53: I lost a hand! I must win it back!

It came from someone in a high position, let alone a title personally bestowed by a heroic general in public. This was an honor that countless people envied to death.

Everyone was envious, even Class Teacher Tian Qiang was extremely envious; this was a very rare honor.

Only Tang Gao couldn’t smile. He had won in wisdom but lost in strength, and that hateful old fox had quietly warned him!

Damn it!

Just you wait!

I’ll go back and take Heaven Nurturing Pills. Sooner or later, I’ll have the Violent Justice make rubber band slingshots to break your windows!

The bus followed the road back into the city, dropping the students off at the school gate and dismissing everyone on the spot.

Tang Gao sat on the bus with a gloomy expression, while Liu Ren beside him had stars in his eyes from envy.

Liu Ren excitedly spluttered saliva and gesticulated wildly: “Hidden Fox General! Hidden Fox General! Tang Gao, you absolutely gained face today! If it weren’t for this being a military zone visit with no official media coverage, you would definitely become famous!

No, even without official media coverage, you’ve definitely become famous within the Liang City Military System and official circles!

The officials have internal newspapers! You’ll definitely be on tomorrow’s front page!

This is the first time in many years that the great heroic General Liu has personally bestowed a title upon a First Order Cultivator!

If it were anyone else, they’d at least have to be a heroic figure!”

Tang Gao glanced at this overly optimistic person who owed two hundred favors. He had no idea what game he was playing with Liu Dagou, only thinking that he had won.

Damn it!

I lost a round! I must win it back!

But I can’t win it back in a short time, damn it!

Thinking about this made him even angrier. He must Cultivate diligently, not wasting a single minute or second, to slap Liu Dagou’s face senseless one day sooner!

Hit him hard in the face!

Liu Ren’s eyes glowed with envy, wishing he could engrave Tang Gao’s title on his forehead to show off: “Brother Tang, why aren’t you happy? This is such a great thing!”

Tang Gao found his happiness annoying and retorted directly: “You’re still going to get beaten when you go home, how can you still smile?”

Liu Ren’s smile instantly vanished. Above his head, one could almost see dark clouds, heavy rain, and thunder rumbling, turning him pale.

His smile transferred to Tang Gao’s face.

Close friends are creatures meant for gaining happiness at critical moments.

Tang Gao immediately felt ten thousand times better, gloating and mercilessly mocking: “I told you long ago not to say those things so easily. Even if it’s public information, some things just aren’t suitable to be told to outsiders. You went around blabbering, and now you’re in trouble, aren’t you?”

Liu Ren looked dejected and whimpered: “How was I supposed to know I’d cause trouble? I didn’t even know I caused trouble!”

After getting his phone, Liu Ren had secretly called his mother to ask, and also inquired with uncles who had good relations with his father’s unit.

His father had been scowling all afternoon and even had his assistant buy a steel wire whip to tie to his belt, looking like he was ready to kill.

Liu Ren didn’t know how Brother Tang guessed so accurately, but he knew Brother Tang’s mind was many times better than his own.

Now, the only way was to ask Brother Tang for help!

“Brother! You can’t just stand by and watch me die!”

Liu Ren directly hugged Tang Gao’s waist, crying and wailing for help, attracting curious stares from everyone in the bus.

Tang Gao angrily smacked his head: “Let go! Don’t wipe your tears and snot on my clothes, you newborn!”

Tang Gao had a slightMysophobia, not a big one, but he did.

“I won’t let go! Unless you save me! Otherwise, I’ll cry all over your clothes!”

“Damn it, save, save, save! Let’s go to your house first, and I’ll think of a way!”

Only then did Liu Ren happily let go, a smile returning to his face, the optimist once again giggling: “I knew Brother Tang wouldn’t watch me get beaten. Thank you, Brother Tang!”

Tang Gao sighed, wondering how he ended up knowing such a foolish friend, whose brain, after eighteen years, was as fresh as if it had just come out of the factory.

The two returned to Liu Ren’s three-story villa. Only a cleaning lady was tidying up. The family’s pet dog and cat were in the backyard, stacked together watching the sunset.

The cat was lying on the dog, watching the sunset together.

After putting down his backpack, Liu Ren eagerly knelt on the sofa, leaning over the back of it, looking at Tang Gao who was standing by the window: “Brother Tang, what ideas do you have?”

Tang Gao retracted his gaze and held up three fingers: “I have three plans for you.

The best plan: I’ll beat you up first, making you look very miserable, so your dad will go easy when he hits you.

The middle plan: Your dad hates luosifen. Go cook two bowls of luosifen and eat them now. Your whole body will reek of luosifen, so even if your dad beats you, he won’t beat you for long.

The worst plan: You sincerely apologize to your dad, then endure a severe beating.”

Liu Ren’s eyes widened in disbelief: “Ah!? Is it that serious? Can I not avoid this beating!?”

Tang Gao shrugged: “Trust me, it’s better for you to get beaten. If you don’t get beaten now, your dad will eventually settle all old and new scores at once.”

Liu Ren collapsed onto the sofa in despair, letting out a cry like a Psyduck: “Wuwuwu yayaya…”

Tang Gao walked over speechlessly and, seeing Liu Ren lying on the sofa, delivered a cruel blow: “Besides, you copied my homework not long ago, and your dad held back from hitting you. This time can be considered the breaking point of accumulated conflicts. You can’t escape it.”

Liu Ren getting beaten wasn’t because Uncle Liu was brutal and liked to use force.

It was simply because he deserved it.

