CHAPTER 612: CHAPTER 612: GOOD AND EVIL WILL EVENTUALLY BE REPAID

"Zhao, you’re really amazing! Handsome and such a nice person, let me toast to you again."

Zhang Minmin’s voice was so sweet it could cause diabetes.

Zhao Feiwu felt drunk even before he drank.

Especially with Zhang Minmin casting flirtatious glances, her feet in sandals with red nail polish lightly brushing against Zhao Feiwu’s leg under the table.

Zhao Feiwu’s blood was boiling, he swallowed hard, wishing he could take Zhang Minmin to a hotel for a three-round battle right now.

The two of them drank glass after glass, and soon two bottles of Jägermeister were downed.

"Zhao, tell me about some funny things that happened when you proctor exams. You’re so handsome, lots of young girls must like you, right?"

Zhao Feiwu drank a bit too much, his naturally dark face turning liver-colored, making him look like a liver-colored toad, ugly and disgusting.

"Alright, let me tell you about my glorious deeds..."

Zhao Feiwu, drunk and without restraint, started to divulge all the sleazy things he’d ever done under Zhang Minmin’s coaxing. Tales of intimidating and bribing female students, taking bribes, even seducing married women and ruining their families.

He was so lost in his storytelling that he didn’t notice the disgust and loathing in Zhang Minmin’s eyes. The phone leaning against the wine bottle, camera facing him.

Zhang Minmin suddenly looked towards the woman walking in through the bar door, who was five feet tall and weighed two hundred pounds, rugged-looking, and had a more manly air than a man.

Zhang Minmin’s mouth curled into a mocking smile, "Zhao Feiwu, how long has it been since you last peed?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Feiwu, confused by the alcohol, didn’t understand Zhang Minmin’s words. In truth, even in a sober state, with his IQ, he might not understand.

Zhang Minmin sneered, "I mean how long has it been since you peed and looked at yourself? I’ve always heard that people aren’t aware of their own ugliness like horses aren’t aware of their long faces. Today, I actually saw it manifest so clearly in you."

"To be honest, even stray dogs on the roadside look better than you. Do you know how much I want to vomit looking at your face? One needs to have self-awareness, never believe that any woman would like someone as despicable as you."

"By the way, good luck."

"Zhao Feiwu, you bastard..."

Zhao Feiwu hadn’t figured out why Zhang Minmin suddenly turned hostile when a familiar voice, loud like a lion’s roar, came from behind him, instantly sobering him up from the alcohol. He turned his head sharply and was met with the face that haunted his nightmares, making him tremble with fear.

"Honey, why are you here?" Zhao Feiwu stammered in terror, unable to speak clearly.

His wife, with a build comparable to a sumo wrestler and several years of Judo training, could toss him around like a toy; she was his nightmare.

Zhao Feiwu’s wife’s facial fat quivered, her brows furrowed in anger as she roared, "If I didn’t come, how would I catch you, you bastard, flirting here? Who is she?"

"She, she..." Zhao Feiwu was too scared to speak a full sentence.

Zhang Minmin looked at Zhao Feiwu’s wife with disdain, then turned to Zhao Feiwu and said coquettishly, "Zhao, is this your wife? Just like you said."

"Foxy little vixen, did he gossip about me to you like that?" Zhao Feiwu’s wife growled.

"Zhao said you don’t even look like a woman, you’re like the twin brother of Zhang Fei and Li Kui. Even the old sows by the roadside look better than you. And he said he has many women outside and plans to kick you out to be with me."

Zhao Feiwu was completely dumbfounded, looking at Zhang Minmin in disbelief.

Zhang Minmin sneered and said to Zhao Feiwu’s wife, "Look, Zhao is treating me to wine costing several thousand per bottle, he said giving you foot-washing water is a waste."

"Zhao Feiwu, you bastard, I’ve treated you so well, yet you insult me like this. Do you even look at yourself? No looks, no figure, and three seconds in bed, I’ve never despised you, and yet you despise me?"

"Honey, don’t listen to her nonsense, I didn’t..."

"You didn’t, my ass! I’m gonna kill you, you dog bastard!"

Zhao Feiwu’s wife cursed furiously, saliva flying, not even giving Zhao Feiwu a chance to rebut, stepping forward and slapping him hard across the face.

Zhao Feiwu was nearly knocked over by the slap, half of his face immediately swelling up like a bun.

Zhao Feiwu’s wife advanced, grabbed his collar with one hand and his arm with the other, executing a perfect over-the-shoulder throw that almost knocked Zhao Feiwu unconscious, eliciting a cry of anguish.

Onlookers were dumbfounded, and a few nosy people quickly whipped out their phones to record; such gossip was rare to come by, not an everyday spectacle.

"Zhao Feiwu, you worthless scum, you can’t do anything right, and you never have enough to eat, a mere three-second man having the audacity to cheat on me. I’m going to kill you today."

Zhao Feiwu’s wife pounded and kicked Zhao Feiwu, leaving him with a bruised and swollen face, curled on the ground howling.

Finally, Zhao Feiwu’s wife executed a textbook "Mount Tai crush," her two-hundred-pound body slamming down on Zhao Feiwu.

"Awww..." Zhao Feiwu let out an inhuman wail, the stench spread, and he was crushed, both release and relief mingling.

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...

On the second floor, a young man standing by the railing looked down.

"Tsk tsk, is that a woman? If women are like that, I’d rather castrate myself."

The young man was Zhang Wenhao’s second son, Zhang Shun.

Zhang Wenhao had assigned him to handle this matter, instructing him to execute it elegantly. Initially, he wanted to dig a pit and bury Zhao Feiwu alive. However, his elder brother Zhang Hao said that would be too easy on Zhao Feiwu; it had to be done to satisfy Mr. Qin.

"Bro, you’re really devious," Zhang Shun muttered to himself, the idea was Zhang Hao’s, and he was merely the executor.

"Here are the things you requested, Young Master Zhang."

Zhang Minmin, who had been downstairs, was now standing respectfully behind Zhang Shun, handing over the phone in her hands.

Zhang Shun casually took the phone, opened it and watched a clip: "Indeed, you can’t judge a book by its cover. Such a scumbag managed to do so many heinous things. But good and evil will always be repaid. Offending others might leave you a way out, but you just had to offend Miss Qin. I really admire how you can court death like this."

"Well done, go downstairs to claim your reward."

Zhang Minmin eagerly expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, Young Master Zhang."

"Wait." Zhang Shun suddenly called out to Zhang Minmin, who was about to leave, gesturing for her to come closer. Zhang Minmin obediently approached, and Zhang Shun lifted her chin with his hand, "You really are a femme fatale. Would you be interested in messing around with me?"

Zhang Minmin was thrilled; as a hostess, getting together with Zhang Shun would be like a Cinderella story. How could she not want that? Considering how many women lined up just for Zhang Shun’s beck and call.