svetikya Chapter 5 Only when you become strong will you not be bullied.
Chapter 5 Only when you become strong will you not be bullied.
"Oh? You're Angel Douluo, then who am I!"
A powerful and awe-inspiring voice reached everyone's ears.
"My God, who is he? He's so handsome!"
"What a handsome guy! Look at me, I want to have your babies!"
Many onlookers couldn't help but swoon when they saw such a handsome man appear beside Qian Yuhan.
"Dad, you're here." Qian Yuhan looked at the man standing next to her, patting her head.
"You little rascal, you're really fast. You just ran off with the money, huh?"
Qian Yuhan scratched his head. "Hehe, I've been found out. I won't be found out next time."
Qianmo: "Hmm. Hmm?"
At this moment, the fat man shouted loudly, "Hey, who are you? What business is it of yours? Let me tell you, I am a level 32 Soul Master. If you know what's good for you, get lost, or your face will be disfigured."
Qian Mo frowned, but quickly recovered and laughed, "What a sharp-tongued brat! I'm the father of the kid you bullied. Should I intervene? Where are your family members?"
"Pah! You dare ask about my family? You look all dressed up, but you're all show and no substance. Let me tell you, my dad is Liu Daorong, the commander of the 10th Army of the Wuhun City Defense Force, a level 76 Soul Saint. Are you scared yet?"
Qianmo nodded. "Oh, it was him. He should be in the city guard's residence. Hmm, I'll look for him."
After saying that, Qianmo closed his eyes.
One minute later…
Qianmo opened her eyes. "So you were here."
"Hey, enough acting, huh? Stop pretending and playing tricks, if you're so capable..."
Before the fat man could finish speaking, Qian Mo made a slash in the air, and a spatial rift quietly appeared. He reached into the void with his right hand and lifted... a man wearing armor was lifted out of the void by Qian Mo.
"Oh!"
"I rely on!"
"This person is amazing," these five words arose in the minds of every bystander.
Liu Daorong was just drinking and chatting with his brothers, but now he's been brought here. He turned around to see who was so bold.
He was horrified when he saw the face of the person carrying him from behind.
"Heaven...heaven...angel..."
Liu Daorong clearly knew Qian Mo. Twenty years ago, Qian Mo, the judge elder of the Spirit Hall, led another elder and a Spirit City defense force to resist a beast tide. He had seen this legendary figure of the continent once on the city wall at that time.
That experience left a deep impression on him. The terrifying pressure brought by the beast tide blotted out the sky, and dark clouds pressed down on the city. Just when he thought he was about to die for the temple, the Angel Douluo descended upon the city gates, and a reinforcement squad of the city defense army joined the battle. This city defense army was none other than the Spirit Hall's elite First Army. The arrival of Qian Mo, another elder, and the First Army instantly reversed the course of the battle.
Qianmo also killed the 10-year-old bloodthirsty crocodile, the leader of the beast tide…
Recalling those scenes from five years ago... the person carrying me is none other than that Angel Douluo.
"Heaven... Angel Douluo," Liu Daorong said tremblingly.
"You must be this chubby boy's dad." He gestured with his chin towards the chubby boy's direction.
Liu Daorong then noticed the figure and replied, "Ah, yes, it is my son. May I ask what my son has done to offend you?"
Qian Mo released his grip, and Liu Daorong fell directly to the ground. He seemed to feel no pain at all, and immediately knelt before Qian Mo.
"This brat bullied my son, you, as his father, have to give me an explanation, otherwise..." Qian Mo stared coldly at Liu Daorong. Liu Daorong, kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but shiver.
"My lord, I know my crime, I know my crime. It's my fault for not educating him properly, for not educating him properly. Please, please give me another chance. I, I will definitely go back and keep a close eye on him and discipline him strictly. I will definitely not do it again..." Liu Daorong stammered nervously. All the pressure emanating from Qian Mo was concentrated on him. Was the pressure of a level 99 Limit Douluo something to be trifled with?
"Your son is using your position as the commander of the city's defense forces to bully the weak everywhere. This doesn't seem to be the first or second time. Would this have happened without your indulgence?"
"It's...it's my fault. I'm willing to accept the punishment. Please, please be magnanimous and forgive me this time." Liu Daorong said, kowtowing three times with a series of loud thuds.
"Alright, considering your years of hard work in the city defense army, I'm dismissing you from your position as commander of the city defense army. You have one day to get out of Wuhun City with your family and never return. If I find you back, you will be executed."
"No, sir, I..."
Do you have a question?
"No...no, I'll leave right now, I'll leave right now..." Liu Daorong wanted to say something, but he was stunned by Qian Mo's words and could only hurriedly agree, otherwise he would lose his life.
"Let's go home." Qianmo turned her head and looked at her son, who was standing there with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and red eyes, with affection.
"Ah."
After saying that, Qianmo waved his hand, and the two of them disappeared from the spot.
As Qian Mo and Qian Yuhan left, the onlookers also dispersed. Only Liu Daorong and his chubby son remained. Liu Daorong knelt there, muttering, "It's all over, everything's over..." while the chubby boy stood there, seemingly lost in thought.
He still hasn't accepted the fact that his arrogant father was kneeling before that person like a dog.
"Dad, I...we..." the fat man called out timidly to his mentally challenged father.
Liu Daorong snapped out of his daze, got up, walked over to the fat man, and slapped him hard across the face. "Bastard, it's all your fault, you ruined our family. I don't have a son like you, you bastard, you bastard!" The angrier he got, the harder he slapped the fat man.
"Damn it—!!"
……
Back in the Hall of Elders of Judgment, Qian Yuhan sat there, lost in thought, staring blankly at the divine sword of light that he had summoned and was holding.
Seeing this, Qian Mo walked over, squatted down in front of Qian Yuhan, rubbed his head and said, "Child, do you know what kind of world this is?"
Qian Yuhan looked up at her father, shook her head, and said nothing.
"Child, this is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Strength is your true capital for navigating this continent. Only when you are strong will you not be bullied. Do you understand?"
"Dad, I want to become stronger, as strong as you, no, no, I want to be stronger than you. I don't want to be bullied." Qian Yuhan looked at him, glanced at the Divine Sword of Light floating beside him, then looked at Qian Mo, his eyes bright and determined.
"Good, that's ambitious. Hahaha, Dad is waiting for that day to come. Becoming stronger is not only for yourself, but also for the people you care about." He patted his son on the shoulder as he spoke.
He added, "Tomorrow, your Uncle Tianwei will take you to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain your first two spirit rings. Get ready. I'm leaving now. Get some rest."