Chapter 359: Chapter 215: You May Kowtow Now—Oh, No Need to Say Thanks (Part 2)

"Brothers, what’s up? Those thousands of brothers who took screenshots and recorded screens, are you ready? I’ve been holding back without speaking for a while now."

"Hehe, all set, all set. You’ve done your job well as a room manager today, now let everyone join in."

"Damn, it’s suffocating me. Not having the chat open for a while makes me feel like something’s missing."

"Who wouldn’t say that? But being able to record this face clearly, that’s worth it!"

"Originally, I thought he was lonely and helpless, but turns out he’s done countless evil deeds. I was speaking for him at first; it makes me furious!"

"Once the video is out, we must get him trending, expose him and his filthy soul; it makes people sick!"

Ning An did not stop the spontaneous actions of the live stream audience.

Even when the room manager muted people, he just watched quietly without interference.

Wang Baoqiang begged Zhang Qiang humbly, as if the god in your eyes suddenly lost their Divine Power one day, wanting to smoke but couldn’t light a fire, asking you to lend them a lighter.

At this moment, the explosion of dopamine, surging adrenaline, the breeding ground for evil, smoothly gave birth.

"Quick, quick, knock faster, countdown is almost up, sprint, sprint!"

"Come on, put in some effort; the way you’re doing it, it’s hard for me to give you 300,000!"

"Twenty seconds left, rise up! Just think, knocking for three minutes gets you 150,000 out of thin air; you’re making a fortune!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Very good, full of energy, last 10 seconds, let’s get excited, okay?"

"Ten!"

"..."

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Beautiful!"

The second hand stopped at that moment; Wang Baoqiang did a celebratory move and stopped the recording.

The ground was stained with blood; Zhang Qiang struggled to get up but was too oxygen-deprived from knocking too hard, failing to rise.

He simply gave up on the idea of getting up, sat on the ground, stretched out his hand, swallowed saliva, and said, "Give it here!"

Wang Baoqiang was also straightforward, directly asking for his bank card. After pressing a few numbers, Zhang Qiang quickly received a notification of 300,000 being credited.

Looking at the bank card balance, Zhang Qiang smiled happily. Blood seeped from his mouth, but he casually wiped it away, sneering sinisterly, "Wang Baoqiang, Wang Baoqiang, originally you’d been holding back on giving me money, and I had no means against you since I truly had no evidence in my hands!"

"But now, I’ve got the money; do you think, with my current miserable state, I could sue you for intentional injury?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Baoqiang laughed aloud: "Intentional injury? Did I touch you or hit you? Wasn’t this you voluntarily kowtowing to me."

Zhang Qiang snorted coldly, "That’s because you owe me money, you wouldn’t pay me unless I kowtowed!"

Wang Baoqiang laughed even harder: "I made you kneel? Am I your dad or mom that you listen to me like that? If I told you to die, would you?"

"Don’t be arrogant, I know, courts have handled such cases before, where lenders forcibly made borrowers kneel and kowtow. Those were sentenced directly. Just wait to go to jail!"

Zhang Qiang’s lips curved with a cruel smile, each word carried venom.

"Pa!"

"Ah! It hurts!"

The village elder from Han Village couldn’t listen any longer, directly striking his back with a cane.

Seeing Zhang Qiang’s grimacing face, the elder’s heart ached, shouting harshly: "You filthy creature, after all the dirty things you’ve done, they not only let you off the hook but also gave you such a sum, and you’re still threatening them here? You must have tired of living!"

The villagers nearby also chimed in.

"Brother Qiang, let it end here; if you keep making a fuss, it’s only a joke on you. Is there a need?"

"Right, let me tell you something you might not like; people should know their limits! Everyone knows you squandered filthy money and are in debt, yet you shamelessly cling to them?"

"Brother Qiang, heed my advice, stop now, it’s still not too late to turn back!"

Their words were quite reserved, many things they couldn’t say due to outsiders.

In nearby villages, most families could trace back to the same ancestors, which is why, even though they’re not from the same village, they often leave room when speaking and acting.

Like Zhang Qiang, if you want to borrow money, borrow it straightforwardly; what’s the point of making people kowtow?

Even asking his wife to accompany you, across the entire town, throughout town history, it has never been seen or heard of!

Utterly disgusting, entirely disgraceful!

But Zhang Qiang didn’t see it that way. He calculated internally and didn’t heed the villagers’ advice, instead glaring at Wang Baoqiang: "Ten thousand! Just ten thousand, if you give me another ten thousand, I won’t pursue your criminal responsibility. How about it, isn’t it a bargain?"

"Weren’t you always resentful of me spending a night with your wife? Like this, I’ll make my wife accompany you for a night; does that work?"

Mad! Must be insane!

That’s everyone’s feeling at the scene.

Even Ning An couldn’t help but frown to stop this farce.

But Wang Baoqiang was quicker, he nodded, then shook his head: "I can give you ten thousand, but I don’t need your wife, just do another three minutes of kowtowing; how about it?"

Zhang Qiang was overjoyed: "Deal?"

[Ding! Your account has been credited with 10,000 yuan!]

"My Foster Father above, please receive your foster son’s kowtow!"

In Zhang Qiang’s heart, infinite motivation surged instantly, flipping over to frenziedly kowtow.

For those unaware, seeing his miserable situation, coupled with his feverish expression, they might think he joined some cult.

The villagers around covered their faces, turned their heads; what happened today far exceeded their comprehension.

Even the experienced live stream viewers were stunned seeing this scene.

"Damn, this guy’s a talent! No hesitation for money; if this were during wartime, he’d at least make a name among traitors."

"Yeah, straight to the point, kowtows just like that. When I walk on the road, spotting ten yuan on the ground, I’d still ponder whether to bend down or not."

"Don’t ponder; the moment you bow, someone else would’ve picked it up already. Damn, bro, seems I’ve found why I can’t get rich."

"There’s a question on Zhihu, if a kowtow earns you ten thousand, would you do it? For him, there’d be no comments, no analysis, he’d have finished and be happily counting money."

"Despite my intense dislike for his character now, that money he made, I truly envy, damn!"

"Any wild Foster Fathers? Don’t need a kowtow for ten thousand, five thousand’s enough; I promise to meet any requirements, live stream included!"

"..."

Those at the scene couldn’t take it; they cursed under their breath, but Ning An understood something, looked thoughtfully at Wang Baoqiang.

As soon as the three minutes ended, Han Village’s elder ordered, and three or four young men rushed to restrain Zhang Qiang.

He truly feared Zhang Qiang might say something even more outrageous, completely disgrace their village.

The elder gestured to Ning An, embarrassed: "Little Daoist, it’s truly humiliating, we won’t disturb your peaceful cultivation. I’ll send someone to honor the founding master in a few days."

Ning An also waved: "You’re very kind."

Then, Han Village’s elder apologized to the other two villages, preparing to leave.

"Blood!"

"Why is there so much blood!"

At this moment, one of the young men restraining Zhang Qiang exclaimed.

Everyone’s eyes followed, seeing Zhang Qiang with his chest exposed, a horrifying scar on his chest now continuously spilling blood.

Zhang Qiang’s face was twisted in pain, but his mouth was covered by a young man, keeping him silent.

Seeing this, Wang Baoqiang finally laughed, pointing at Zhang Qiang and laughing joyfully, his laughter echoing through the hall.

"Zhang Qiang, Zhang Qiang, do you particularly love the gift I gave you?"