My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 229 - 0229: My Butt Hurts

Chapter 229: Chapter 0229: My Butt Hurts

"Brother Tao, it’s this kid."

The long-haired boy pointed at Tang Ming with furious eyes.

Qin Haitao was a bit taller than Tang Ming. He sized him up, guessing the relationship between Tang Ming and Xia Wei’er. He felt a bit annoyed and threatened, "Do you know that Xia Wei’er can only be with me?"

"What are you talking about?"

Xia Wei’er retorted with a flushed face.

Qin Haitao chuckled, staring at Xia Wei’er, "I know you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, but I’m a straightforward person. I like you, and that’s why I do this. Once you realize I would go through fire and water for you, you’ll understand that I am the man who can make you happy."

The statement was too brazen. Xia Wei’er was so embarrassed she couldn’t lift her head, and both Tang Ming and the chubby kid found it funny.

"Laughing at what? Hillbilly."

Qin Haitao felt annoyed seeing Tang Ming laughing, and he cursed unkindly.

Tang Ming didn’t mind being called a hillbilly, because he truly was! But this guy dared to show off in front of him, naturally, he couldn’t let it go easily.

"I’m laughing at how shameless you are,"

Tang Ming said with a cold laugh.

"I’ll kill you!"

Qin Haitao pointed at Tang Ming and said fiercely, "Believe it or not, today I will cripple you."

Xia Wei’er was worried. Seeing they had more people and overwhelming strength, she hesitated before stepping out to shield Tang Ming and said, "If you make any more trouble, I’ll call the police."

"Hmph, this kid insulted me, I won’t let him off. Wei’er, can’t you see that I’m the most suitable person for you?"

Qin Haitao said with a face full of rage.

Behind him, a group of henchmen howled like wolves, ready to swarm Tang Ming at Qin Haitao’s command.

"You think calling the police can scare our Brother Tao?"

The long-haired boy said mockingly.

Tang Ming shook his head and loosened up his limbs, "If it’s a fight you want, let’s get it over with quickly. Don’t keep me from my meal."

"Tang Ming, I think it’s better not to fight,"

Xia Wei’er, seeing the outnumbering opponent, worried Tang Ming would be at a disadvantage and immediately whispered her advice.

"If we don’t fight, these guys will be like dead flies—constantly bothering you! Perhaps he’s even more annoying than that Chen Cang guy."

Tang Ming said.

The chubby kid also chimed in, "Exactly, if we don’t show them some toughness, they’ll think our Brother Ming is a vegetarian."

"Damn, enough with the chitchat, brothers, get him and break him!"

With a wave of his hand, driven by anger, Qin Haitao sent his gang of underlings who howled and charged at Tang Ming.

The long-haired boy ran the fastest; now, relying on their numbers, he didn’t see Tang Ming as a threat anymore.

As the saying goes, it’s hard for two fists to contend with four hands, let alone six gangster students skilled in group fights.

It’s known that once at another school, a senior who had been practicing martial arts since childhood—who no ordinary person could get close to—was put in the hospital for several months by Qin Haitao rallying a gang, ultimately forcing the guy to drop out to end the matter.

Therefore, in today’s society, having a numerical advantage symbolizes a type of power, the power of the majority bullying the minority.

Qin Haitao stood to the side, while Tang Ming was on the thinner side and didn’t seem very capable, so in his view, it should take no more than a minute for his loyal lackeys to knock him to the ground.

Although these lackeys were unarmed at the moment, if they got really into the fight later, they all had knives and clubs in their pockets, ready to turn the tables when necessary.

As for the possibility of killing someone, Qin Haitao didn’t care in the slightest. Such a trivial matter could be handled without even alarming his father, let alone, Tang Ming had the air of a bumpkin, powerless and insignificant, which meant he could be dealt with however one pleased. After all, if you’re powerless, you’re just meant to be bullied by others.

"Damn, let’s make this kid kneel down and call me grandpa, and lick my leather shoes clean so Xia Wei’er can watch,"

Qin Haitao laughed proudly to himself.

But before he could enjoy his triumph, he saw a shocking scene. The long-haired young man who charged first was sent flying backwards and slammed hard onto the ground.

With one punch, Tang Ming knocked the long-haired man into the air, just like in a movie.

Qin Haitao was a Martial Artist himself, but it was his first time witnessing such power. He had only seen powerful Martial Artists in his family before. It was also his first time at school seeing someone with such terrifying power that could actually send people flying with a punch.

"Damn, this kid is a Martial Artist!"

Qin Haitao started to tremble internally.

As for the long-haired young man, he was knocked unconscious by Tang Ming with a single punch, lying motionless on the ground.

After throwing that punch, Tang Ming continued unrelentingly, darting into the crowd with his fists and feet flying everywhere. In less than half a minute, he had knocked down the remaining few guys one by one.

With everyone down, Tang Ming looked at Qin Haitao and crooked his finger, saying, "Your turn."

Instinctively feeling a bit cowardly, Qin Haitao still mustered up his courage and threatened Tang Ming sternly,

"Dare to touch me, and you won’t live long yourself!"

"Oh, you’re scaring me?"

Tang Ming strode over.

"It’s not a threat. Ever heard of the Songlan Qin Family?"

Raising his head proudly, Qin Haitao scoffed, "I’m from the Qin Family. You dare touch me, a country bumpkin like you? Believe it or not, I’ll make you..."

Tang Ming kicked out swiftly, sending Qin Haitao flying about five meters across the ground.

As for the reason the distance was so precise, it was measured by Chunky Zhou who witnessed the scene and found it extremely funny. This Qin guy couldn’t fight back, yet he had to show off in front of Tang Ming. Now look, one kick sent him flying, and it hit right on his butt, leaving him unable to sit down for a while.

"You guys don’t know, that kick from Brother Ming was just too damn epic, Qin Haitao flew like a soccer ball, the force of that kick!"

Every time Chunky Zhou boasted to others, he brought up this event as a talking point, stunning his audience.

"All done, let’s go eat,"

Tang Ming clapped his hands, speaking to the astonished Xia Wei’er and Zhou.

The three walked towards the snack street, each lost in their own thoughts. As for Qin Haitao, who was lying on the ground, his body was essentially fine except for his burning painful butt, clearly indicating that Tang Ming’s kick was aimed specifically there.

"Damn it, be gentle, my butt hurts,"

Qin Haitao was helped up by two lackeys, cursing through his teeth in pain.

At the entrance of the snack street, Xia Wei’er thanked Tang Ming, "Thanks for your help today, otherwise I couldn’t have gone home for lunch."

"It was nothing big, just a casual kick,"

Once Tang Ming spoke, the three of them laughed, especially remembering the scene of Qin Haitao being kicked flying, which was simply too hilarious.

Xia Wei’er walked home somewhat reluctantly, while Tang Ming and Zhou exchanged glances, Zhou complained, "Brother Ming, why didn’t you invite School Beauty Xia for a meal?"