He Has Met All The Requirements To Become An Asshole

"Remember what you said..."

Bang!

Before Chen Zhao could finish, he was already hit in the back of his head by a stick.

Chen Zhao rubbed the back of his head. "It hurts."

Sharan facepalmed.

How could it not hurt? It was a baseball bat. Chen Zhao was lucky to not have his skull fractured.

Just then, the gangster lifted the bat again and struck at Chen Zhao's face.

Crack—

Chen Zhao would clearly not allow the disfigurement strike to land on his face.

He immediately broke the gangster's wrist with one hand and punched his stomach with his right fist.

The gangster covered his stomach, after which he knelt on the ground, his body twitching lightly.

The next moment, Chen Zhao raised his foot and kicked the gangster out.

Sharan lifted her eyebrows in surprise. Chen Zhao was not huge, but his kick was pretty strong. He had actually managed to send someone three meters away.

It seemed like he was not that weak.