Chapter 83: Saint Heir Plan, Bestowing Fortunes

If you only looked at the outward appearance and demeanor, the sinister and ruthless leader of the Changchun Society seemed obviously far more dangerous than Hong Youhu, who resembled a young Daoist.

Yet at this moment, facing the furious Hong Youhu, the former didn't dare utter a single word in defense.

Falling to the ground, spitting blood, the face pale as he crawled back like a dog, still going to lick Hong Youhu's boots.

While licking, he kept banging his head with a "bang, bang, bang," until his forehead was bloody and mangled, and his whole face was becoming unrecognizable.

This scenario, if seen by someone unaware, would likely elicit sympathy for the leader's plight.

"Bang"

This time, he couldn't lick. Instead, his head was again stepped on by Hong Youhu's boot.

This unkempt, half-crazy young Daoist now looked at the Changchun Society leader beneath his foot with a reminiscent gaze and commented:

"Humiliation, abandoning dignity, such a familiar scene."