Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Faced with Zhou Xiaoyu's questioning, Zhao Wenhao just shrugged lightly, sneered contemptuously, and then walked forward slowly.

Every step he took carried an invisible sense of oppression, and he stopped only when he reached Zhou Xiaoyu.

At this time, Zhou Xiaoyu was forced to retreat repeatedly by Zhao Wenhao's powerful aura. His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the extremely tense atmosphere, but his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand, and he could only make some vague whimpers.

Finally, Zhou Xiaoyu mustered up the courage and yelled with all his strength, "What do you want?"

However, his roar did not make Zhao Wenhao retreat in the slightest.

On the contrary, Zhao Wenhao's eyes, which originally had a slight smile on them, instantly became extremely sharp, like two cold rays of light shooting straight at Zhou Xiaoyu.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Hmph! Zhou Xiaoyu, I really underestimated you! I didn't expect you to be so bold as to hire an assassin again to take my life! I didn't bother with you too much before, but I didn't expect you to do it again. How do you think I should deal with a fool like you who doesn't know how to live or die?"

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaoyu's face turned even paler, and his lips trembled with fear.

He opened his mouth and tried to defend himself, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.

For a moment, the surroundings fell into deathly silence, with only the heavy breathing of the two people intertwined and echoing in this small space.

At this moment, Zhao Wenhao suddenly moved.

He swung his arm, and with a crisp "slap" sound, a loud slap landed hard on Zhou Xiaoyu's cheek.

The slap was so powerful that Zhou Xiaoyu staggered and almost fell to the ground.

He covered his swollen face with his hands, his eyes filled with fear and despair, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Before Zhou Xiaoyu could come to his senses, he saw Zhao Wenhao rushing forward like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, and kicking him hard on the thick thigh.

This sudden attack left Zhou Xiaoyu completely unable to react.

He felt a sharp pain in his leg, and his body involuntarily lost balance. He staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhou Xiaoyu was in a terrible state at this moment. He lay on the cold ground like a frightened rabbit, not even daring to breathe.

Faced with such a powerful Zhao Wenhao and others, he knew very well that if he didn't beg for mercy quickly, he would probably suffer a lot today.

He ignored the pain and the dust on his body and begged, "Please, spare me! If you can spare me, I will find a way to get it for you, no matter what you want, even the stars and the moon in the sky!"

However, although Zhou Xiaoyu was begging for mercy at this time, he was secretly thinking about how to escape this disaster.

He knew very well that since Zhao Wenhao and his gang were able to find this place, they would definitely not let him escape easily.

The only thing to do now is to give in temporarily, pretend to be pitiful, and pray that the other party will be kind enough to just beat him up to vent his anger and then let it go.

After all, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood!

As long as I can luckily escape this disaster today, there will always be a chance to seek revenge on them in the future.

At this moment, Zhao Wenhao seemed to see through Zhou Xiaoyu's inner thoughts.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sly smile, then he slowly walked forward, raised his foot, and stepped mercilessly on the back of Zhou Xiaoyu's head.

Zhou Xiaoyu felt as if his head was being pressed down by a huge force, and he could hardly breathe.

"Zhou Xiaoyu, what are you still thinking about at this time?"

"No, no, no, this is absolutely impossible! I beg you to have mercy on me. If you can spare my life today, I promise to stay away from you for the rest of my life and never oppose you again!

Wherever you appear, I will retreat and stay three miles away from you!

Please be magnanimous and give me a way to live!

Everything that happened in the past was my fault. It was all my fault for being ignorant and arrogant, which offended such a great man like you! "

Zhou Xiaoyu was terrified at this moment, trembling all over. While begging incoherently, he raised his trembling hands and slapped his cheeks hard.

"Clap clap clap!"

The crisp and loud sound of slaps echoed one after another in this small room.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Xiaoyu's cheeks swelled up rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning red like ripe apples.

However, despite this, he did not dare to stop the movements of his hands, and whipped himself hard again and again.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao stood quietly aside, staring at the scene in front of him with an expressionless face.

His eyes were as cold as ice, without a trace of mercy, as if he was watching an insignificant farce.

He was completely unmoved by Zhou Xiaoyu's pleading for mercy and self-harming behavior. He just watched silently, like a bystander.

Zhou Xiaoyu continued to slap himself regardless of anything. Blood was already seeping from the corner of his mouth, but he seemed unaware and did not stop his hands.

As time went by, his resentment towards Zhao Wenhao became stronger and stronger.

Unfortunately, at this moment he knew very well that he was powerless to resist, and all his resentment could only be buried deep in his heart, not daring to show it in the slightest.

Finally, Zhou Xiaoyu, like a deflated ball, slowly lowered his arm, which had been so sore that he was almost losing sensation.

He raised his head and his eyes inadvertently met Zhao Wenhao's.

What made him feel disgusted and angry was that Zhao Wenhao had been staring at him with an extremely disgusting look, as if he was watching a clown show.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaoyu suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap carefully designed by Zhao Wenhao from the very beginning.

He clearly realized that all his previous efforts were in vain.

The dozens of slaps that hit him hard in the face not only failed to arouse Zhao Wenhao's slightest sympathy, but instead aroused his teasing mood.

For a moment, a strong anger surged in his heart like a volcanic eruption, instantly submerging him completely.

He felt like his eyes were about to spit out fire, and the hatred in his heart grew wildly like weeds, and could no longer be suppressed.