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Chapter 215 The Price of Impulsive Actions

Unexpectedly.

King Atu's warning further piqued the interest of the group of纨绔 (sons of wealthy and powerful families):
"Hey ho, hey ho! You little brat, you're pretty fierce! I'm so scared!"

"Oh my god, this rat's tail is all puffed up!"

"If you bare your teeth again, I'll knock those two front teeth out for you."

Those watching the spectacle felt the excitement wasn't big enough.

The baby-faced playboy who had just handed over his purse and been slapped thought...

This prairie rat looks fierce, but it's willing to be held and hugged by a chubby little boy of a few years old, so it probably doesn't pose much of a threat.

Moreover, its chubby body makes it resemble the pet cats and dogs kept at home.

The baby-faced boy boldly walked up to Fatty and reached out to stroke King A-Tu's bristling tail.

This touch was quite something.

The fur on King Atu's tail is very fluffy, and its wonderful texture makes the baby's face itch to stroke it.

King Atu's screams grew even louder: "Ah! Ah! Ah! Don't touch me, or I'll bite you!"

Fatty has been spending more time with his older brother lately, so he can basically tell his emotions from his voice.

He quickly hugged his older brother and took a step back, protesting vehemently, "Get away from me! My brother doesn't like being touched!"

The more anxious and angry the little guy got, the more energetic the baby-faced man became: "I'll touch it if I want, what can you do to me, you little brat?"

Babyface not only touched the tail of the frizzy rat, but he also took the opportunity to pinch the chubby boy's pink cheeks.

He himself has a naturally round face.

What I hated most since I was a child was being pinched and manipulated by my elders.

Despite his objections, the elders attributed this behavior to their liking for him.

As the baby-faced boy grew up, he became the mischievous child who loved to pinch other children until they cried.

The rain that I got soaked in must be made to soak all the chubby kids.

They deliberately used excessive force.

The pain on his face made Fatty realize that he had been bullied. He struggled to pry the other person's hands off, but failed.

But he's no longer a four-year-old child!
Wailing and crying is no longer an option.

But the physical pain was so intense that tears immediately streamed down his face.

"Clatter, clatter."

Large teardrops dripped onto King Atu's leather coat.

This is the end of the calf.

For King Atu, the other two-legged creatures making their underlings cry was like pressing a button on a mechanism that would make it move.

but.

Before bringing it home, the owner repeatedly told it that if it wanted to live with humans, it could not kill people in public.

Moreover, the killer moves used before can no longer be used.

The owner's exact words were: "I want it to be a bleached mouse!"

This was no problem for King Atu.

If the two-legged creatures can't be dealt with, their mounts are perfect scapegoats.

In a flash, it struggled free from Fatty's arms and darted to the baby-faced playboy's mount.

With its two front paws gripping the left shinbone of the big black horse, it snapped it open.

After biting through the bone, it quickly withdrew.

He stood there imposingly, blocking his younger brother's path.

He even deliberately showed his front teeth, grinning at the dozen or so spoiled brats.

"Hua hua. Hua hua"

The big black horse, whose shinbone had been bitten off, went mad with pain and lost its balance after a few leaps.

With a thud, he fell to the ground.

The baby-faced boy turned around when he heard the big black horse neighing, and stood there frozen in place.

The other playboys were so startled by this turn of events that they took several steps back. The horses beneath them shook their legs uneasily.

afraid!
That rat was terrifying!

The big black horse that fell down was a top-quality horse in its prime; before this year, it could easily have sold for a hundred taels of silver at the mule and horse market.

During times of war, such superior horses will only become more valuable!

The owner of the dark horse is the baby-faced man's older brother.

The big black horse is the eldest brother's beloved horse, which he has raised since it was a cub. It usually eats fine grains and tender grass at home and is not easily allowed to be ridden by others.

This time, the baby-faced boy accompanied Young Master Zhao Rui to the border town for fun. He had to talk until his lips were sore and bring up his grandmother before he finally got his older brother to agree.

On the way to the border town, the dark horse made him the center of attention.

Its speed and endurance are among the best of all horses.

That's great now.

Right under his nose, the big black horse had its leg bone bitten off by a marmot.

A horse with a broken leg has no chance of survival.

After being stunned for a moment, the baby-faced girl was so frightened that her vision blurred.

He's really messed up this time.

His older brother is incredibly ruthless when it comes to beating people; he's far more brutal than the mother that kid talks about.

Some dead memories in my mind were instantly activated.

It's over, it's over.

I can't accept this fact.

The baby-faced man rolled his eyes back and fainted.

Before dusk.

He also heard the kid who had just been pinched to tears burst into laughter: "Wow, big brother is awesome, big brother, you're so awesome!"

It was Fatty's first time meeting his older brother, and he was throwing a tantrum.

He had no idea that his older brother's two front teeth were such a formidable feature!
The child felt that his safety was finally guaranteed.

My older brother and mother are both equally formidable.

Then, when faced with a group of much older playboys, he suddenly wasn't afraid anymore.

He even went so far as to say, "You guys are all bad guys. If you don't leave, I'll make you bite me!"

Bite?

That thing can bite through a horse's leg bone.

Biting off a few of their fingers is a piece of cake.

They're masters of reincarnation. These spoiled brats haven't even had their fill of good fortune in their prime, so they're naturally afraid of injury and death.

He was terrified inside, but couldn't help saying things that would scare the child:
"Oh! Little one, you've gotten yourself into trouble! Do you know how much this horse is worth? Even if you and your siblings sold all of you, it wouldn't be enough."

With his older brother backing him up, the little guy was full of courage. He put his hands on his hips and said proudly, "Hmph! I'm so cute, my mom would never sell me!"

The spoiled brats were so angry they were grinding their teeth in frustration:

"Do you have the money to compensate us? A horse with a broken leg will die. Your prairie rat killed our horse, don't you owe us compensation?"

Fatty didn't have a single penny on him, so how could he pay back the money?

Without the slightest guilt, she blinked her big eyes and roared, "I'm only five years old, and you all bully this little kid!"

The group of playboys: Isn't the temperature rising a bit too quickly? My face feels a little hot.

They exchanged a glance, then silently turned their faces away.

That little brat released his own divine beast and injured the horse, but he acted as if nothing had happened, hugging and rubbing his big brother rat.

Where is that prairie rat now, the ferocious creature that bit off the horse's leg bone?
Enough, enough! The child is too young to reason with.

We'll talk to his parents about compensation later tonight.

The main thing is this silvery-white prairie rat, this thing that doesn't look like a pet, it seems to understand human speech.

The spoiled brats were afraid that if they accidentally said something that angered the other party, they might end up like that big black horse and get bitten!

(End of this chapter)