Name: My father Yuan Mu

Niu Dali on the side was stunned. He really didn't expect things to develop to this point. He also didn't expect that Yuan Zhihao, who usually called him Uncle Dali, actually had such a bad temper.

This is not Niu Dali's fault. After all, Yuan Zhihao always gives people the impression of being gentle, kind, and mild-tempered. He does not have the arrogance and domineering attitude of other second-generations. But looking at him today, he really made a mistake before.

When Yuan Zhihao becomes domineering, he is no less arrogant than those second-generations, and he is even more imposing. Although he is only eleven years old, Zhao Ruilong, who is in his twenties, is three points less imposing in front of him.

Zhao Ruilong was stunned by Yuan Zhihao's sudden move. He was indeed a little timid in his heart, but then he was overwhelmed by shame. He was actually scared by an eleven-year-old kid. If this got out, how would he, Zhao Ruilong, survive in Handong in the future?

"Fuck! You little bastard! Who are you talking to?" Zhao Ruilong pointed at Yuan Zhihao's nose and was about to curse, but the next moment he screamed.

Yuan Zhihao stretched out his right hand like lightning, grabbed Zhao Ruilong's finger and bent it hard. His entire finger was bent into an arc by Yuan Zhihao, and Zhao Ruilong screamed in pain.

"I fucking hate it most when people point their fingers at me!" Yuan Zhihao said coldly.

"You're looking for death!" Zhao Ruilong endured the pain and kicked Yuan Zhihao in the stomach.

Zhao Ruilong is already in his twenties this year and has grown fully, about 1.75 meters tall, while Yuan Zhihao is only 1.6 meters tall. When Zhao Ruilong raises his foot, he can kick Yuan Zhihao in the stomach.

Unfortunately, Yuan Zhihao won't let him have his wish. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing for him, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, to be kicked by Zhao Ruilong?

He dodged to the right, clenched his right fist, swung it and hit Zhao Ruilong's cheek hard.

"Bang!" The punch hit the bull's eye. Yuan Zhihao used almost all his strength, hitting Zhao Ruilong so hard that he retreated repeatedly and fell to the ground on the chair behind him.

It was not until this moment that Niu Dali reacted. When he wanted to go forward to help Yuan Zhihao, he found that Zhao Ruilong was already lying on the ground. He stood there in a daze for a moment.

"Xiaohao, this..." Niu Dali was about to say something when he saw Yuan Zhihao rushing towards Zhao Ruilong quickly, punching and kicking Zhao Ruilong who was lying on the ground.

"Fuck! Fuck you! You're so fucking awesome! No one has ever spoken to me like that since I was a kid. What a fucking dick you got!!"

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" Zhao Ruilong curled up, held his head in his hands and begged for mercy.

"Xiaohao! Xiaohao! Forget it! Forget it!" Niu Dali on the side saw this. Zhao Ruilong's face was already covered in blood. He was afraid that something would happen in the fight, so he hurried forward to stop Yuan Zhihao.

"Let me tell you! Today I'm going to teach you a lesson. In Handong, no one more powerful than me is allowed to exist!" Yuan Zhihao kicked Zhao Ruilong hard and shouted.

Zhao Ruilong lay on the ground groaning, and Yuan Zhihao kicked him again when he saw this.

"You're fucking deaf!"

"I heard it, I heard it!" Zhao Ruilong no longer dared to pretend to be deaf and shouted repeatedly.

"piss off!!"

Zhao Ruilong was as if he had been pardoned. He stood up and ran out of the door, looking like he wished his parents had given him a few more legs.

In fact, although Zhao Ruilong's face was covered in blood at this time, he was actually fine. The blood was all from his nose. When Yuan Zhihao hit him, he chose the right place to hit him, which made him feel pain but not get hurt. This was taught to him by Yuan Mu and several other people who taught him martial arts.

After Zhao Ruilong left, Niu Dali's face was full of worry.

"Xiao Hao! Isn't it a bad idea to do this?"

"Oh, Uncle Dali, don't worry, nothing happened. I tell you, this kid just deserves a beating. If he comes again next time, tell me and I will beat him up!" Yuan Zhihao waved his hand nonchalantly.

In fact, there are several reasons why he did this. First, in his previous life, he disliked Zhao Ruilong and wanted to beat him up, but due to his personality, he never fulfilled this wish. Now he has fulfilled his wish from his previous life.

Secondly, since he had already started a new life and was planning to live a different life, if he wanted to beat up Zhao Ruilong, then he could have done it. What else could he do? Who was his father? His father was Yuan Mu!

Third, there's also the Niu Dali factor involved, and Zhao Ruilong is too arrogant, and he's doing this even though he knows his identity. This is completely disrespectful to him or to Yuan Mu behind him. Can he tolerate this? Absolutely not!

To sum up, beating Zhao Ruilong today is definitely not a coincidence. If he has the chance in the future, he will beat the other party sooner or later. Today he just brought the time forward.

"Xiao Hao, will this cause trouble for Brother Yuan?"

In fact, if Yuan Zhihao had been slower just now, Niu Dali would definitely rush forward. He would not consider Zhao Ruilong's identity, but only whether Yuan Zhihao would suffer a loss. He would not hesitate even if it meant offending Zhao Lichun. Everything today was given by Yuan Mu, and at worst he would just return it to him.

But since the incident has already happened and Yuan Zhihao has not suffered any loss, what we should consider now is the subsequent impact. Will this incident have a negative impact on Yuan Mu?

"Oh, Uncle Dali, don't worry, there's no problem at all. This is just a fight between us juniors, so it won't be a big deal. Besides, my father and his father don't get along, and they're not from the same faction in the province."

"Now Zhao Ruilong dares to touch you even though he knows that you are my father's relative. That means he doesn't take my father seriously at all. I beat him today to teach him a lesson. I will beat him again next time!" Yuan Zhihao waved his hand nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Niu Dali felt a little relieved.

"That's what I said, but I'd better call Brother Yuan later."

"Well, that's what I should do. I'll make one later." Yuan Zhihao nodded.

Let’s not talk about it here and move the picture to the other side.

Zhao Ruilong hurriedly covered his face and ran out of the Shake-A-Shake Restaurant and got straight into his car.

Perhaps because it was dark, the driver did not see clearly that Zhao Ruilong was injured, so he looked in the rearview mirror and asked for instructions as usual.

"Mr. Zhao, where are we going?"

"go home!"

The driver nodded, then started the car and drove towards the family compound.

Zhao Ruilong was now extremely angry and humiliated, and at the same time, he was a little afraid of Yuan Zhihao.

He was angry that he was beaten in Jingzhou, and humiliated that he was beaten by a man who was a dozen years younger than him. He had no power to fight back. He was afraid because Yuan Zhihao gave him a strong sense of oppression. He was not very old, so he would be a little scared when encountering such a thing.