Chapter 310: Taotie: Take My Punch!
Wherever the Mo Dao swept, men and weapons alike were torn asunder.
This wasn’t just an exaggerated phrase—it was a statement of fact.
Taotie, wielding his Mo Dao alone, carved a path through the enemy. Blood splattered as he cut down one Pawnshop enforcer after another. They barely had time to raise their weapons before he struck, his blade severing bodies at the waist. Some of the unfortunate souls, even after losing their lower halves, still crawled a few steps before bleeding out completely.
Faced with this beast-like slaughter, the remaining enforcers were scared out of their wits. Their legs trembled, their bodies shook like leaves in the wind, and soon, a foul-smelling yellow liquid pooled beneath them.
Taotie wrinkled his nose in disgust.
With a swift execution of his Night Battle Hidden Blade Technique, his Modao flashed through the air. Heads flew, blood sprayed, and lifeless corpses crumpled to the ground, pooling in their own crimson essence.
“Pah!”
Taotie spat on the ground, grabbed a fallen enforcer’s uniform, and wiped the blood off his blade. He turned to Tom and flashed a victory sign.
“Hey, Tom! How was that? Ain’t I awesome?”
Tom shot him an unimpressed glance. “Not looking.”
Taotie froze in disbelief.
Tom ignored him and started looting the bodies, pocketing anything useful—ammo, weapons, whatever they had.
“Let’s move,” Tom said. “If the Pawnshop enforcers were here, their base must be nearby. The gunfire might have already alerted reinforcements.”
Taotie nodded and followed quietly, still mentally processing Tom’s cold rejection.
By the time they resurfaced from the underground passage, Taotie was parched. He grabbed a handful of grass and stuffed it into his mouth, only to immediately regret it.
“Bleh! Pah! Pah!”
The bitter, numbing taste made his entire face scrunch up like a dried persimmon.
Tom, watching from the side, smirked with barely contained amusement.
One word: deserved.
Two words: totally deserved.
In fact, Tom wouldn’t have minded if the grass had been outright poisonous. Who just shoves random plants into their mouth like that?
Taotie glared at Tom, then stormed off toward the villa in search of water.
The moment they reached the front door, Taotie threw his head back and bellowed, “Princess! I’m back!”
Whoosh!
Before he could finish, an empty soda can came flying from the second floor—
Smack!
It landed squarely on his head.
Taotie was stunned.
What the hell?
He got ambushed at his own doorstep?!
“Hey! Who dares sneak attack me—”
Just as he was about to curse, a familiar voice drifted from above.
“Oh? What’s wrong? Not gonna finish that sentence?”
Leaning against the balcony, Fang Xiaocao smirked down at him, eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Hehe…” Taotie immediately switched gears, scratching his head sheepishly.
“Princess, I missed you sooo much~”
Taotie’s attempt at a cutesy, coy act was nothing short of horrifying.
In Xiaocao’s mind, an image formed—Zhang Fei and Li Kui, both burly and bearded, wearing twin ponytails, dressed in frilly Japanese school uniforms, blushing as they skipped toward her hand-in-hand.
“Ugh—!”
Xiaocao gagged.
“Get lost, you freak!”
She slammed the balcony window shut.
Tom, watching this entire scene unfold, shuddered in horror.
Clutching at his goosebumps, he muttered, “Disgusting.” Then, without another word, he stepped into the villa.
Taotie, meanwhile, was unfazed. Grinning, he rushed straight to the fridge.
One minute later, he sprawled on the couch, chugging from a two-liter beer bottle, sighing in satisfaction.
Tom, in stark contrast, sipped his wine with refined elegance.
Xiaocao descended the stairs and glanced at them.
“Tom, check on Xiaozhou’s injuries,” she ordered.
Tom nodded and set down his glass. “On it.”
Before he could take a step, Taotie waved him off.
“No need! I’ll take her to a Blacklist hospital later. As long as she’s still breathing, they can fix her right up.”
He took another swig of beer.
Xiaocao shot him a look. “Could you drink something besides alcohol? Do you even care that you’re injured?”
Taotie chuckled. “Doesn’t matter!”
She rolled her eyes.
“Fine, whatever. Just hurry up and get your wounds treated.”
Turning to Tom, she added, “Oh, and once you’re done drinking, head to the bathroom and wash my new pet.”
“Pet?”
Both Tom and Taotie blinked in confusion.
Curious, Taotie bolted toward the bathroom, beer in hand.
Seconds later—
“WHAT THE HELL?!?”
His startled yell echoed through the villa.
“Why is that dumb bear here?!?”
“Princess! Your pet just got eaten by a bear!”
Hearing his ridiculous exclamation, Xiaocao pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
“Taotie, don’t mess around. That bear is my pet.”
She hurried toward the bathroom, fearing that the idiot might actually harm the creature.
Tom, watching her rush off, muttered to himself.
“Wait… she brought home that bear? The one Taotie beat the teeth out of?”
He shook his head and followed after them, intrigued.
