The first day without top donor 'Fourth Sister'.
Miss her!
Cao Cheng lost his top donor.
He fell into depression...
But as a man, he had to pull himself together and face the 'second-ranked' Aunt Wang.
That's what men do.
They don't let harsh reality break them.
However,
Aunt Wang was nowhere to be seen for two straight days.
Cao Cheng guessed she was avoiding him!
Typical of a seasoned widow—cunning, lazy, greedy, and slippery. When brute force fails, she hides away, probably sharpening her tongue for the next round.
He’d have to watch out for her next time.
That day,
Cao Cheng hadn’t gone far from home when he was cornered.
Three people.
One was Aunt Wang’s youngest son.
Another looked familiar—after a moment’s thought, he recognized her as Aunt Wang’s eldest daughter.
Well, well.
Bully the little one, and the big ones come knocking?
Guess I really am the chosen one.
The last was a flashily dressed man in a tight-fitting outfit, muscles bulging like he was about to burst out of his clothes—clearly a gym rat.
Right now,
The youngest son was fuming.
The eldest daughter didn’t look friendly either.
As for the muscle-bound guy in the tight clothes, he stood with arms crossed, smirking coldly.
Trouble was brewing.
Cao Cheng was thrilled.
Finally, some proper antagonists?
Time to pluck them clean!
“Well, well~~!”
Cao Cheng cradled his thermos, chuckling. “Little Wang, what happened to your face? Get beat up?”
Aunt Wang’s youngest son had a black eye and a swollen face—clearly the aftermath of a beating.
The boy froze, then roared in fury, “My surname is Zhou!”
Cao Cheng blinked, then hastily apologized. “My bad, my bad. I thought you took your mom’s surname. Aunt Wang’s so domineering—who’d have guessed you’d actually be a Zhou?”
“……”
[Ding~ Negative emotions +30!]
Cao Cheng shook his head, clicking his tongue. “But your surname doesn’t matter. Not like I care. Still, those injuries look nasty. Aunt Wang went too far—so what if you flunked the college entrance exams? No need to beat you up like this. Don’t worry, Little Wang, next time I see her, I’ll give her a piece of my mind.”
“Cao, you bastard, my mom didn’t do this!” Little Zhou was hopping mad. If not for the pain all over his body, he’d have lunged at the guy right then. If not for this jerk, would he have gotten whipped so badly last time?
“Kid, you’re young but got a temper like a firecracker. No wonder you got thrashed. Tell me, who gave you those bruises? I’ll help you settle the score. Don’t thank me—we’re neighbors, after all.” Cao Cheng grinned.
Sister Wang snorted. “You’re Cao Cheng, right?”
“Yep. Sister Wang, I remember you. We played together as kids. Long time no see.” Cao Cheng nodded amiably.
The eldest daughter narrowed her eyes. “Heard you’ve been acting up lately. Thought it was just rumors, but you really are this arrogant? Bullying my mom, bullying my brother—did you think just because our family has no men, you could walk all over us?”
Cao Cheng’s expression turned serious. “Sister Wang, that’s unfair. How is it bullying Aunt Wang?”
“My surname is Zhou,” the eldest daughter snapped.
“Irrelevant.”
Cao Cheng waved a hand. “Let’s be reasonable. You can’t just take your brother’s word for it, can you? Ask around first. Aunt Wang and I were just exchanging intel—win or lose, it’s fair game. We follow the neighborhood rules. Besides, the whole thing started because Aunt Wang badmouthed my dad behind his back first. I just returned the favor. Tit for tat—how’s that bullying?”
He smirked. “Sister Wang, just because we played house as kids—me as the emperor, you as the concubine—doesn’t mean you can point fingers and accuse me willy-nilly. That’s not cool. We’re neighbors. We see each other every day. Bringing in outsiders? That’s breaking the rules.”
“……”
“……”
The Wang siblings’ negative emotions skyrocketed.
“Kid, you’ve got a mouth on you,” the muscle man finally spoke, cracking his knuckles with a menacing grin.
“And you are?” Cao Cheng smiled, glancing at the siblings.
