donghai that usually terrorized the common people.

Huzi and the others, kneeling at the food stall, all felt immensely humiliated. Yet, considering Mo Xing's threats, they dared not move a muscle.

At the crowded entrance, countless onlookers pointed and gossiped, dealing severe blows to their self-esteem.

"Brother Huzi! My cousin will be here any minute now, and he's a well-known tough guy from this generation. The humiliation we're suffering now, we'll pay it back a hundredfold!"

"Yeah, the disgrace our brothers are enduring, we'll make them pay sooner or later. United, we can take on the world. This humiliation is just a thorn in our side."

"Hmph, my dad will be here soon, no matter who he is, he's dead meat. If my damn legs weren't so weak, I'd be up and fighting them already."

Malice filled Huzi's eyes; his father was a well-known big business tycoon in Donghai, and an important figure in a financial consortium.

In Donghai City, he wasn't someone anyone could bully, being on familiar terms with senior government officials. The guy who slapped him was finished, utterly!

A few minutes later, the cousin who was said to be a gangster arrived, bringing a dozen or so men, each wielding a baseball bat, swaggering arrogantly.

But when he laid eyes on Ye Ling and Ning Han, his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.

"You damn fool, are you asking for death? Do you know who they are? I'm telling you to kneel down and be obedient. If your parents find out, they'll break your legs!"

This remark sent a chill through the spines of those kneeling; could it be that the people still excitedly drinking inside had enough clout in the underworld?

And at that moment, Huzi's father arrived in a dusky Mercedes-Benz S600. Once he saw Ye Ling and Mo Xing inside the building, he gritted his teeth and gave Huzi a fierce slap.