Overbearing Immortal Doctor
Chapter 238 - 238 238 Give an Inch and He'll Take a Mile

238: Chapter 238: Give an Inch and He’ll Take a Mile 238: Chapter 238: Give an Inch and He’ll Take a Mile The scrawny Minister Zheng saw that he was about to get violent, and quickly stopped him saying, “You better behave yourself.

If you dare make a move, I’ll call security!”

“Brother Zheng, no need to call security.

I’ll handle him by myself until he’s on his knees singing ‘Conquer’!” The chubby man sneered as he approached Wu Xiaoyu, provocatively saying, “Kid, you not afraid, huh?”

Although Wu Xiaoyu wasn’t someone who acted rashly, he also wasn’t a saint who would smile and take insults without retaliating.

He wouldn’t look for reasons on his end when being provoked.

He always believed that if people don’t mess with him, he won’t mess with them.

But if someone does mess with him, he will fight back.

Facing the unprovoked challenge from the chubby man, Wu Xiaoyu was instantly furious and frowned, “I ain’t scared.

What do you want to do about it?”

This chubby man was called Fan Dehu.

He had been mixing in shady circles since graduating from middle school, having engaged in robberies, fights, and protecting local businesses, even serving time in jail.

After several government crackdowns, he no longer had the environment to survive in, so he used some money he had previously earned to open a seasoning factory.

Due to the flourishing food culture in the province and the improvement of people’s living standards, various hotels and restaurants sprang up, which made his business increasingly prosperous.

As the saying goes, “A petty man in power is liable to be arrogant.” When he came to negotiate a big soybean paste deal with Minister Zheng today, a young kid suddenly jumped out to promote mushroom sauce.

How could he sit still?

Originally, he only planned to intimidate the kid and scare him away.

After all, he didn’t want to go back to jail.

But this kid didn’t know fear and even started to challenge him?

What should he do now?

He had been a big deal once.

If he couldn’t handle such a small fry, wouldn’t he lose face entirely?

How could he keep his reputation?

“Kid, I think you’ve got itchy skin!

I’ll loosen your bones today!” Fan Dehu said fiercely before suddenly swinging his fist towards Wu Xiaoyu’s stomach.

By that time, Wu Xiaoyu had already stepped into the Qi Refining Realm.

With his Copper Skin and Iron Bones, he didn’t even bother to block the punch.

Seeing him standing there dumbly, Fan Dehu thought his punch was so brilliant and surprising.

However, when his fist hit Wu Xiaoyu’s stomach, he was bewildered.

It felt like he had punched a steel plate.

Why did the kid show no pain, while his own knuckles burned in pain?

“You…

you got a steel plate in there?” Fan Dehu asked, clutching his aching fist without hiding his surprise.

Minister Zheng from the procurement department was also taken aback.

Could this guy be a thug?

Who would wear a steel plate under their clothes?

Was this kid expecting a fight?

Minister Zheng was confused and asked Fan Dehu, “Brother Hu, have you heard of this guy in the underworld?”

Fan Dehu, realizing what he asked, recalled rumors from his past.

It was said that masters known for their violence often wore steel plates to protect vital parts.

Could this kid be someone’s enforcer?

But that didn’t fit.

There were no such vicious people in Jiacheng County.

“Kid, which gang are you with?

Who’s your boss?” Fan Dehu timidly asked.

Wu Xiaoyu found his cowardly behavior amusing.

Was one punch all it took to scare him like this?

Asked which gang he was in?

What, did he think this was some gangster movie?

Wu Xiaoyu spat and arrogantly said, “I’m from Daxin Village.

What’s it to you?”

Minister Zheng was stunned.

Daxin Village?

Isn’t that the county’s only poor village?

This kid was from a village?

“Brother Hu, Daxin Village is a poor village in our county.

He’s just a farmer, not a thug.

No need to be afraid…” Minister Zheng reminded Fan Dehu.

Hearing this, Fan Dehu got even angrier.

So this kid was bluffing?

“Damn it!

You poor farmer, why aren’t you back in your fields?

What are you doing in the county?

How dare you enter Huarong Supermarket?” Fan Dehu regained his arrogance and mocked.

Wu Xiaoyu, angered by the taunts, replied, “Hey!

Did I pick a bad day to go out?

Why did I bump into an old dog barking nonsense?

Get lost and eat shit!”

Fan Dehu, enraged that an ordinary farmer dared to insult him, decided to slap Wu Xiaoyu’s face.

You might have a steel plate on your chest, but I’ll hit your face and see if you beg for mercy.

However, just as Fan Dehu raised his arm, Wu Xiaoyu suddenly made his move.

He grabbed Fan Dehu’s wrist, spun around and executed a perfect over-the-shoulder throw!

Fan Dehu hit the ground, his mind temporarily blank.

What just happened?

Wasn’t I about to slap him?

How did I end up on the floor?

Minister Zheng, witnessing the swift move, was even more shocked, staring at Wu Xiaoyu in disbelief.

What…

who the hell is this guy?

A wrestling champion?

What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into?

Wu Xiaoyu approached Fan Dehu, leaned down and smiled, “Didn’t you say I should kneel and sing ‘Conquer’?

Actually…

I quite like ‘Conquer.’ Why don’t you sing it for me now?”

Realizing he had messed with someone skilled, Fan Dehu knew he couldn’t win and resisting would only lead to more pain.

But kneeling and singing was impossible.

He had a reputation.

If word got out, he could never show his face again.

Fan Dehu quickly stood up, awkwardly smiled, and said, “I admit I underestimated you.

Let’s call it even?”

“Even?

Kneeling and singing ‘Conquer’ was your idea, right?

And weren’t you just very arrogant, acting all high and mighty?

What, are you scared now?

If you are, kneel and start singing!” Wu Xiaoyu coldly said.

Seeing Wu Xiaoyu’s insistence, Fan Dehu panicked.

Calling for help was too late.

Wait, no!

Minister Zheng mentioned security earlier.

Fan Dehu brightened and yelled, “Brother Zheng, call your security!

Someone’s causing trouble here!”

Minister Zheng, snapping out of his daze, quickly pulled out his phone and called security.

Wu Xiaoyu found their theatrics amusing.

Security?

He could take on dozens by himself.

Were they really looking for trouble with him?

If they were, he wouldn’t hold back!

Seeing Wu Xiaoyu standing still, not stopping them nor fleeing, Fan Dehu mockingly thought, “Farmers are indeed dumb.

He’s just standing there waiting to get beaten up!”