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Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Must You Eat Feces?

Chapter 31 -31: Must You Eat Feces?

“Brother Ming, your complexion looks awful, are you okay?”

Chen Nan looked at Zhao Ming with a puzzled face, a beaming smile as he walked over.

Feeling uneasy all over, Zhao Ming stared at the grinning Chen Nan before him, his friendly smile giving Zhao Ming the sensation of being targeted by a venomous snake, a chill running down his spine.

As Chen Nan stepped closer, Zhao Ming stepped back, until he was finally against the wall, with no place to hide.

Clenching his teeth, Zhao Ming mustered his courage and pointed at Chen Nan, shouting, “Motherf… what the hell do you want?”

“I don’t want anything, just heard Brother Ming wanted to know what shit tastes like, so I came over for a chat,” Chen Nan said with a smile as he took a cigarette out of his mouth, then with a “snap” lit it up and turned to Zhu Bajie, “Bajie, what are you lying there for? Get up and have a chat about life with Brother Ming.”

Zhu Bajie didn’t respond.

Chen Nan frowned, walked over and was about to pull Zhu Bajie up, but—

“Huh… chicken leg… tasty chicken leg…”

Zhu Bajie was actually lying on Tian Piyan, muttering in his sleep, drool flowing out, dripping onto Tian’s face. Luckily, Tian had been whipped into unconsciousness already, or else he would have been furious!

“Damn, he can sleep through this?”

Chen Nan, utterly speechless, lifted his leg and aimed a kick right at Zhu Bajie’s butt, cursing with a laugh, “You really can sleep anywhere, dreaming of chicken legs even in the restroom. If you don’t get up, I’ll kick your ass so hard it’ll burst!”

“Fuck, who wants to burst my ass?”

Zhu Bajie jumped up, hands covering his butt, scanning the surroundings warily. When he saw Chen Nan, he immediately grinned and said, “Damn, Master, that’s so low of you, coveting my butt.”

“Covet your sister, sleepier than a pig, damn it.”

Zhu Bajie chuckled, wiping the drool from his mouth, “Actually, I didn’t sleep well last night, so I just took a nap.”

Chen Nan didn’t even feel like cursing at him anymore; this guy was beyond help, able to sleep anytime, anywhere.

Pointing at Zhao Ming beside him, Chen Nan said, “Brother Ming wants a chat with you, go there and exchange a few words.”

“Thank you, Master!”

Zhu Bajie laughed heartily and charged over, kicking Zhao Ming in the stomach.

“Zhu Bajie, you motherfucker, have you eaten the gall of a leopard to dare kick me…”

Zhao Ming cursed loudly, but before he could finish, Zhu Bajie’s foot had already slammed into his stomach, making him scream “Wah” in pain as he doubled over, clutching his belly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like raindrops.

“You dare to kick me, why the hell can’t I kick you?”

Zhu Bajie grabbed Zhao Ming’s hair, cursing, “Your grandma, weren’t you acting all tough? Show me some more of that arrogance, I dare you.”

Zhao Ming shook with rage, his eyes menacingly fixed on Zhu Bajie, “Zhu Bajie, you’d better let me go, or I swear, you’ll regret it!”

“Bang…”

Zhu Bajie landed another kick on Zhao Ming, sending him staggering and thudding to the ground.

“Your grandpa, what’s with the act at this point, I’ll fucking crush you!”

Zhu Bajie cursed loudly, glared at Zhao Ming fiercely, then leapt up and plopped down hard on Zhao Ming’s body.

“Ow!”

Ear-piercing screams rose as Zhu Bajie plopped down on Zhao Ming’s stomach, the pain intensified by previous kicks, Zhao Ming couldn’t stop screaming in agony, bile spewing from his mouth, sweating profusely.

“Aaah… Chen Nan, Zhu Bajie, I will definitely make you pay for this!” Zhao Ming clenched his teeth and spoke through the pain, his body trembling.

Zhu Bajie sneered repeatedly, sitting on top of him without letting go.

“Alright, alright, we’re all good people here. Let bygones be bygones. Let me have a good talk with Brother Ming.” Chen Nan pulled Zhu Bajie off Zhao Ming, saying with a chuckle.

Zhu Bajie seemed to be addicted to hitting, and after getting up, he kicked Zhao Ming once more before he walked to the side.

Looking at Zhao Ming’s bruised and swollen face, Chen Nan took a drag of his cigarette, then bent down and blew smoke into his face, laughing, “Brother Ming, I’m really sorry to see you like this. Are you hurt? Come on, stand up and let me take a look.”

Hearing Chen Nan’s words, Zhao Ming saw a glimmer of hope, hurriedly scrambled up, and tried to muster a smile, “Brother Nan, this was my fault. I won’t dare to do it again.”

Chen Nan patted his face, smiling, “Brother Ming, did I tell you to talk?”

Zhao Ming was stunned, thinking to himself: Speaking is my right, do I need your permission now?

“No… no.”

Zhao Ming gritted his teeth and shook his head.

“Slap…”

The crisp slap sounded so pleasant, as Chen Nan slapped him, making Zhao Ming spin around three times on the spot before crashing into the wall, seeing stars, confused about his surroundings. Chen Nan said indifferently, “Since I didn’t tell you to speak, what are you talking for? Are you asking for a beating?”

“You!”

Zhao Ming was angry but dared not speak out.

“You what?” Chen Nan took another drag from his cigarette and asked, “Brother Ming, don’t tell me you resent it?”

Hearing Chen Nan calling him “Brother Ming” over and over, Zhao Ming felt the urge to curse; this bastard wasn’t treating him like a brother at all, but rather like a grandchild, and definitely not the biological kind!

Zhao Ming nearly crushed his teeth in frustration, and after a while, he swallowed his anger and nodded, “Brother Nan, I accede, completely convinced.”

Chen Nan nodded in satisfaction, and Zhao Ming also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but just then—

“Slap slap…”

Left one, right one! Chen Nan struck Zhao Ming’s face again, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground, face-first.

Zhao Ming nearly screamed out, his fists cracking with the sound of clenching, but he held back and didn’t lunge at Chen Nan to fight to the death.

“Brother Ming, do you know why I hit you?”

Chen Nan flicked away some ash and tapped on Zhao Ming’s face, smiling amicably.

Zhao Ming gritted his teeth, “Brother Nan, I… I really was wrong.”

“Whether you’re right or wrong, what does it have to do with me?” Chen Nan glanced at Zhao Ming and then smacked him across the face, before saying with a grin, “Sorry Brother Ming, you answered out of turn. I had to hit you.”

“Fuck your mother, I’m going to fight you to the death!”

Zhao Ming could no longer endure it, bellowing as he scrambled up and threw a punch at Chen Nan’s face.

Chen Nan greeted the punch with a smile, casually lifting his hand.

“Slap…”

The punch didn’t land, but the palm did!

Chen Nan slapped Zhao Ming across the face, stunning him. He fell to the ground, knocking out two front teeth, and cried out in pain.

“Brother Ming, it seems like you’re still not entirely convinced!” Chen Nan sighed, walked over, and said, “Such a fiery temper. Do you really need to taste shit before you’re thoroughly convinced?”