The muscle man lifted his chin, looking down his nose. “I’m her boyfriend. You mess with my brother-in-law, you think I won’t teach you a lesson? Punk, I’ll even give you a handicap—I’ll fight you one-handed.”
“That’s… not necessary. Gentlemen use words, not fists.” Cao Cheng forced a laugh.
All three thought he was scared.
Little Wang yelled, “Bro-in-law, beat him to a pulp!”
Sister Wang coldly added, “Cao Cheng, don’t say I brought outsiders to bully a neighbor. You brought this on yourself.”
“Kid…” The muscle man sneered.
Cao Cheng, still holding his thermos in his left hand, suddenly lashed out with his right.
So fast the muscle man only saw a blur.
Then Cao Cheng’s hand clamped onto the left side of his face.
A split second later—
THUD!
Cao Cheng slammed him face-first into the nearby wall.
Dust exploded from the impact.
Chunks of old plaster rained down.
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Cao Cheng’s strength stat was 12.
How strong is 12?
To put it simply…
10 is the peak for an average adult male—but not everyone reaches it.
In his dreams, Earth’s Li Xiaolong’s pure physique hit that mark.
And with training, he surpassed it.
So,
Sure, this muscle man looked like a pumped-up bullfrog, but his stats were nowhere near the peak 10. Even with training, he’d only come close.
Cao Cheng? Two points above peak.
Agility and physique were equally off the charts.
Including his grasp of human weak points.
That move might’ve looked simple, but it was pure attribute domination.
Besides,
Knowing how to lift weights and knowing how to fight are two different things.
The muscle man crumpled to the ground, half his face scraped raw from the wall, streaks of blood already forming.
The siblings’ hearts nearly stopped.
Cao Cheng turned back, grinning. “Good thing I’m no gentleman. Means I can throw hands too. Man, that was scary.”
“……”
“……”
Negative emotions went berserk.
Little Wang stumbled back three steps, face pale with terror.
Sister Wang’s lips trembled.
“Relax, I’m not a fan of violence. Let’s have a nice chat, yeah?”
“Ch-chat about what?” Sister Wang gulped.
“About Aunt Wang.”
“You son of a—”
THWACK!
Without even turning, Cao Cheng kicked backward, his heel smashing into the muscle man’s face mid-curse.
A spray of blood and teeth.
The guy was out cold.
The siblings wanted to run, but their legs had turned to jelly.
Cao Cheng’s smile didn’t waver. “Come on, let’s talk over here. Ignore the outsider.”
Shaking, the siblings shuffled after him.
Cao Cheng asked, “Haven’t seen Aunt Wang lately. She doing okay? Health good?”
“??”
Sister Wang’s eye twitched.
Was Cao Cheng… genuinely concerned about her mom?
This felt surreal.
“Sh-she’s fine,” Sister Wang stammered.
“Good. I’ll drop by to see her soon.”
Cao Cheng nodded and looked at Little Wang: "Who beat you up like this? Was it really not Aunt Wang? Don’t be shy or scared—tell me what happened. If it was Aunt Wang, I’ll talk to her later. After all, you’re her own son. Who hits their kid in the face? You’re already not that handsome, and your grades aren’t great either. If your face gets messed up, won’t you be completely done for?"
[Ding~ Negative emotions +20]
Talk about rubbing salt in the wound.
Little Wang clenched his fists, seething with anger. "Thanks, bro."
"Hey, no need to thank me. We’re all neighbors. So, who was it?"
"My... my classmate," Little Wang muttered, head lowered, barely holding back his frustration as negative emotions swirled around him.
Cao Cheng frowned. "Want me to help you settle the score? Don’t worry, I’m way better at this than your brother-in-law. That guy might look like a bullfrog, but most of it’s just protein powder. When it comes to fighting, you’d better count on me."
"No, no, thanks, bro."
"Kid, why so polite with me? Are you embarrassed or something?"
Cao Cheng pointed at him and laughed.
Little Wang forced a dry chuckle.
Suddenly, Cao Cheng’s expression darkened. "What are you laughing at?"
"..."
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