I'm dressed up as a fake young master, and the real young master is frantically begging me to s

Upon seeing the luxury car speeding towards them from afar, Niu Dali jumped to his feet.

"He still came!"

Upon hearing this, Niu Bo's legs immediately went weak.

He unconsciously swallowed, his voice trembling as he said:

"Old Deng, you mean, that crooked-mouthed guy is here? Should we run?"

Niu Dali didn't reply, but instead tilted his head back and took a big gulp of baijiu.

Then, he smashed the bottle on the ground.

"Damn it, I've been a coward for half my life, but this time I'm going to be tough!"

"Son, you better run! Tell your grandparents I'm not a coward!"

However, Niu Bo did not leave.

He also tilted his head back and took a swig of baijiu, then, imitating Niu Dali, smashed the bottle on the ground.

"If you were alive, you could tell Grandpa and Grandma these words yourself. Today, I'm going to tell everyone that I, Niu Bo, am no coward!"

After roaring, he stepped forward and stood side by side with his father in the middle of the road.

For a moment, the father and son seemed to have a fearless attitude towards death.

Meanwhile, Long Ao, who was driving the vehicle, was somewhat bewildered.

He was extremely anxious the whole way, wishing he could floor the accelerator and get to Kaoshantun as soon as possible to find the young master of the Zhou family and explain things clearly.

He spotted two people standing in the middle of the road from a distance, and he even honked his horn a few times.

To everyone's surprise, the other party not only did not dodge, but seemed to be deliberately courting death, standing there straight.

"Damn, where did this idiot come from?!"

He cursed and slammed on the brakes, but it was clearly too late, so he could only jerk the steering wheel.

"squeak......."

With a screech of brakes, the car's tires screeched violently against the ground, even sending sparks flying.

Just as the front of the car was about a meter in front of the father and son, the vehicle suddenly tilted to one side.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the vehicle instantly overturned at a 90-degree angle.

The car slammed into the ground from the side, and the violent impact shattered the windows into pieces, sending them flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the car rolled and flew into the ditch beside it, finally crashing heavily onto the ridge of a distant field.

The father and son were completely terrified, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

"I, I'm not dead?"

Niu Bo murmured something, feeling a slight pain in his right cheek, and unconsciously reached out to rub it.

Seeing the bloodstains on his palms, he suddenly realized that his cheek had been cut by flying glass.

However, he was not worried about whether he would be disfigured, but was very glad that the injury was not to his head.

Without thinking twice, he hurriedly tugged at Niu Dali's arm.

"Old Deng, we're still alive, still alive!"

The sound instantly startled Niu Dali awake. He frowned involuntarily as he smelled the pungent burnt odor lingering in the air.

He looked around blankly, and only when he saw the luxury car smoking on the edge of the field did he finally come to his senses.

"Damn, death doesn't seem so scary after all!"

After muttering something to himself, Niu Dali's eyes shone with an almost terrifying light, as if he had discovered something new.

He stared at the vehicle on the ridge for a long time, then suddenly reached into his robe and pulled out the gleaming pig-slaughtering knife.

"Old Deng, what are you going to do?"

"Strike first, or suffer the consequences; take advantage of his weakness and kill him!"

After leaving a message, Niu Dali gripped the butcher knife in his right hand and strode towards the edge of the field.

Niu Bo hesitated for a moment, glanced around the room, and then quickly squatted down, picked up the broken half of the wine bottle and held it in his hand.

When his eyes fell on the roast chicken that had fallen to the ground, he picked it up without hesitation.

"Damn it, I'd rather die a full-fledged wretch! Even Old Deng didn't back down, so what am I afraid of!"

Niu Bo took a big bite of the roast chicken and strode after his father's retreating figure.

Although the father and son argued quite fiercely and were full of imposing manners, the distance of just over twenty meters felt like two miles.

Neither of them spoke the rest of the way; their eyes were fixed on the vehicles ahead, as if some ferocious beast lurked within them.

"Bang!"

Just then, a loud bang was heard.

The passenger side door flew off, and a foot stuck out from the passenger side.

Upon seeing this scene, both father and son stopped in their tracks, and a look of panic involuntarily appeared on their faces.

"Cough cough cough..."

With a violent coughing fit, Long Ao climbed out of the car.

"Damn it, which weed is that on the road...?"

Upon seeing the father and son, Long Ao immediately stopped cursing.

He looked at the two of them in disbelief, seemingly not expecting that the two idiots who had blocked his way were the ones who had just done so.

What followed was an overwhelming rage.

"Niu Dali, Niu Bo, you two bastards, your ancestors for eight generations are cursed!"

At this moment, Long Ao's face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with icy killing intent.

Upon seeing his ferocious face, both father and son shuddered.

However, having just escaped death and with the added effect of alcohol, Niu Dali was much more resilient.

"Go to hell! Who are you talking to, you crooked-mouthed bastard?"

Are you driving a beat-up car in broad daylight, rushing to your death? Don't you even know how to watch where you're going?

Those two holes are just for show, aren't they? If you don't need them, then fucking cut them off and use them as slingshots for my son.

Long Ao never expected that Niu Dali would dare to speak to him like that.

His eyes widened in shock: "You, you..."

"What are you talking about? You son of a bitch, the daffodils aren't blooming, are you trying to fool me?"

What, so what if you can't stand up straight and can fly? If you're so capable, why don't you breathe fire on me!

Damn it, they just lie there with their heads up, chatting away, always thinking they're the boss.

Look at yourself, all smug and crooked-mouthed, like you've had a stroke.

"What the hell era are we living in? Stop trying to teach us all this swords, spears, clubs, axes, hooks, forks, and fried dough sticks, dumplings, and twisted dough sticks! I bet your head is full of tofu dregs!"

Niu Dali's barrage of insults left Long Ao's face flushed red.

"I, I..." He already felt a tightness in his chest, and the other person's words angered him so much that he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Upon seeing this, Niu Dali's eyes lit up immediately.

What a load of bull! Even if he can fly, it's useless. He almost died in a car crash. He's nothing special.

Thinking of this, the last trace of fear deep in his heart vanished instantly.

"What do you mean, 'shut up!'"

What's wrong? Did you drink too much fake alcohol at my place? Now you can't even speak properly?

Look at you, you're such a bear, your head is smaller than a sunflower seed, you can't even pop a sound no matter how hard you try.

Pah! What is that?!

"Didn't you want to come and massacre my village? Come on, today I'll show you how sharp my knife is!"

After saying that, Niu Dali raised the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Long Ao: "..."