A Divine Farmer

Chapter 286

Chapter 286 - Longer Face!

Those with broken arms were inconvenienced but managed to stand aside, while those with broken legs couldn't stand at all.

Zhang Xiaolong didn't give them a hard time. With a few quick pinches, he miraculously healed their broken legs.

As they were feeling fortunate that it was their legs and not their arms that were broken—saving them a long recovery—Zhang Xiaolong pinched their arms.

Now, those who had cried over broken legs cried over broken arms as well.

His masterful skill had scared them into silence; no one dared complain, and they all stood obediently to the side, awaiting instructions.

“Stay here and keep watch. If anyone else comes to cause trouble, it's on you to deal with them. In a day, your arms will heal. If you can't handle it, leave now. Come back, and you'll lose your arms and legs for good,” Zhang Xiaolong warned them with a stern gaze. “Don't bother with the hospital. Even if a doctor sets your bones, I'll just break them again. Let's see which is faster: healing or breaking.”

Subdued, none of the men wanted to test Zhang Xiaolong's words.

Turning around, Wang Wei knew exactly what to do and quickly led the way to the Chu Sect's fourth uncle.

The so-called Chu Sect turned out to be a villa, albeit in a rather secluded location with a dark, eerie entrance.

Once inside, however, the lavish and refined decor was a sight to behold. Clearly, the fourth uncle enjoyed the finer things in life.

Music and lights filled the villa's main hall, where a party seemed to be in full swing.

“It's… It's the fourth uncle's son's birthday…” Wang Wei quickly explained, catching Zhang Xiaolong's look.

“Oh?” Zhang Xiaolong chuckled. “Looks like we've arrived just in time. It's a shame I didn't bring a gift. Could you announce my arrival?”

Wang Wei thought to himself, ‘Whatever you're planning, the fourth uncle won't appreciate it. This isn't a birthday visit; it feels more like a challenge at a martial arts school.'

He was quite eager to distance himself from Zhang Xiaolong. Having been through recent events, he no longer saw Zhang Xiaolong as just a pretty face. And if he were, he'd be the most fearsome one in the world.

“Fourth Uncle…”

“Disgusting!”

The moment Wang Wei entered, the previously calm atmosphere shattered. The birthday cake, candles still lit, sat untouched as the young boy, who appeared no older than seven or eight, lost his temper. He snatched up a plate and hurled it at Wang Wei, who didn't even try to dodge, merely bending over slightly.

”You're back,” Fourth Uncle said, a hint of joy crossing his face as he saw Wang Wei. “So, did those girls agree to give up the formula?”

“Uh…” Wang Wei struggled to find words that would temper the rising anger.

“Did you botch the job?” Fourth Uncle's face remained stoic, but his eyes flashed dangerously. “You seem to be getting more incompetent with age, even more so than me.”

“No, Fourth Uncle, it's not like that. We encountered a man named Zhang Xiaolong. He's a tough one; he broke all our brothers' bones,” Wang Wei explained hastily. “He's… He's right outside…”

“Idiot! You brought a stranger into our midst? Have you forgotten the rules?” Fourth Uncle leapt to his feet in fury, delivering a sharp slap to Wang Wei.

“Yes, yes… I deserve to die, I…” Wang Wei didn't dare to retaliate, only pleading for mercy.

Fourth Uncle remained unemotional. “Good that you know you deserve to die. Times have changed. I don't want your life, just break two of his fingers for his first offense.”

“Fourth Uncle, please, spare me this once,” Wang Wei pleaded, knowing that a minute's delay could cost him dearly.

“Isn't it someone's birthday today? Isn't it bad luck to see blood on such an occasion?” Zhang Xiaolong entered the room at a measured pace. “Since Fourth Uncle doesn't seem to welcome me, I had to let myself in.”

The boy erupted in anger once more, pointing at Zhang Xiaolong and yelling, “Get lost! I didn't invite you to my party. Get out now!”

He then turned to Fourth Uncle and bellowed, “Is this really how you celebrate my birthday? Why are there so many losers here? Kick them all out and give that guy a beating until he bleeds!”

Zhang Xiaolong's brow furrowed slightly as he observed the child's intense demeanor, a clear indication of the kind of man his fourth uncle was.

“Take the young master away,” Fourth Uncle commanded, unbothered, signaling for his men to escort the child out.

Despite the child's reluctance, he complied after Fourth Uncle spoke.

“Now, would you mind explaining your presence here?” Fourth Uncle asked calmly.

“It seems you've got it backward. I'm here because I heard you were interested in purchasing my cosmetics formula,” Zhang Xiaolong replied, choosing a chair and sitting down with an air of nonchalance, despite the growing number of bodyguards surrounding him. “Or are you going to deny your involvement?”

Fourth Uncle shot Wang Wei a glance and let out a cold chuckle. “It's been quite some time since anyone dared to come here seeking an explanation. My men have grown somewhat inept, it seems. But since you've come all this way, let's have a conversation. Speak your mind. I'll overlook the interruption of my son's birthday party for now.”

“Good. I appreciate your directness,” Zhang Xiaolong stated, looking up. “From this moment on, keep your people away from my company. If they continue to cause trouble, it won't matter whether it's Chu Sect or any other: they'll all be out of business.”

Fourth Uncle erupted into laughter at Zhang Xiaolong's bold statement. His gaze upon Zhang Xiaolong turned amused. “Young man, you must be unfamiliar with the reputation of Chu Sect. Considering it's your first time here and you're unaware of our ways, someone show this gentleman what we're about!”

An associate stepped forward, winding up to deliver a slap to Zhang Xiaolong's face.

But before the slap could connect, the man's legs gave way, and he crumpled to the ground, clutching his leg and crying out in agony.

“So this is what you call making a good impression,” Zhang Xiaolong said as he rose to his feet, surveying the room. “Anyone else interested in ‘enlightening' me?”

Fourth Uncle narrowed his eyes, taken aback by Wang Wei's unexpected defeat. It was only then that he realized the man before him was a true master. The technique was beyond his comprehension, but the result was clear: his man's leg was broken.

“You've got some nerve, but let me make it clear: this isn't the place for your antics. You might take down one person, but what about a hundred? Or even a thousand?” Fourth Uncle scoffed. “Anyone else care to put him in his place?”

With a thunderous rumble, a dense mass of thugs stepped forward in unison. There were hundreds of them, and their sheer presence was enough to overwhelm anyone.

Yet, Zhang Xiaolong remained seated, unfazed. He simply flashed a smile and challenged, “Really? Show me what you've got!”