Overbearing Immortal Doctor
Chapter 252 - 252 252 Teaching How to Behave

252: Chapter 252: Teaching How to Behave 252: Chapter 252: Teaching How to Behave Hearing his question, everyone couldn’t help but laugh.

You think this is a joke?

Kid, we’re here to teach you a lesson!

It’s not scary to offend people; what’s scary is being stupid!

Knowing you’re going to get beaten and still daring to talk back?

Huang Mao patted Wu Xiaoyu on the shoulder, laughing, “Kid, today I’ll let you know what it means to be part of society, what it means to deal with social matters!”

After ‘educating’ Wu Xiaoyu, Huang Mao shouted at the others, “Guys, get to work!

Beat him up so bad his own mother won’t recognize him!”

The crowd surrounding them quickly swung their fists at Wu Xiaoyu, who nimbly dodged every blow.

But the punches landed on their own guys instead.

The plump guy, being the largest target, took the most hits.

Thankfully, his thick layer of fat kept him from getting knocked down.

Huang Mao and his gang saw that none of their attacks landed on Wu Xiaoyu and grew fearful.

Have they encountered a tough guy?

It seemed like the kid had some serious martial arts training, and their group of five or six couldn’t lay a finger on him.

Now what?

Qin Can and the Mediterranean, who were watching from the side, were also stunned, seeing the gang failed to hit Wu Xiaoyu and instead fought among themselves.

Huang Mao, having been hit several times already, shouted, “Stop…

stop…”

The gang, taking a lot of hits, quickly withdrew their fists and feet when they heard Huang Mao’s call, stepping back a few steps while staring at Wu Xiaoyu in disbelief.

Wu Xiaoyu took a few steps forward, smiling, “What’s the matter?

Stopping already?

Weren’t you saying you’d beat me until my mom wouldn’t recognize me?”

Huang Mao asked timidly, “Who…

who are you?”

“You don’t even know who I am and dared to join in on dealing with me?” Wu Xiaoyu smiled faintly.

To Huang Mao and the others, his smile seemed rather grim.

Just who was this kid?

Could he be some sort of martial arts master?

The Mediterranean, seeing the people he had called being completely unable to handle Wu Xiaoyu, began to lose his nerve.

Why had he messed with someone like this?

In the end, it was all because of Qin Can.

Why was she such a troublemaker?

Seeing Wu Xiaoyu’s formidable combat skills, Qin Can’s legs grew weak.

After all, she had humiliated him just moments ago.

Would he hit her now?

Realizing they were clearly no match, Huang Mao and the others shifted all the blame onto the Mediterranean.

Pointing at Hu Ba, they explained, “Boss, it was him who told us to teach you a lesson.

We have nothing to do with this!

We’re innocent!”

Wu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but slap Huang Mao, cursing, “You bunch of weaklings, why pretend to be some kind of tough guys?”

Seeing that a mere slap from Wu Xiaoyu had made Huang Mao bleed, the gang quickly admitted their fault, “Boss…

we were wrong…

we were wrong…”

Ignoring their apologies, Wu Xiaoyu continued to ask Huang Mao, “You guys offer services to beat people up, right?

How much for beating up one person?”

Huang Mao, now bleeding from his mouth and with a burning face, dared not hide anything and responded, “Brother Bin said it was eight thousand!”

Seeing Wu Xiaoyu’s formidable skills, the gang of five or six couldn’t even get close to him and ended up fighting each other instead.

Despite having followed Brother Bin for three to four years and fought many battles, he had never encountered anyone so powerful.

After another slap, Huang Mao was scared out of his wits and spilled the details of their payment without hiding anything.

The Mediterranean, seeing Wu Xiaoyu’s daunting presence, tried to slip away but was frozen in place by Wu Xiaoyu’s fierce glare.

Qin Can stammered, “Xia…

Xiaoyu, what…

what are you doing?

We’re old classmates, can’t we talk this out?”

They looked like they were the ones being bullied.

Where did all the arrogance from earlier go?

Acting pitiful now?

Too late!

Turning his head, Wu Xiaoyu said to Huang Mao, “So, if I wanted to hire you guys to vent my anger, how much would it cost?”

Huang Mao, thinking it was already a great favor that Wu Xiaoyu was letting him leave intact, dared not mention money and quickly said, “Brother…

brother, tell us how to deal with them?

We’ll make sure it’s done beautifully!”

The others immediately echoed, “Boss, say the word!

We’ll handle everything!”

“No payment?” Wu Xiaoyu pretended to be confused.

“No…

no…

helping you is our honor!

Talking about money is too crude!” Huang Mao and the others answered.

The Mediterranean, seeing their intent to beat him up, mustered up his courage to question, “What are you trying to do?

I’m friends with Brother Bin!

Are you rebelling?”

If the Mediterranean was truly Brother Bin’s friend, Huang Mao and the others wouldn’t dare fight back even if they took a beating.

But to Brother Bin, the Mediterranean was just a sucker, never a friend.

Given a chance to escape unscathed, why would Huang Mao and the others care about the Mediterranean?

Beating him up, so what?

Just beat him up!

With Wu Xiaoyu’s permission, Huang Mao and his gang eagerly surrounded the Mediterranean and Qin Can and started their daily “workout.”

The cowardly plump guy, always lacking the courage to interact with girls, took advantage of the situation and started groping.

His punches landed on soft places, making Qin Can cry out, which only fueled his perverse pleasure.

So, he only hit Qin Can, always in the same spot, groping despite her best efforts to shield herself.

Seeing that the beating was almost too much, Wu Xiaoyu, worrying about causing death, ordered Huang Mao to stop.

The Mediterranean guy, seeing the beating stop, quickly pleaded with Wu Xiaoyu, “I was wrong…

I was wrong…

I didn’t recognize Mt.

Taishan, and offended you…”

Wu Xiaoyu approached the two of them, ignoring the Mediterranean, and said to Qin Can, “What’s wrong?

Got blood on your face?

Is it scarred?

If so, can you still make a living?”

Qin Can knew he was humiliating her but dared not show a hint of displeasure, fearing another beating.

Seeing her stay silent, Wu Xiaoyu then turned to the Mediterranean and asked, “If your goddaughter gets scarred, will you still keep her?”

The Mediterranean thought Wu Xiaoyu was lusting after Qin Can and quickly responded, “No…

no…

I’ll give her to you!

To you!”

Give her to me?

Like I’d want such damaged goods?

Wu Xiaoyu slapped his head and said:

“What do you have for brains?

Can’t you think before you speak?

You think I want this kind of trash?”

The Mediterranean, hearing the disdain in his voice, realized Wu Xiaoyu looked down on Qin Can.

So her story was a ploy?

This kid wasn’t trying to take advantage of Qin Can; Qin Can was trying to take advantage of him?

She had stirred up trouble because she couldn’t get what she wanted?