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Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Young Master of the Wen Family

The security staff at the hotel and the receptionists outside all tactfully kept out of the way, acting as if they hadn’t seen a thing.

After all, the hotel belonged to the Wen Family; who would dare to meddle in the young master’s affairs?

"What do you think you’re doing?"

Wang Hao looked around at the bodyguards surrounding him and said.

"What are we doing? You have the nerve to ask?"

Wen Zicong sneered, pushed the socialite from his embrace, and pointed at Wang Hao’s nose, cursing loudly.

"You little punk actually dared to bully my brother, do you have a death wish? Do you know who I am in Zao City?"

Wang Hao snorted softly and ignored him.

"Hey, this guy really doesn’t know what’s good for him. Not recognizing the young master of the Wen Family in Zao City?"

"Look at him, dressed like a country bumpkin; he must be from the countryside. For this kind of rural peasant to dare come to such an upscale place, he really doesn’t know his place."

"Zi Cong, this guy’s presence in your family’s hotel is simply dragging down the class of the place. Just give us the word, and we brothers will throw him straight into the garbage!"

Wen Zicong didn’t speak, but the several young men behind him began to shout and threaten.

Wang Hao took a closer look. There were only six of them, plus four bodyguards and one Cheng Lei. It would only take a matter of seconds to take them down.

But this Wen Zicong seemed to be a rich young master, and if he really laid a hand on him, it could bring a lot of trouble.

Wang Hao only came to Zao City to obtain the content on the beast skin, so as long as these people didn’t go too far, he didn’t want to escalate the situation.

"Throw him in the garbage?"

Wen Zicong laughed disdainfully.

"That’s too easy on the kid!"

The six tattooed youth listened and were somewhat shocked. Throwing someone into the garbage in front of a luxurious hotel was embarrassing enough; could it be Wen Zicong still didn’t think it sufficient?

The few of them looked at Wen Zicong, wondering what harsh treatment he intended for Wang Hao.

"Ptui!"

Wen Zicong suddenly spit on Cheng Lei’s shoes.

"Zi Cong, why would you..."

Cheng Lei looked at Wen Zicong in shock.

The others were also very puzzled and didn’t understand Wen Zicong’s actions.

Wen Zicong didn’t explain but slowly raised his head and stared at Wang Hao, saying,

"You know what you have to do now, right?"

Cheng Lei suddenly had an epiphany and flashed a vicious grin at Wang Hao, roaring,

"That’s right, hurry up and kneel down to clean the shoes properly!"

The other youths and bodyguards also wore malicious smiles as they waited to enjoy the spectacle.

The passersby who overheard someone was going to kneel and clean someone else’s shoes gathered around to watch the excitement.

Seeing the growing crowd, the six tattooed youths behind Wen Zicong immediately began cheering.

"Shut up all of you!"

But suddenly, Wen Zicong shouted.

Cheng Lei and the six tattooed youths were slightly taken aback, wondering what was wrong with Wen Zicong today.

Was it possible he took pity on Wang Hao and didn’t want to embarrass him?

"Can’t you have a little bit of ambition? Just by kneeling and cleaning shoes, that’s all? Who in Zao City would take me, Wen Zicong, seriously then?"

Wen Zicong barked.

Cheng Lei and the six tattooed youths looked at Wen Zicong, perplexed.

"Wang Hao, today you must lick Cheng Lei’s shoes clean, or else you can forget about leaving Zao City!"

Wen Zicong glared at Wang Hao and seemed to find it not harsh enough, and then he added three words, enunciating each one.

"Kneel! And! Lick!"

Kneel and lick?

The atmosphere around suddenly became tense as if frozen. This move was ruthlessly humiliating: not only to make someone clean shoes with their tongue but to kneel and do it, showing utter disregard for the person.

Just the thought was nauseating.

"Zi Cong really knows how to handle it!"

Cheng Lei and the six tattooed youths immediately gave Wen Zicong a thumbs up.

