Master Puhui, Song Nuan, Daphne, and two young monks were so engrossed in appreciating Chen Xiao's "Man Jiang Hong" that they completely failed to notice that Wang Jianye, deeply wounded in spirit, was preparing to harm himself.
Chen Xiao did notice, but without a second thought, he quickly averted his gaze, cursing inwardly:
"Serves you right!"
"Bang—"
The next second, accompanied by a dull thud, everyone suddenly heard Wang Jianye let out a pig-like scream.
Although Master Puhui had been angered by Wang Jianye's repeated insults to Chen Xiao, he was, after all, a compassionate Buddhist monk. Without thinking, he prepared to examine Wang Jianye's injuries, shaking his head and sighing:
"You're mutilating yourself just because you can't accept that Doctor Chen's calligraphy is far superior to yours? Why bother? Is it that hard to admit someone is better than you? Amitabha!"
"Get lost! I don't need you, blind old monk, shedding crocodile tears!"
Wang Jianye, as if driven mad, unceremoniously pushed Master Puhui away. He then stumbled out of Jishitang. After stepping outside, he turned back to Chen Xiao and viciously spat threats:
"You little bastard surnamed Chen, I remember this debt today. You wait, I'll kill you and your mother sooner or later!"
Based on his understanding of Chen Xiao, he was convinced that upon hearing his threats, Chen Xiao would immediately apologize or even beg for mercy. Therefore, his words were filled with unconcealed ferocity and smugness.
"I'll kill you first!"
Chen Xiao was furious. He grabbed the pestle from the examination table and ferociously chased after Wang Jianye, delivering a heavy blow to the back of Wang Jianye's head.
"Ah!"
Accompanied by a scream, Wang Jianye immediately fell to the ground in a face-first posture, clutching his head and roaring hoarsely:
"Chen Xiao, how dare you hit me? Don't you and your mother want to keep the shop open? Don't forget I have plenty of relatives and friends, especially Sun Daxing, who is my nephew. Are you and your mother, just a mother and child, not afraid of my revenge?"
"Revenge? Heh."
Chen Xiao laughed in extreme anger, his face filled with contempt:
"Old dog, your words might have scared me before, and I was indeed scared by you, scared by your idiotic nephew bullying me. But now, I'm afraid you won't dare to come!"
Saying this, Chen Xiao raised the pestle again and smashed it onto Wang Jianye's head, instantly splashing blood, leaving flesh and blood a blurry mess.
"Ah..."
Wang Jianye felt stars exploding in his eyes and let out an even more piercing scream. He quickly scrambled away on all fours, like a loach, rolling and crawling.
Coincidentally, at this moment, over a dozen idle burly men walked over from not far away, arm in arm. Each of them had dyed their hair in various colors, had tattoos on their bodies, or wore strange clothes. They walked sideways like crabs, and leading them was none other than Wang Jianye's nephew, Sun Daxing.
Wang Jianye immediately clutched at this straw and cried out loudly:
"Daxing! Daxing! Save me, Daxing! Chen Xiao beat me, wu wa..."
Following Wang Jianye's pig-like wails, over a dozen burly men swarmed forward, and in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the entrance of Jishitang so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through.
Sun Daxing noticed that Wang Jianye's head and face were covered in blood, especially the back of his head, which had a bloody hole. He was both shocked and bewildered:
"Uncle, did I hear you right? You're saying Chen Xiao beat you like this?"
As he spoke, he provocatively glared at Chen Xiao, his expression filled with disdain:
"I must have misheard. The little bastard surnamed Chen has always been a softie I could manipulate since childhood. He usually has to go out of his way to avoid me like a turtle with its head retracted. How could such a loser dare to lay a hand on you..."
Chen Xiao chuckled and unhurriedly interrupted Sun Daxing:
"Sun idiot, your old dog uncle was injured by me. If you don't want to end up like him, you'd better kneel before me right now and kowtow in repentance!"
As he spoke, Chen Xiao suddenly threw the pestle in his hand fiercely. It hit Wang Jianye's forehead precisely, knocking him unconscious without any effort.
"What?"
Sun Daxing was stunned on the spot, looking at Chen Xiao with extreme unfamiliarity.
Even seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that Chen Xiao, whom he had bullied since childhood, would dare to speak to him like this.
At the same time, the other burly men present were also dumbfounded. After all, like Sun Daxing, they were all street thugs who had grown up in the old city area. They usually bullied Chen Xiao for amusement.
After about ten seconds, Sun Daxing snapped out of his daze. The bewildered expression on his face was instantly replaced by malevolence. He raised his fist and recklessly lunged at Chen Xiao:
"Little bastard, you've really grown some guts in just a few days. You dare to hit my uncle in front of me, you're asking for death!"
"I think you're the one asking for death!"
Chen Xiao's expression turned cold. He suddenly swung his fist, smashing it into Sun Daxing's incoming fist.
"Crack!"
The next second, a crisp bone-snapping sound came from Sun Daxing's fist.
Having landed a blow, Chen Xiao was even more ruthless. He followed up with a kick to the chest, sending Sun Daxing flying. His movements were fluid and natural, imbued with a trace of the powerful and formidable might of the Great Dream Vajra Divine Skill.
"Ah—"
Sun Daxing cried out as he fell backward beside Wang Jianye. He felt his fist go numb, and the pain in his abdomen where he was kicked was like a churning sea. He couldn't muster any strength in his body, as if he hadn't been hit by Chen Xiao just now, but by a car. He said incredulously:
"You... How can you be so strong? You... Aren't you a good-for-nothing?"
Chen Xiao sneered:
"Since childhood, why didn't I fight back when you bullied and humiliated me? Did you really think I was afraid of you? Pfft! I just didn't want to cause trouble for my mother!"
When Chen Xiao was very young and called a wild child with a mother but no father, he had also fought back. But that time, Chen Qing had paid a large sum of medical expenses to the other party. From then on, to prevent Chen Qing from having to pay for his impulsiveness again, he learned to endure.
But now, with the inheritance of the Wordless Golden Prescription, facing Sun Daxing and others was like facing vermin. He was no longer afraid of the consequences of fighting. As he spoke, he proudly spat a thick glob of phlegm onto Sun Daxing's face.
"You... you... you you you..."
Sun Daxing's face turned green with anger. He glared fiercely at the other burly men present and roared through gritted teeth:
"What are you all standing around like idiots for? Go! All of you! If you don't beat Chen Xiao so badly that even his mother wouldn't recognize him today, none of you will associate with me anymore! The richest Song family doesn't support useless people..."
Before he could finish speaking, Sun Daxing suddenly froze. He clearly saw two beautiful women and three monks walk out of Jishitang. Among them, one with a naturally alluring charm was none other than the daughter of the richest Song family, Song Nuan, whose photo he had only been fortunate enough to see.
In an instant, he transformed from a ferocious wolf into a fawning watchdog. Large beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He stammered fearfully:
"Miss... Miss Song the Second, why... why are you here?"
Chen Xiao, without turning his head, coldly questioned Song Nuan:
"Song the second, you don't happen to know these street vermin, do you?"