Like breaking Uncle Liu’s beloved antique vase—worth two million—during the New Year.

Uncle Liu endured until after the New Year, then found an excuse to grab his cane and furiously beat him. That was the first antique vase Grandpa Liu gave Uncle Liu, holding immense life significance and recognized value.

When they went back to their hometown, he took his younger siblings to dig for fish in the muddy pond—a group of cute little handsome boys and pretty little girls returned, hugging fish, followed by a bunch of small loaches, laughing as they entered the courtyard gate, and saw Uncle Liu’s face as black as the bottom of a pot.

When they went to play, they didn’t tell the adults, scaring the adults into searching the mountains and fields for the children, thinking they had been abducted.

And during evening self-study, to get home earlier, he actually pulled the school’s main power switch—the whole school was dismissed early, and the next day, he, the culprit, was caught and severely criticized during the flag-raising ceremony.

To play games, he took several friends to the computer lab to download large games, but the campus network ended up getting a full set of Trojan viruses—the computer teacher was exhausted and spent more than ten days fixing everything.

How to put it, it was truly because he deserved it.

And this was just what Tang Gao knew. What Tang Gao didn’t know was probably even more.

Because this optimist might just forget about the bad things he did right after doing them, and then his own father would secretly keep a tally.

Liu Ren thrashed his limbs wildly, screaming: “Ah ah! Making me eat luosifen, what’s the difference from eating shit?!”

Uncle Liu disliked luosifen, and Liu Ren, as his biological son, inherited this, also disliking luosifen.

Tang Gao shrugged: “You don’t have to cook shit, but you have to personally cook two bowls of luosifen, and you have to eat all of it.”

Liu Ren burst into tears, got up dejectedly, and looked at Tang Gao with a wronged expression: “Will it really reduce the beating?”

Tang Gao silently pulled out a tissue from the table and stuffed it into his nose: “Remember to turn on the range hood in the kitchen.”

Liu Ren wailed and had no choice but to go cook the luosifen himself, eating it furiously before his father returned.

Soon, three bowls of luosifen were placed on the dining table.

Tang Gao raised an eyebrow: “You’re quite considerate. I eat food, I don’t eat shit… No, I don’t like luosifen either, I won’t eat it.”

There might be people in this world who like to eat luosifen, but unfortunately, Tang Gao was not among those who liked it.

Liu Ren looked up, his face full of grievance: “Brother Tang, are you really not going to join your brother for a bowl?”

Tang Gao ignored him and waved directly to the cleaning lady: “Aunt Zhang, please make me a bowl of rice. I don’t want to eat the shit he made!”

The cleaning lady smiled, washed her hands, and made a bowl of tomato and egg noodles, placing it in front of Tang Gao.

Tang Gao immediately dug in, praising the cleaning lady’s cooking skills: “Auntie, your cooking is simply five-star chef level, ten thousand times better than this guy’s crappy standard!”

Liu Ren could cook, but not very well. The food he made…

Tang Gao’s impression was that it was edible, and you wouldn’t die from it.

That’s why the luosifen he made smelled extremely unpleasant.

Liu Ren wailed, eating while gagging, and with the mindset of not wasting food, he finished all three large bowls. His entire body, inside and out, was permeated with a pure luosifen smell.

Soon, Uncle Liu opened the door with a darkened face. As soon as he entered, he smelled the stench of shit filling the house and couldn’t help but exclaim: “Auntie! Did our toilet explode? Should I hire someone to clean it up?”

The cleaning lady came out, quickly waved her hands to indicate it was nothing, and pointed to the dining table.

Liu ShouShan saw his son with a bulging belly, and three empty bowls on the table, emitting the smell of luosifen.

Anger made Liu ShouShan suppress his disgust for luosifen. He rushed forward, grabbed his son’s clothes, lifted him up, untied the steel wire rope from his waist with his right hand, and then saw Tang Gao sitting next to them.

Liu ShouShan forced a smile: “Little Gao, we’ll do the martial arts test later. Uncle is going upstairs to talk to Little Ren about something.”

Tang Gao silently raised both hands: “Uncle, you go ahead. I’m not in a hurry.”

Liu ShouShan angrily dragged Liu Ren upstairs. Liu Ren was like a corpse, being dragged on the floor, shedding tears of regret.

Even now, Liu Ren still didn’t understand why he was getting beaten again.

Soon, pig-like screams came from upstairs.

“I told you to stop talking nonsense! Yue!”

“Ah ah ah ah ah! Dad, I was wrong! Yue!”

“Yue! You brat made me lose all face in front of Senior Brother! Yue!”

“Yue! Yue! Dad, I was wrong! I was wrong!”

Tang Gao heard clearly from downstairs. He could tell the child was overjoyed, his screams exceptionally loud.

Uncle Liu was also overjoyed, beating him fiercely while gagging. He was truly a ruthless person.

Tang Gao listened to the severity of the screams again, then helplessly got up, picked up his backpack, and put it on: “Auntie, please tell Uncle when he comes down that I have something to do at home and have to leave first.”

Uncle Liu was willing to endure his disgust to finish beating the child, so it seemed it wouldn’t be over anytime soon.

After the beating, Liu Ren probably wouldn’t have time to practice either.

The cleaning lady said with a wry smile: “You two are really little rascals.”

What kind of twisted tricks were these? The father and son were now upstairs, interacting while gagging, truly bizarre.

Tang Gao shrugged: “It usually takes an hour to beat him, but this time it will probably take a little over half an hour. The trick worked, didn’t it?”