Chapter 189: 189: Promising Talent Zhao Dong_1

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Promising Talent Zhao Dong_1

After handling Zhao Dong’s affair, Xu Fan walked over to Chen Lele, whose mother had just experienced quite a scare. Chen Lele had been comforting her mother, and only when the fierce-looking thugs obediently tidied up the clothing store once again did Chen Lixin slowly come back to her senses, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Shitou Ge still lay on the ground like a dead pig. Xu Fan glanced at his corpulent body with disgust and said to Zhao Dong, “Have someone take this eyesore out and throw him onto the street.”

Zhao Dong, now the nominal boss of the few thugs, stretched out his hand, pointed at them, and ordered, “Throw that fatso on the ground out.”

The men looked at each other in dismay. Just a moment ago, they were underlings to fat Shitou Ge. Now they were Zhao Dong’s underlings, and Zhao Dong’s first command targeted Shitou Ge himself.

Therefore, they were quite conflicted. Although Shitou Ge wasn’t any good and had bullied them plenty when he was their boss, they were still uncomfortable with turning on Shitou Ge so suddenly.

Zhao Dong saw that his orders had not been followed and immediately became slightly angry.

Xu Fan had said all he needed to say and done all he had to do. Now, it was time for him to assert his authority. If he couldn’t subdue these few underlings, how would he become the boss of the city’s south within two months?

“Out of the six of you, only five will carry this fatso. The remaining one must be the most loyal and will stay by the fatso’s side, awaiting settlement,” Zhao Dong said coldly. “Fat Shitou has two arms, two legs, and a dead head. Whichever part you grab is yours; the one who grabs nothing will be the one to hit the streets.”

No sooner had Zhao Dong’s voice faded than a crazed look appeared on the faces of the six thugs. While they had been hesitating earlier, not wanting to be the first to obey, the introduction of competition and the threat of elimination made it clear that not acting first could mean becoming the last. They had already been “on the streets” once, and another fall could mean they might not rise again.

Almost instantly, all six rushed madly towards fat Shitou Ge, each eager to seize a part of his body.

Shitou Ge’s arms and legs were quickly grabbed, leaving only his fat head remaining.

The two who had failed to secure a part of Shitou Ge’s body were now visibly jealous as they scrambled like pulling up radishes, fighting over Shitou Ge’s head.

In that instant, the two-hundred-pound hulk sprinted at the speed of a 100-meter dash to where Brother Stone was being carried by five men. He then reached out with his stout hand and violently grabbed beneath Brother Stone.

“What are you trying to do... ah... ah... ah... ah... ah...” Brother Stone let out a miserable wail.

The junior’s face was filled with excitement, finally having dodged a bullet, avoiding the fate of ending up a deadbeat like Brother Stone.

“Guys, slow down a bit, the spot I’m holding is too small, it might slip...” he said while walking and talking to the others.

“Just grip it tightly and you’ll be fine!” one of them replied.

“Yeah, we can’t walk fast carrying something this heavy,” another added.

As Brother Stone was being carried by the group, waves of pain shot up his leg. Hearing the conversation around him, he nearly died of rage on the spot.

Xu Fan was quite satisfied with Zhao Dong’s handling and waved at him, “Keep that fatty quiet. He’s screaming like we’re slaughtering a pig! If others hear, they might think we’re abusing an animal.”

“Got it,” Zhao Dong commanded, pointing at the junior carrying Brother Stone’s feet, “Take off his shoes, grab his socks, and gag him for me!”

The two juniors, who dared not defy Zhao Dong’s order, quickly and efficiently removed Brother Stone’s leather shoes and tossed them out the front door of the clothing store.

As soon as the shoes were taken off, Brother Stone’s stinky feet began to emit a sour smell.

The two juniors covered their noses and hurriedly removed Brother Stone’s holey socks. They then took the two odoriferous socks, squeezed them, and stuffed them into the incessantly shouting Brother Stone’s mouth.

“Mmm mmm mmm, I won’t forgive you...” Brother Stone struggled, trying to spit out his own smelly socks. However, the juniors had stuffed them in deep and with all his effort, Brother Stone still couldn’t spit them out, also tasting the sock flavor for quite some time.