How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 328 Two Mad Dogs
When the tattooed young man saw Zhang Wen put down his phone, his expression became even more arrogant. His eyes looked at him like he was looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, his excitement mixed with greed.

I didn't expect to have such an unexpected bonus tonight.

It's time to replace the Yadea with an Audi.

The tattooed young man immediately became a drama queen, rolling around on the ground while clutching his leg and screaming in pain.

"Ouch, that hurts so much!"

"My leg, my leg seems to be broken!"

The sudden shout startled his companion, who was holding the bike lock. He thought his brother had really fallen hard, but after seeing his brother's winking and grimacing expression, he instantly understood what was going on.

So the brothers were just putting on an act.

Since that's the case, he has to cooperate.

"Kid, you dragged my brother and made him break his leg. Shouldn't you do something about it?" The man who spoke took off his helmet, revealing a head of blond hair.

"Oh? What do you want?" Zhang Wen asked with interest.

The blond-haired man seemed to have forgotten about his helmet being crushed. His small eyes darted around, and he said with a smile, "Judging from your designer clothes, you must be someone of status. If you don't want things to escalate, you'd better do something nice. Otherwise, if it ends up at the police station, you'll be in trouble. Isn't this considered intentional assault?"

He finished speaking with a smug smile, looking like he had victory in his grasp.

"What do you mean by 'expression'?" Zhang Wen pretended to be puzzled.

"You don't even know that? Of course it's..." The blond-haired man stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, then his smile vanished, and he said angrily, "Kid, you're up to no good. If I mention money, you'll sue me for extortion, right? I've seen videos like that on my phone. Don't try to fool me."

"Wow, you know quite a lot." Zhang Wen reached out and applauded the other person.

"Of course." The blond-haired man raised his head, looking proud.

"Cough cough!"

The tattooed young man coughed deliberately and kept winking at his friend. Now is the time for Yadea to become Audi, not the time for today's legal talk.

Huang Mao shuddered, realizing he had gone off-topic, and said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me how you want compensation, or we'll have to go to the police station."

Zhang Wen smiled after hearing this.

Do you want to go to the police station to resolve this?

Haha, it’s too late!
In his view, going to the police station to resolve the matter would be an act of mercy towards these people, but now, there is no need to show them any mercy.

Without saying a word, Zhang Wen directly commanded the Great Demon King to fly towards the tattooed youth lying on the ground.

In the end, the Great Demon King landed on the tattooed youth's head, and the color of his body changed from transparent to white, turning him into a confused Great Demon King.

The tattooed youth's expression changed from pain to blankness.

"What are you laughing at?" the blond-haired man asked, displeased.

"It's nothing," Zhang Wen said with a faint smile, then crossed his arms, looking like he was watching a show.

He had seen the volatile Demon King before, he had seen the depressed Demon King before, but today was the first time he had met the muddle-headed Demon King. He didn't know how powerful the Demon King was or what kind of behavior he would exhibit.

It's a pity there are no convenience stores nearby, otherwise I would definitely buy a bag of sunflower seeds and watch while I eat.

"!"

When Huang Mao saw that the fat sheep was unmoved, he was furious. It was obvious that the fat sheep did not take his words seriously.

As the old saying goes: "A person without pressure is carefree, and a well without pressure will not produce oil."

We must increase the intensity.

He turned to look at his companion on the ground and deliberately asked loudly, "Qiangzi, besides your leg hurting, does your back hurt too?"

The tattooed youth stood up from the ground, brushed the dust off his clothes, and said expressionlessly, "My back doesn't hurt, and my legs don't hurt either."

"what?"

When the blond-haired man saw this, he was completely dumbfounded, his eyes filled with question marks.

Bro, what's going on?

You promised to stage an accident, so why did you stand up?

The tattooed youth looked around, then scratched his head and asked, "What was I supposed to do again?"

The blond-haired man blinked, completely bewildered.

Bro, I can't cooperate with you like this. Can we follow the usual procedure?
"Go to Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center and splash stinky tofu," Zhang Wen kindly suggested.

Upon hearing this, the tattooed youth immediately had a look of sudden realization, nodding and saying, "Right, go to Xingxiang Art Exam Center and splash stinky tofu."

At this point, he frowned again and asked in confusion, "Why would I go to Xingxiang Art Exam Center to throw stinky tofu?"

The blond-haired man looked at his companion suspiciously, then suddenly seemed to understand something.