Wang Hao was so angry he didn’t want to speak, but he still bore it, after all, as the other party hadn’t done anything else out of line.

As long as they didn’t make a move, Wang Hao didn’t want to stir up any trouble, after all, few words spoken weren’t going to take a chunk out of him.

"Wang Hao, I see you don’t want to leave unscathed today!"

Seeing Wang Hao do nothing, Cheng Lei began to taunt and prepared to make a move on Wang Hao.

Wang Hao had been holding back for a long time. He stepped forward and kicked Cheng Lei in the chest, and Cheng Lei was sent flying ten meters away.

The other six tattooed youths were about to lend a hand when they were knocked down by a spinning kick from Wang Hao, crying out in agony as they fell to the ground.

Wen Zicong was shocked and took a few steps backward in fear.

He almost lost his balance and took a tumble but before he could hit the ground, Wang Hao grabbed him by the collar and dragged him over to Cheng Lei.

Pointing at Cheng Lei’s shoe, he bellowed.

"Kneel down and lick it!"

"I am Wen Zicong, how dare you treat me like this, believe it or not, I..."

"Slap!"

When Wen Zicong disobeyed, Wang Hao slapped him right across the face.

"My God! This man has actually hit Wen Zicong and even dared to make Wen Zicong kneel and lick the shoe!"

The onlookers around were stunned by the spectacle before them.

In Peninsula International Hotel, everyone would go around Wen Zicong, not daring to meet his gaze, and now someone actually dared to hit Wen Zicong. It was inconceivable.

But now they were really seeing someone do it.

"You dare to hit me, I am..."

"Slap!"

Before Wen Zicong could finish, Wang Hao delivered another slap.

No matter who you are, today you provoked me, Wang Hao first, so there’s only one outcome.

Seeing Wang Hao’s two slaps swelling Wen Zicong’s face like a puffed pastry, the people around were equally stunned.

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"Slap, slap!"

Wen Zicong wanted to argue, but Wang Hao unhesitatingly delivered two more slaps.

Wen Zicong was dazed, sitting on the ground with stars in his eyes.

"Lick it now!"

Wang Hao glared at Wen Zicong and bellowed.

Seeing Wang Hao’s fierce eyes, Wen Zicong was trembling all over, opening and closing his mouth without daring to argue a word.

Hearing about the fight outside, the hotel’s security manager immediately took people to investigate the situation.

"Who is causing trouble here?"

The security manager was tall and burly, clearly a formidable character. He bellowed from afar before even reaching the scene.

Arriving in front of Wang Hao and seeing Wen Zicong looking like a battered pig’s head, the security manager’s face darkened and his glare turned to Wang Hao.

"You little punk, do you have a death wish, daring to hit our young master!"

The security manager glared menacingly and then waved to the dozen security guards behind him.

The dozen security guards upon seeing the signal, immediately ran over and surrounded Wang Hao.

"Teach this brat a good lesson, I’ll take responsibility if he’s killed!"

Seeing Wang Hao surrounded by so many, seemingly unable to escape, Wen Zicong suddenly regained his courage and got up shouting.

But he completely underestimated Wang Hao’s ability.

No sooner had Wen Zicong’s words fallen than Wang Hao leaped up with a kick, sending Wen Zicong crashing onto the street.

"Screech—"

A sharp braking sound instantly filled the street as a luxury car almost hit Wen Zicong.

"Ah—"

Although the car didn’t hit him, Wen Zicong was so frightened that he screamed and sprawled on the ground unable to move, his body breaking out in a cold sweat and tears flowing uncontrollably.

The security manager was also quite frightened. If something happened to Wen Zicong on his watch, how would he explain it to his superiors?

"Beat this bastard to death, beat him mercilessly!"

The startled security manager vented all his anger on Wang Hao, leading more than a dozen guards who pulled out batons and rushed at Wang Hao.

"Stop!"

As Wang Hao was about to fight back, a fierce shout came from the recently halted luxury car. Looking back, Wen Xiangyong stepped out of the car...