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Chapter 294: Chapter 140: What a coincidence, we meet again!_2
Uh, it stiffened up a bit.
"Dude, it was wrong of me to curse at you, but that doesn’t give you the right to just slap us around, does it?"
Watching Mr. Wang argue fiercely yet timidly, Su Huai almost burst out laughing.
Furious Sicong, the type who resorts to violence at the drop of a hat, was this all?
"What if I didn’t film?
Su Huai stepped forward again, closing in to less than a meter from Mr. Wang, almost bumping into that Doudou.
He pinched his phone between two fingers, held it up to Mr. Wang’s face, and shook it, making a fierce face to appear as intimidating as possible.
"You better think carefully which bone you think is superfluous, and then lay it on the line as a wager for me to let you check the phone right away.
If I did film you, that’s my fault, and I’ll kneel and apologize to both of you.
If I didn’t film..."
Gou Huai paused, his voice suddenly turned cold, "I’ll personally snap that bone off you!"
Honestly, without exaggeration, in just that moment, sweat bloomed on Mr. Wang’s forehead.
His eyes darted about, his gaze drifted from Su Huai’s chest to his abdomen, then quickly averted as if scalded, looking left and right, failing to find a single security guard or henchman, and his lips began to tremble.
Sicong was all too aware of his own combat capability.
Four against one might not guarantee a neat victory, and for 1V1, it all depended on the grade level—anything above seventh grade would be tough, below fourth grade, firmly in hand.
But what level was this devilish muscle man?
At the very least a professional, right?!
And it was not just fear, he suddenly realized he might indeed be in the wrong.
It looked like Su Huai might truly not have filmed, and there he was, having offended the man from the start...
"Uh... if you didn’t film, then you didn’t film..."
Why are you shouting then?
Mr. Wang was utterly dispirited, but he really had never bowed down to anyone, and was born incapable of properly apologizing.
So, even though his voice was already trembling, he still put on airs of the boss.
So damn interesting!
Su Huai was internally delighted, yet his expression grew even more severe.
"Here, check it yourself."
Gou Huai unlocked the phone, casually handed it over to Doudou, then grabbed Mr. Wang’s arm and clamped down on his shoulder blade with his other hand.
He pressed his thumb right into the hollow beneath the shoulder blade, pushing...not too hard, but firm enough—a pinch, and Mr. Wang’s hairs stood on end.
That spot is densely packed with nerves; pressing it yourself hurts, let alone being pinched by Su Huai, with his 87-point Comprehensive Physique?
"Hiss... hey, hey, hey... what are you doing? Why are you hitting people?!"
Mr. Wang didn’t dare fight back, he couldn’t struggle free, and immediately reverted to arguing within the bounds of law and order.
"Even if I was wrong..."
Unfortunately, Su Huai wasn’t interested in listening.
With just a little more pressure, the boss’s defense quickly turned into "Ouch, damn, it hurts, hurts, hurts!"
Doudou couldn’t even bother to scroll through the phone, rushing to pry Su Huai’s arm away.
As if that would do anything.
Using both hands wasn’t enough, so she put her whole body into it, ending up hanging from Su Huai’s right arm, her feet curled up and pushing, swinging back and forth in mid-air.
"Let go of Congcong!"
Congcong was touched, but the pain was already intense with just the grip of Su Huai’s fingers. Adding his girlfriend’s weight, he bent over in an instant.
"Shit... get off, get off!"
Su Huai, not wanting to really hurt him and sensing his fragility, laughed and let go gently.
Resultingly, Mr. Wang immediately plopped onto the floor, wiping away a tear and then inadvertently coming away with a handful of snot...
Doudou was completely spooked.
"Honey, honey, are you alright?!"
The national heartthrob cradled in her arms, in pain and aggrieved, misery overwhelming him, his dark circles turning red.
Having been hit, the rebellious streak in his bones resurged, and he looked up to blurt out, "Fuck! You just wait, TM!"
Su Huai, feeling vindicated, couldn’t be bothered with the verbal tirade anymore. He picked up the phone that had fallen on the ground and unlocked the photo gallery himself.
Turning it towards them, he said, "Take a good look, are there any photos or videos of you? Really have such an inflated ego. Dude, look down at your own beer belly, what about you is worth my filming?"
Gou Huai could really dish out the insults, holding up the phone and snapping a selfie of his chest and abdomen.
Then while admiring the shot, he teased Congcong, "With that time, if I snapped a couple more shots of my abs and posted them online, wouldn’t I get way more likes than if I captured your pasty flesh?"
Congcong froze instantly, his mouth crooked, his face like a willow in the wind.
And Doudou, almost instinctively, glanced at Su Huai’s abs, then her gaze started dodging.
The precise meaning of dodging—catch a glimpse, quickly look away, accidentally see it again, quickly avert your eyes again...
Whether carefully examined or not, it didn’t feel right not to look, yet not looking seemed like such a waste, she was biting her lips almost to the point of bleeding.
Speaking frankly, Su Huai’s muscles were indeed pleasing to the eyes, an 84-point physique wasn’t perfect, but such imperfection referred to the overall framework. The pure muscle lines entrusted to Meat Bomb Impact were explosively striking.
Congcong didn’t notice his girlfriend’s inner turmoil, and now that he wasn’t feeling as much pain, he leapt up and pushed his head stubbornly in front of Su Huai.
His face was full of anger and resentment, hence the forward-thrust head.
But inwardly knowing he was in the wrong and filled with fear, his body stayed well away.
A display of being both fierce and cowardly.
"Fine, even if you didn’t take our picture, setting aside whether that’s right or wrong, what gave you the right to hit me?!"
"I hit you?"
Su Huai couldn’t help but laugh, not even bothering to explain.