Qiangzi is playing the fool, a fool whose head has been injured, so he can extort more compensation that way.

He mentally gave his brother a thumbs up for his acting skills, then looked at the fat sheep in front of him with a serious expression and said, "You're finished. My brother's brain is damaged. You're in big trouble. If you go to the police station, you'll be locked up for at least three to five years."

The tattooed youth touched his head and looked at his companion, saying, "My head doesn't hurt, it's not broken. What do I need to go to the police station for?"

The corner of Huang Mao's mouth twitched involuntarily. He didn't understand why his brother was undermining him, when they were clearly on the same side.

Wasn't it overdone?

"Qiangzi, have you forgotten? Just now, this guy dragged you off the back of the electric scooter and threw you hard on the ground, hitting your head. Otherwise, how come you don't know anything?" Huang Mao said as he walked up to his companion, winking at him to indicate that that was enough and not to get too carried away.

"Really?" The tattooed youth tilted his head and thought for a while, his eyes still filled with confusion. After a moment, he looked at his companion and asked, "Who are you?"

"what?"

The blond guy was completely dumbfounded by the question.

He and Qiangzi have known each other since they were kids, about seventeen or eighteen years, and now he's asking him who he is?
Playing a fool is fine for a while, but being a fool all the time is a bit too deliberate.

He didn't want to continue playing along with Qiangzi, so he said, "Qiangzi, I'm your childhood friend Jiang Xiaofeng. How about we talk to this guy about compensation first?"

After saying that, he kept making eye contact, as if his eyelids were twitching.

"Childhood friend? Jiang Xiaofeng?" The tattooed youth's eyes scoured the blond-haired man from head to toe, left to right, almost as if he were about to pull down his pants.

But after looking at it for a long time, his brows were still furrowed, clearly he couldn't remember.

The blond-haired man's expression froze. He lowered his voice and said in a tone only the two of them could hear, "Qiangzi, that's enough, that's enough. Are you fucking addicted to acting?"

"What are you acting for? Why are you swearing? Are you really my childhood friend?" The tattooed young man frowned.

"Qiangzi!" Huang Mao suddenly shouted.

He was really angry.

If you're going to put on an act, it's only for the fat sheep. What's the point of showing it to them?

"Who is Qiangzi? Are you talking to me?" the tattooed youth asked.

"You..." The blond-haired man stared intently at his companion. Seeing that the other party's expression was serious and not like he was acting, he immediately felt a chill.

Did he really get brain damage from the fall?
But we were just working together a moment ago, how come in just a few words...

The blond-haired man gripped his companion's shoulders tightly and shook him violently several times, anxiously saying, "Qiangzi, let's stop joking. You really don't recognize me?" The tattooed youth, dizzy from being shaken, pushed the blond-haired man away and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

The blond-haired man stumbled and sat down on the ground, looking at his companion with disbelief.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhang Wen, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, immediately threw a high-level negative personality derivative at Huang Mao.

Unlike before, this time the Great Demon King landed lightly on the upper right abdomen of the blond-haired man, transforming into a red, irritable Great Demon King.

In an instant, the surprise in the blond-haired man's eyes was replaced by anger.

"Zhao Qiang, how dare you push me!" The blond-haired man jumped up from the ground, walked up to his companion, and shoved him hard while cursing.

Caught off guard, the tattooed youth fell flat on his back, right next to Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen subdued and retrieved the confused demon king from the tattooed youth without making a sound. He then threw the advanced negative personality derivative into the tattooed youth's upper right abdomen, and another irritable demon king was born.

Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad!
The tattooed youth shuddered, looked at his companion who had attacked him, and felt a surge of anger burning within him. He scrambled to his feet and rushed over, punching the blond-haired man in the face.

"Jiang Xiaofeng, I'm going to shut you up!"

The blond-haired man turned his head away after being hit, and upon hearing his companion's curses, he became furious and kicked him.

"You didn't recognize me? You remember me after just one push? I think you deserve a beating. Today I'll teach you a lesson and make you realize what's going on!"

"You're the one who deserves a beating, your whole family deserves a beating! If I don't beat you into an idiot, I'm the idiot!"

"You're a complete idiot!"

The blond-haired man and the tattooed youth quickly started fighting.

They exchanged punches and kicks without holding back, like madmen, and didn't forget to hurl insults at each other. One cursed the other's ancestors for eight generations, while the other insulted all the women in the other's family. In the end, they both rolled on the ground.

Several elderly people who had just finished their square dancing immediately went to break up the fight.

