<h4>Chapter 1248: Chapter 1248: No Need to Endure Anymore</h4>
Out of the yard.
Wang Hao was holding a knife, storming ahead with anger.
Seeing this, Chen Feng followed with a pillow, catching up in a few steps.
After all, both of them were experts; catching up to an ordinary person was rather easy.
"Haozi."
Chen Feng looked at Wang Hao and called out.
Upon hearing this, Wang Hao turned to nce at Chen Feng, gritted his teeth, and said, "Boss, if you still consider me a brother, don’t stop me this time!"
"I have no intention of stopping you!"
Chen Feng smiled slightly and said.
"Huh?"
Wang Hao was stunned.
"Enduring when it’s unbearable means there’s no need to endure anymore. Such things are naturally even more intolerable and not what makes a man. As a man, one should have the courage!"
Chen Feng said with a faint smile.
"So, boss, you support me?"
Wang Hao asked in disbelief, eyes wide open.
"Feel free to vent your anger as much as you want. No matter how big you make a mess this time, I’ll help you deal with it, go ahead and cause trouble, I’ll cover you."
Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Thanks a lot, boss!"
Wang Hao nodded his head, looked at Chen Feng with tearful eyes, and said gratefully.
"We’re brothers, no need for those pleasantries."
Chen Feng smiled and waved his hand, then pointed at the kitchen knife in Wang Hao’s hand with a smile, "You’d better put this away, don’t scare the pedestrians!"
"Oh right, right!"
Wang Hao quickly nodded and hurriedly tucked the kitchen knife into his arms.
After finishing these actions.
Wang Hao led the way in front, with Chen Feng and Pillow following behind, heading straight to Zhou the rascal’s home.
As the vige bully.
Wang Hao knew where Zhou the rascal lived.
Not that he went there often.
But anyone from Jiancheng Vige would teach their children never to go to that ce.
For Jiancheng Vige’s residents, that ce is almost like a nuclear fallout zone.
No one wanted to go there, and even less to be involved with Zhou the rascal.
Because once you’re involved, it’s an endless trouble.
Wang Hao’s parents also taught him since he was young.
Therefore, Wang Hao knew the location of Zhou’s old house.
After all, they’re from the same vige.
It wasn’t far either.
Under Wang Hao’s guidance.
The three quickly arrived at the entrance of Zhou the rascal’s house.
There’s no denying, as Jiancheng Vige’s wealthy and powerful bully.
Zhou the rascal’s house was quite grandly built.
A three-story vi.
Wide gates, spacious courtyard.
Two stone lions at the entrance of the yard.
The airs of a rustdlord, unmistakable.
Probably because they had just returned.
Zhou the rascal’s main gate wasn’t closed.
So Wang Hao walked right in.
Chen Feng and Wang Hao followed closely behind.
Inside the yard.
On the spacious ground, several tables were set up.
In front of each table, a circle of shirtless young men gathered.
Totaling perhaps twenty or thirty.
Some were smoking and drinking, while others were gambling ying mahjong.
They all looked rather sleazy, with a hoodlum aura.
And they were actually all people from Jiancheng Vige.
Basically loafing at home after dropping out of school.
Lazing around all day, not farming or seeking jobs.
Just eating, ying, drinking, and gambling.
Then doing some mischief in the vige, stealing and indecently harassing wives and young girls.
A scourge in the vige.
Zhou the rascal, to solidify his status as the vige bully.
Recruited these hooligans to hismand, at his dispatch.
Zhou the rascal was already terribly wicked.
With these rogue followers, he became even more vile.
Even the vige head couldn’t do much about him.
This morning’s raid on Wang Xiaohua’s house.
Was Zhou the rascal leading these hooligans.
The way they trashed things was brutal.
The footprints on Wang Xiaohua were theirs as well, thoroughly despicable.
At this moment.
These people were engrossed at the tables.
Upon seeing Wang Hao, Chen Feng, and Pillow enter.
One of the hooligans nced at them and arrogantly asked, "Looking for someone? Speak fast if there’s something, if not, get lost quickly!"
Wang Hao was already furious, seeing the arrogant face of the hooligan made him even angrier.
He immediately pulled out the kitchen knife from his arms, holding it in his hand, body trembling, shouting, "Where’s that bastard Zhou the rascal? And, those who hit my aunt earlier,e out, I’m going to kill you!"
Wang Hao’s shout.
Instantly drew all the hooligans’ attention, and they all turned their eyes towards Wang Hao.
However, upon seeing the knife in Wang Hao’s hand, they didn’t show fear but rather smirked disdainfully.
Because in their eyes.
Wang Hao looked like a student, and one who barely fought.
Even with a kitchen knife in hand.
He trembled nonstop.
Such a person, hisbat capability was practically zero.
Known as a useless fighter.
What can a useless fighter do with a knife?
Even if he wielded an Azure Dragon Crescent de, they would still disdain him.
"Oh, seems like you’re looking for trouble, kid, you sure you got the right ce? Do you know where this is?"
The hooligan smirked and sneered at Wang Hao.
"I’m here for this ce, tell Zhou the rascal toe out now!"
Wang Hao gritted his teeth, angry.
"Screw you, asking for trouble, aren’t you? Our boss ain’t someone you can shout at. Since Grandpa is in a good mood now, get lost asap, otherwise, you’ll leave crawling!"
The hooligan squinted at Wang Hao, unpleasantly.
"If I don’t kill Zhou the rascal today, I won’t leave!"
Wang Hao said coldly, gritting his teeth.
Then, he proceeded to head towards the three-story vi with his knife.
Knowing Zhou the rascal was certainly inside.
"Oh damn!"
The hooligan got upset, stood up abruptly, blocked Wang Hao, red at him, and cursed:
"You won’t listen to Grandpa, huh? Seeing you’re a student, get lost quickly or your legs will be broken!"
"Get out of my way!"
Wang Hao red at the hooligan and shouted angrily.
"Think you’re tough? Grandpa won’t let you pass today, let’s see what you can do with me, got guts, wield the knife and cut me!"
The hooligan rolled his eyes, deliberately provoking.
He believed Wang Hao wouldn’t dare cut him.
"Why not?"
Wang Hao’s eyes turned red, he clenched his teeth, stomped his foot, raised the kitchen knife with his right hand, and without a word, shed at the hooligan’s arm...