Chapter 295 Qi State is too terrible. I want to return to Jing State.
"Fuck! What the hell are you going to do! Do you know who I am!"
His wrist was held by Zhao Kang. The fat man struggled a bit, but found that Zhao Kang's hands were like iron pliers and he could not move them at all.
Immediately use force to overwhelm people.
Shaking his hand away, Zhao Kang protected the little girl behind him. The peasant woman who had been slapped before quickly stepped forward and held the girl in her arms with tears in her eyes, comforting her frightened daughter.
Zhao Kang said calmly: "People are selling their daughters. If you want to sell, you have to come up with money. Buying and selling by force is against the rules of business."
"Oh, it seems that young master, I forgot to read the almanac when I went out today."
The fat man laughed mockingly and looked at Zhao Kang's arrogance: "I just want to buy and sell by force, what can you do?"
Zhao Kang ignored and took out the money bag from his sleeve and put it in the peasant woman's hand. Then he turned to look at the fat man and grinned: "Sorry, I paid first. Now this girl is mine. You want to snatch it away."
My stuff?"
"I'll fuck your mother! Come on, beat this blind thing to death!"
The fat man was immediately angry. As the son of the Minister of Rites, he was also a well-known master in Shengjing City. He would not be respectful to anyone on weekdays, but he never expected that Zhao Kang would be so disrespectful!
This made him, who was used to being domineering in Shengjing City, murderous towards Zhao Kang.
The people around him were so frightened that they quickly backed away.
Fatty's servants immediately surrounded him, all eager to teach Zhao Kang a lesson so that he could show off in front of their master.
Zhao Kang is naturally not afraid, and he will not look down upon even if there are ten times as many subordinates as Fatty.
Looking at the angry fat man, he smiled strangely: "Are you sure you want to beat me to death?"
"I'm going to pick a date to beat you! Come on!" the fat man yelled angrily.
Seeing the fat man's men rushing over, Wu Tianhu turned the wine gourd in his hand and watched Zhao Kang and the gangsters fighting each other on the street. He couldn't help but smile: "This kid is really a bad guy!"
Zhao Kang's current identity is the special envoy of Jingguo. This fat man, as the son of Zhou Yue, the Minister of Rites, actually sent people to beat the special envoy of another country in the street.
Wu Tianhu even doubted whether Zhao Kang did it on purpose.
Zhao Kang and those losers in the field were punching and kicking each other, and they were beaten to the ground in a short time.
The fat man immediately felt bad when he saw this. Looking at Zhao Kang walking towards him, he felt a little frightened in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm: "You! What are you going to do? I am the son of the minister!"
"The one I'm beating is you, the son of a minister!"
He slapped the fat man in the face, which made the fat man dizzy. Zhao Kang shouted while hitting him: "You dare to ask people to beat me, right? You are waiting for this, I, Zhao Long, are not done with you!"
After a dozen slaps in succession, the fat man who was originally fat and big-eared suddenly turned into a pig's head.
The fat man was a little confused after being slapped by Zhao Kang. Why should I let people beat you? Aren’t all the people under my command knocked down by you?
In a daze, he came back to his senses. He only felt his head was swollen and his face was in great pain. When he reached out and touched it, he felt blood.
Immediately, he screamed, and the servants who had been knocked down by Zhao Kang ran over and helped him up.
They also knew that they had hit an iron plate, so they quickly pushed through the crowd with the fat man and ran away.
Seeing them running away in a hurry, there was a burst of cheers all around.
Now that they can't see anyone, they are getting tough.
"It's so fucking relaxing!"
"Someone should come and take care of this bastard."
"This man is so courageous. He is the son of Shangshu Zhou Yue!"
Not paying attention to what the people around him said, Zhao Kang walked up to the peasant woman and the little girl and said softly: "While it's still early, take the money and take the children out of the city as soon as possible. Otherwise, that guy might cause trouble for you."
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In those Jianghu novels in the past, where heroes performed heroic acts of justice, saved people, patted their butts and left, Zhao Kang had doubts in his mind.
After those heroes are gone, can those who are oppressed really be freed?
Will it be possible that after these heroes leave, more severe revenge awaits the common people?
After hearing Zhao Kang's words, the peasant woman quickly pulled her daughter to kneel down and kowtow.
Zhao Kang avoided the gift and took Wu Tianhu out of the market and back to the State Guesthouse.
On the other side, the fat man, who was being led by his servants and fled home in a hurry, had now woken up and immediately became furious!
"Waste! Waste! They are all waste! You can't beat one of the eight!"
A slave who had been kicked several times by Zhao Kang covered his buttocks and screamed: "Master, it's not that we are useless, it's that guy who is too powerful. He must be a martial arts practitioner. We can't beat him at all!"
"Yeah, my waist is so tight that he didn't break it!"
"Hmph! So what if I have practiced martial arts? Zhang Ergou went and brought all the guards in the house to me. I have to kill that bastard! How dare he hit me! Damn!"
Soon, twenty or thirty nurses from the residence of the Minister of Rites rushed over and were shocked when they saw the fat man's bruised nose and swollen face.
Fresh! I didn’t expect that someone would dare to hit our young master in Shengjing City!
"Follow me. Even if we turn the imperial capital upside down, we still have to find that bastard named Zhao Long!"
The fat man waved his hand and started to lead people to find the place, but after looking around for a long time, they still couldn't find Zhao Kang's whereabouts.
The fat man was so angry that one of the servants said: "Master, didn't that kid escape out of the city?"
"Keep looking for me, and don't let go of the old woman who sold her daughter and the little beauty!"
The fat man said fiercely: "If it weren't for the two of them, I wouldn't have been beaten. I would have sold the film of that little girl into a brothel!"
A group of people were seeking revenge with great fanfare. If Zhao Kang hadn't explained it in advance, the mother and daughter might have suffered.
Fatty would never have thought that Zhao Kang would be in the State Guesthouse. After all, this place has always been used to entertain foreign guests.
Even if you give him ten more courages, you won't dare to bother him.
After searching all night to no avail, the fat man could only give up and punch the table viciously.
Zhou Yue was also busy with meeting Zhao Kang the next day, so he didn't notice his son's lawlessness.
It was early the next morning.
The receptionist of the State Guesthouse came to the door of Zhao Kang's room and knocked gently: "Your Excellency, Mr. Zhou, the Minister of Rites, has come with a group of officials from the Ministry of Rites. Please go to the palace to meet the saint."
As soon as the receptionist finished speaking, Zhao Kang's voice came from inside the room.
"No, I was beaten last night and injured. Now I can no longer face the saint."
Hearing this, the receptionist was immediately confused: "Been? Beaten?"
Who is so bold! Didn't you look fine when you came back yesterday?
"Yes, seven or eight people are beating me up! Tell Mr. Zhou that Qi State is too terrible. I can't face the saint anymore. I want to return to Jing State!"