"Young man, stop fighting, everyone stop fighting."

"Young man, impulsiveness is the devil, stop now!"

"Let's talk this out. Fighting will only hurt both sides!"

"This is a harmonious society now, you... ah!"

An elderly woman who was trying to break up the fight was hit in the shoulder by a fist thrown by the blond-haired man. She fell to the ground and cried out in pain.

Zhao Qiang and Jiang Xiaofeng were already in a frenzy, completely ignoring the elderly people trying to break them up. In their minds, no one could stop them from fighting.

Whoever interferes is the enemy.

When facing the enemy, there's only one word: Fight!

"oops!"

Another old man was punched, this time right in the face, and both of his dentures flew out of his mouth. The old man could only endure the pain, cursing and searching for his teeth on the ground.

When the other elderly people saw this, they didn't dare to break up the fight anymore. They all stepped aside, and even the words they were saying changed.

"Hit them! Hit them hard! Beat you two bastards to death!"

"With blond hair and tattoos, they're obviously no good people. It would be better if they all died, to purify the social atmosphere."

"Ungrateful wretch, ptooey!"

"..."

Passersby also avoided the area, afraid of being affected.

Zhang Wen remained standing by the roadside watching the show, a glass of Snow King lemonade in his hand, adding a touch of coolness to the sweltering summer day.

Just then, a cell phone slipped out of the blond-haired man's pocket and landed at his feet.

Zhang Wen glanced at the two people still fighting and reached out to pick up his phone.

The phone has no password; simply swipe up to unlock it.

He first went into WeChat and checked all the people he had recently contacted, but there were no chats targeting Xingxiang, nor any messages about receiving red envelopes.

He then checked his call log and found that there hadn't been a single call that day.

wrong!

Zhang Wen narrowed his eyes. Rather than not answering or making any calls today, he preferred that Huang Mao delete all of today's call records.

Not bad, they're more cautious than those three thugs we encountered last time.

and many more!

Could it be someone from Jia Hua Art Exam Training Center again? After all, someone from Jia Hua came yesterday.

Moreover, Jia Hua has a history of this offense, making him highly suspicious.

"Stop, everyone, stop!"

Suddenly, a shout came from outside the crowd, and then two policemen approached, each separating the blond-haired man and the tattooed youth.

However, at this point, the blond-haired and tattooed youth had completely lost their minds, kicking and stomping at the police, looking like two mad dogs, biting anyone they saw.

The two police officers used grappling techniques to pin the blond-haired man and the tattooed youth to the ground, then took out silver bracelets and handcuffed them to prevent them from being implicated.

"Let me go, I'm going to kill him!" the blond-haired man shouted.

"Jiang Xiaofeng, if you can't kill me this year, I'll kill you!" the tattooed youth shouted back.

The two policemen had grim faces.

Saying you're going to kill someone in front of them, isn't that disrespecting them?
"Ugh!"

Zhang Wen sighed softly. He hadn't expected the police to arrive so quickly; he hadn't had enough of watching the mad dogs fight.

With a casual wave of his hand, he retrieved the advanced negative personality derivatives from the blond-haired and tattooed youths into the Wenqu Tower. It was time to bring these two to their senses.

Without the raging demon king, the blond-haired and tattooed youth who had been pinned to the ground instantly quieted down. Their faces, now regaining their senses, were filled with question marks, like chicks just hatched from their eggs, brimming with curiosity about the world around them.

I don't know why the police are pinning me to the ground, nor do I understand why I'm in so much pain, as if I've been beaten up by a group of people.

"Officer, what happened to me? Why are you handcuffing me?" the tattooed youth asked, puzzled.

But before the police could reply, the old man who had been punched in the face earlier started cursing and saying, "Stop pretending! You know you're not going to fight now that the police are here? Where did all that fighting spirit go? My dentures are gone, you have to pay for them."

The woman, who had just been punched in the shoulder and was still sitting on the ground, complained to the police, "Officer, this blond guy just punched me in the shoulder. I can't move my arm at all now. You must not let these two scoundrels get away with this."

"That's right, we can't let them get away!"

“Scum like this should be locked up, detained for 15 days, and sent to labor reform.”

Other elderly men and women chimed in.

Zhao Qiang and Jiang Xiaofeng exchanged a glance. They were already puzzled by the elderly couple's accusations, and now, seeing their bruised and swollen faces, they both had a mental breakdown.

What happened just now?
……

(End of this chapter)