Li Changhe beckoned to the two men watching the spectacle from the side.
"You are all good brothers. How can you just stand by and watch at a time like this? Good brothers share hardships and joys, and share women too. You can't shy away now."
Chu Dongliang and another man named Wu Hong were taken aback when Li Changhe waved them over. They walked over fearfully, having initially thought they could struggle or perhaps salvage the situation. When they saw Zhao Ruitong unhesitatingly slapping Many Duos, the sound echoing loudly, they abandoned their last bit of struggle.
"Come here and kneel properly, all in a row," Li Changhe acted as the commander. "If I don't teach them a profound lesson today, they'll never know what's wrong or how to be low-key. They really think they're something special and act like the world revolves around them. Look at Liu Liwei, how honest he is. He's one of the Four Young Masters of Yanjing, just like my status, and after I slapped him, he became as docile as a gentle husky. I feel like a life coach, guiding them onto the right path and instilling correct values."
*Slap, slap, slap...*
Chu Dongliang and Wu Hong, kneeling beside Zhao Ruitong, also began the mutual slapping game. Huang Li was so terrified that he wished he could join them to make amends for his mistakes. He had seen very clearly that before Zhao Ruitong took the call, he had said it was his father calling. Huang Li knew exactly who his father was. After the call, Zhao Ruitong had knelt on the ground begging to be hit. What kind of identity did that person have? No matter what his identity was, Huang Li knew that crushing him would be easier than crushing an ant. The continuous slapping sounds impacted Huang Li's soul. He stood rooted to the spot, daring not to move or speak, as if awaiting a verdict, enduring immense suffering.
At this moment, "National Little King" and three beautiful women approached. Seeing the four men slapping each other, he laughed, "What's going on? Did we miss some good entertainment?"
"National Little King" walked over quickly. "Isn't that Many Duos? He's been hit so badly, I almost didn't recognize him."
"Damn it, Many Duos, what are you doing trying to die? I almost didn't recognize you," "National Little King" asked with feigned surprise as he got closer to Many Duos.
"Young Master Wang, do you know him?" Xia Lin asked.
"He's the son of Mr. Xu Jiaying, CEO Xu," "National Little King" replied truthfully.
Xia Lin had some impression of Xu Jiaying, who had gone to great lengths to invite her to dinner in Modu. Now that his son had made a mistake and was receiving due punishment, Xia Lin said, "Alright, stop hitting yourselves."
Although Xia Lin said this, the four dared not stop until Li Changhe spoke. They still showed no signs of stopping, feeling as though they hadn't slapped enough.
"Stop! Lin'er is sparing you this time. Why aren't you thanking her?" Li Changhe roared. Only then did the four hear him. The four turned their eyes towards Xia Lin, who had just spoken to stop them, filled with confusion. "Is this the real boss?" Regardless of who Xia Lin was, the four quickly began to apologize, their previous arrogance completely gone.
The three female singers who had come with "National Little King" now saw clearly the four kneeling on the ground. Weren't these the young masters who had asked them for tickets? And there was another young master surnamed Zhao, who was rumored to have powerful backing, so much so that even Huang Li, the concert organizer, was subservient to him. How could they be so pathetic now? No, they looked like dogs, a truly miserable sight. The three were so scared their underwear felt tight, and they dared not make a sound. They realized the vast difference between women. The three looked at Xia Lin with envy and admiration. Like men, women also wanted to stand out and boldly declare, "I am the greatest!"
"Many Duos, you should call your dad and tell him you offended Xia Lin," "National Little King" said to Many Duos, whose mouth was a mess of saliva and spit.
"Okay... okay... Brother Wang," Many Duos said, unable to speak clearly, daring not to disobey "National Little King." He then took out his phone from his pocket and dialed his father, Xu Jiaying, with trembling hands. Because his hands were shaking and his face was unrecognizable from the slaps, Many Duos put the call on speakerphone. The call rang for a long time before being answered. Xu Jiaying's voice came from the phone, "Why are you calling me so late?"
"Dad... I just offended Xia Lin. Brother Wang wants me to call and tell you," Many Duos said, speaking fearfully. He didn't know why "National Little King" wanted him to make this call, but he dared not question him. He could only brace himself and inform his father. Xu Jiaying fell silent for a long time, almost throwing his phone away. Offended Xia Lin? You good-for-nothing. This is unbelievable. I rack my brains trying to be her sycophant, but I don't even qualify, and you go and offend her? Xu Jiaying truly regretted not just shooting this good-for-nothing directly onto the wall back then, to stop him from causing trouble.
"F*ck your mother! I've f*cked your mother, haven't I?" Xu Jiaying immediately began to curse, completely disregarding his image as a CEO. Xu Jiaying, who had already gone to bed, jumped up and started yelling. He startled his wife, who was sleeping beside him. Who are you f*cking in the middle of the night?
"Get down and kneel beside Aunt Xia Lin right now. If she doesn't forgive you, I'll personally beat you to death," Xu Jiaying, ignoring his wife's cries, hopped around anxiously. "National Little King" beckoned to Many Duos, signaling him to hand the phone over.
"Dad... Brother Wang says he wants to talk to you," Many Duos asked quietly, having been thoroughly berated.
"Quickly give him the phone, you dog!" Xu Jiaying was still furious, his expression one of pure rage. Many Duos handed the phone to "National Little King."
"Uncle Xu, it's me, National Little King," "National Little King" said into the phone.
"Little King, hit him as much as you need to. Don't hold back. If you go easy on him, you'll be slapping my face. This dog is in your hands now," Xu Jiaying's voice softened slightly as he instructed "National Little King."
"He's already been slapped a few times, paying the price for his rash actions. I haven't asked what happened yet," "National Little King" replied truthfully.
"They tried to tease us, and when we refused, they tried a second time and then started talking disrespectfully. That's when things escalated," Qin Wen said from the side. "National Little King" nodded and continued into the phone, "Uncle Xu, that's what happened. Many Duos tried to tease Xia Lin."
Xu Jiaying, in Yangcheng, broke out in a cold sweat and asked breathlessly, "Little King, what did you just say? How many slaps?"