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Chapter 663 When Did You Say Let Him Go
Zhao Changchun is almost at the point of desperation now, he is crying and nodding his head like a pest: "Okay, now, right now! Hu Ming, go and take down the plaque outside the door now!"

"Master!"

"If I'm still your master, you go now!" Zhao Changchun ordered through gritted teeth.

Hu Ming stared blankly at Zhao Changchun for three seconds, sighed, and called several people to walk out the door together.

"Young Master Chen, should you be satisfied this time?" Zhao Changchun gave Chen Hao a cautious look.

Chen Hao nodded.

"Then, Young Master Chen, do you agree to let Cong'er go?" Zhao Changchun continued to ask.

The corner of Chen Hao's mouth twitched suddenly.

"Zhao Changchun, I think you may have misunderstood something."

After a pause, Chen Hao said coldly: "I am here this time to take over the martial arts gym. This is to avenge my friend."

Saying that, Chen Hao looked at Zhao Zhicong: "However, your son disobeyed me later, it seems that I haven't settled the grudge with him yet?"

"This……"

Hearing Chen Hao's words, Zhao Changchun couldn't help trembling with fright.

Originally thought that taking down the plaque of Changchun Martial Arts Hall would be the end of the matter, but Zhao Changchun looked at Chen Hao and thought that he had underestimated him too much before.

However, Zhao Zhicong was only 16 years old, when he was the youngest and most energetic. He was completely unable to fight back when he was beaten by Chen Hao, so he was very dissatisfied in his heart.

Now seeing his father kneeling down to Chen Hao and agreeing to remove the plaque, Zhao Zhicong felt that Zhao Changchun was very useless, and felt even more unhappy.

Cracking up from the ground, Zhao Zhicong yelled at Chen Hao: "You horse rider, don't you just rely on how many fists you know? If you have the guts, you will kill me. When the time comes, the police will come. You don't even want to live!"

"Cong'er! Apologize to Young Master Chen!" Zhao Changchun cursed angrily from the side.

"Dad, are you confused? You are also a well-known expert in Jiangyin City. What happened? You knelt down to him and apologized to him. Why are you living more and more useless?!"

"Nizi! Shut up!" Zhao Changchun was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Just because you're useless doesn't mean that everyone in the Zhao family is useless!"

Zhao Zhicong spoke in an imposing manner, clenched his fists tightly, looked at Chen Hao and said coldly: "Don't you think you are hanging yourself? Come on, keep fighting!"

Chen Hao hooked his lips with a smile.

Since Zhao Zhicong insisted on continuing the fight, Chen Hao had no objection.

Anyway, if he continued to fight, he wouldn't lose a piece of flesh and rub some skin. He only needed to move his hands and feet, and Zhao Zhicong would be sent flying if he couldn't even touch his clothes.

The difference in strength between the two is too great, but this is the only point that the young and vigorous Zhao Zhicong can't see through.

Seeing Zhao Zhicong attacking him with clenched fists, Chen Hao raised his foot and kicked on his knee.

With a sound of "Peng", Zhao Zhicong flew out again like a kite with a broken string.

This time, he was kicked and rolled on the ground several times, his forehead hit the concrete floor violently, rubbing a bloodstain more than ten centimeters long.

"Hmm--" Zhao Zhicong, who fell on the ground, only felt the stars popping up in front of his eyes, followed by a feeling of spinning around.

Holding his chest with one hand and twitching on the ground a few times, Zhao Zhicong let out a roar, knelt down on one knee, and slowly got up from the ground.

Bright red blood rolled down from the corner of his forehead, but Zhao Zhicong didn't seem to feel any pain, stood up with a grim face, and rushed towards Chen Hao again.

"Rebel!"

Zhao Changchun, who was standing on the side, couldn't stand it anymore, stopped in front of Zhao Zhicong the moment he rushed out, raised his hand and slapped him.

The crisp applause sounded, and everyone including Zhao Zhicong was petrified.

Anyone who has been in the martial arts gym for a while knows that Zhao Changchun is very fond of his only son, and he is afraid of melting in his mouth. Let alone beating, he has never even heard a few words of scolding. .

But now, Zhao Changchun actually directly raised his hand and slapped Zhao Zhicong, one can imagine how shocked he was.

After the slap, Zhao Changchun looked at his right hand that was in mid-air, and couldn't help trembling slightly.

The facial muscles twitched violently, and in the next second, Zhao Changchun knelt down in front of Chen Hao again.

"Young Master Chen, Cong'er is ignorant, and please forgive him, my lord, because he is too young to understand the rules. I, as a father, apologize for him. You can't do it in my martial arts school." For the sake of nothing, spare his life!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Zhicong fell to the ground weakly, and faintly snorted a puff of gas from his nostrils.

He closed his eyes, unwilling to look at Zhao Changchun's useless look again, but the fist hanging by his side was unconsciously clenched.

"I didn't say I wanted his life."

"Thank you, Young Master Chen, thank you Young Master Chen." Zhao Changchun breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could swallow his breath completely, the next second, Chen Hao's words made him dumbfounded——

"Let him cripple his hands and feet, and I will pretend that what happened today never happened!" Chen Hao said coldly.

"what?!"

Zhao Changchun said in his heart that if the hands and feet of the horse were all abolished, what is the difference between death and death?
Zhao Zhicong is only 16 years old, if both his hands and feet are crippled, how will he spend the next few decades?

"What? Is there a problem?"

Chen Hao looked at Zhao Changchun condescendingly, his gaze was like a torch, giving people a penetrating and shocking power.

Zhao Changchun swallowed in fright: "Young Master Chen, isn't this crippled hands and feet too cruel? Cong'er is still young, and his future life..."

"Can't it be done?!" Chen Hao suddenly raised his voice.

"You can do it, Young Master Chen, don't be angry!" Zhao Changchun nodded immediately in fright.

Although it is cruel to lose both hands and feet, it is much luckier than losing one's life.

Glancing faintly at Zhao Zhicong who was shrinking on the ground, Chen Hao said with a sneer: "I see him now, it would be difficult for him to cripple his hands and feet, Zhao Changchun, he is your son after all, why don't you go over there?" help him?"

"This..." Zhao Changchun wanted to cry but had no tears.

There is a saying that a tiger's poison does not eat its son. After all, Zhao Zhicong is his son. How can he let him abolish his son's hands and feet?

Chen Haomai kicked his feet: "Since you are hesitant, then I will reluctantly help you."

"Don't, don't, Young Master Chen, I... I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!" Zhao Changchun gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes.

Chen Hao retracted his feet and stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for Zhao Changchun to do it himself.

Zhao Changchun stood up slowly and walked towards Zhao Zhicong with difficulty.

Zhao Zhicong was so frightened that his eyes widened and his lips trembled constantly: "Dad, are you really going to do something to me?"

Hu Ming and others who were standing by could not bear to watch anymore. Many people turned their backs one after another, unable to bear to watch the cruel scene that happened next.

(End of this chapter)