Chapter 268: A Stick And A Sweet Date
Ximen Chuimaopi’s thoughts raced, and in his inner heart, it was as if a game between good and evil was unfolding.
His expression, influenced by his inner turmoil, shifted from relief to unwillingness, from a downpour to a bolt from the blue. It was self-evidently spectacular.
Not long after, Ximen Chuimaopi suddenly awoke from his thoughts. He waved at Ximen Hu Xiaoqing. When Ximen Hu Xiaoqing approached him, he delivered a big slap.
“Slap!”
“You damn brat! How dare you, a young youngster, speak ill of someone like our teacher? You blind fool, how dare you throw mud at a figure like our teacher?”
Ximen Hu Xiaoqing was stunned by the slap from his father. He was about to explain something, but upon seeing the fiery glare in Ximen Chuimaopi’s eyes, he instantly wilted.
He truly dared not say another word in front of his father.
Because Ximen Chuimaopi’s eyes at this moment held not just an impulse to spew fire, but also an air of a true hero about to enact righteousness even at the cost of his own kin, despite the saying that even tigers do not eat their cubs.
Ximen Hu Xiaoqing trembled uncontrollably from fear.
“Dad, Dad, Dad, I, I, I.”
Even his speech became incredibly halting, just like Old Second, who had a sudden bout of senile dementia at the east end of the village.
Seeing this, Ximen Chuimaopi was furious. He pushed away the brother who was supporting him and delivered another flying kick to Ximen Hu Xiaoqing.
“I’ll beat your mother! How could I have a son like you? You little brat! Why aren’t you kowtowing and confessing to the teacher yet? Your mother’s! If you dare to speak another false word, I’ll break your dog legs when I get home! Did you hear me?”
Ximen Hu Xiaoqing was so scared by his father that he was panic-stricken. He thought about it; his biological father had never scolded him so harshly, even in private, let alone in front of outsiders, since he was born.
Ever since he could remember, no matter how unrestrained he was, or even how outrageous his actions were, his father had never treated him like this.
His mood at this moment was a mixture of unwillingness and a hint of shame. This also evolved into a trace of venomous resentment, and he shot me a fierce glare.
I took all this in, and without changing my expression, I walked forward and patted Ximen Chuimaopi’s shoulder; “Young brother Maopi, you are still very young, and you can have more sons. With your ability, any son you have next will surely be extraordinary. You must not let a brat ruin your devotion.”
Of course, I don’t mean anything else by saying this. The way this kid looked at me, it was as if I had stolen his milk. If this child grows up with such a state of mind, I’m afraid he will bring utter disaster to your Ximen Family. It’s possible that your family won’t even have a single person with hair left. If you’re not afraid of being ridiculed by worldly people, then old brother, I won’t trouble myself. I’ll be a guest at your Ximen Family tonight. Have your people line up, and wait for me to shave them all bald~! Alas… don’t say I’m being wicked later. I’m a professional deceiver, uh, no, a professional barber with twenty years of experience. As for the fee, you can decide. Ten human lives for each bald head will do. I don’t ask for much; after all, I can’t eat that much even if you give me more. As the old saying goes, eat only eight-tenths full; eating too much is unbearable, and it’s easy to get diarrhea.”
I didn’t leave any room for Ximen Hu Xiaoqing at all. I intentionally used both enticement and intimidation on Ximen Chuimaopi, for fear that this son of a bitch wouldn’t have the heart to properly torment his worthless son.
Ximen Chuimaopi instantly understood my intention. However, Ximen Hu Xiaoqing had no tact at all.
After hearing my words, he pointed at my nose and opened his mouth to curse.
Seeing this, Ximen Chuimaopi slapped his idiotic son again; “Damn it! Haven’t you learned your lesson yet? Can’t you tell good from bad, or what? Teacher means, if you knew what’s good for you and wanted me to spare your life, you big idiot! How could someone as intelligent as me have such an idiot for a son!”
After scolding, Ximen Chuimaopi immediately wanted to give Ximen Hu Xiaoqing a good beating. He even reached out and grabbed the white-cloth-wrapped, club-like object from his subordinate to strike Ximen Hu Xiaoqing.
I quickly intervened; “No, no, brother, he’s still a child, how can you hit him like that? Won’t he get hurt?”
As I spoke, I grabbed the great scythe from the other person’s hand; “Here, take this, you use it to give him a quick end! Otherwise, even if you beat him badly, he won’t die easily~!”
Ximen Chuimaopi was stunned, looking at the great scythe in my hand. He wanted to take it, but was afraid of really sending his stupid son away with one strike. If he didn’t take it, he felt he couldn’t back down.
Ximen Hu Xiaoqing was truly scared at this moment. His look at me no longer dared to show any disrespect; it was even filled with fear.
This little bitch son was genuinely afraid I would force his father to chop him up!
People, before facing imminent disaster and death, cannot let go of all sorts of things. Money, women, status, fame, face, dignity – each is very important to them. But once they are in a life-and-death situation, these truly become nothing. Nothing is as practical as staying alive.
Seeing that I had cornered his father to this extent, Ximen Hu Xiaoqing had no retreat.
With a “pat,” he directly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me; “Wuwuwu, Teacher, I was wrong, I was truly wrong. I will never dare to do it again. I beg you, considering my young age, to be merciful and spare Little Tiger’s life.”
After speaking to me, Ximen Hu Xiaoqing then pleaded with his father; “Father, your son knows he was wrong. Your son will never dare to stir up trouble or intentionally lie to deceive you again. I beg you, Father, please ask the Teacher to give your son an opportunity to reform and become human again, Father~! I truly know I was wrong.”
Seeing this, Ximen Chuimaopi’s subordinates glanced lightly, not daring to say much, and understandingly walked away to a distance.
Ximen Chuimaopi looked at me, his expression hesitating. He wanted to plead for mercy but didn’t know how to start. He was still somewhat unwilling to truly chop up his son.
I looked at Ximen Chuimaopi and grinned wickedly, making him tremble.
But in my heart, I knew it was wise not to push people to their death. It is smart to hit someone with a stick and then give them a sweet date.
So, going with the flow, I gave this father and child a way to save face; “That Thing, old roughcast, that’s not it, that’s it, Brother Ximen, you should stop. Since this child knows he was wrong, how can you, his father, not let it go? A couple of hits are enough, right? Do you really want to chop him with a knife? I’m just kidding, you must not take it seriously!”
