General, please be a loyal minister!

At the corner of West Street, Zhao Ji was surrounded by several teenagers with malicious expressions. During the confrontation, one of them suddenly kicked Zhao Ji from behind.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ji stumbled and fell to the ground. Everyone was about to surround him and beat Zhao Ji, but Zhao Ji suddenly jumped up and rushed towards one of the boys.

The boy panicked for a moment and was brought down to the ground by Zhao Ji.

The two entangled on the ground and fought each other. Zhao Ji was not as tall as the young man, but every time he threw a punch, it was so fierce that it made people feel terrified.

The others hurried up to pull Zhao Ji, but Zhao Jiruo, a vicious dog, clung to the boy he had caught and would not let go, and would use his teeth when his hands were torn apart, as if he wanted to tear off a piece of the boy's flesh even if he died.

As the saying goes, a boy who is obviously taller than Zhao Ji can be frightened in two strokes - he has never seen such a fight.

While dodging Zhao Ji's attack, the young man lost his composure and yelled: "Pull him away! Pull him away!"

Under the combined force of his accomplices, Zhao Ji was ripped off the boy and pushed to the ground.

The guys gathered around and beat and kicked Zhao Ji, vowing to teach him a lesson,

Zhao Ji huddled into a ball, hugged his head, and protected his vitals, looking quite experienced in being beaten.

The boy who was thrown down by Zhao Ji just now got up and joined the battle, because he had suffered from Zhao Ji just now, and he was also the most ruthless one.

This is what Han Zhao saw when he came. Seeing Zhao Ji being beaten up, he shouted angrily, "Stop!"

The voice was majestic and resolute, it was the might of General Dayi when he was angry.The teenagers who were beating Zhao Ji subconsciously stopped their hands. Looking back at the sound, only Zhao Ji was able to catch his breath. He threw the boy who was caught by him to the ground at once, and rode on him with a punch. Take a punch.

Each of these punches was deadly, and after two punches, the boy's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his nose was bleeding. Everyone who saw him gasped.

The boy broke down, why does this mad dog catch him and bite him every time?

He was so frightened by Zhao Ji's sternness that he didn't even bother to fight back. He just cried bitterly and shouted loudly: "Pull this mad dog away!"

The boy's accomplice hurried up to pull Zhao Ji away and hold him up, so that the "mad dog" would not continue to bite.

When he was pulled up, Zhao Ji glanced in Han Zhao's direction. He was like a crazy wild dog at this moment, only when he saw Han Zhao, there was a moment of awe in his eyes.

The boy who was beaten badly by Zhao Ji got up, and he walked up to Zhao Ji who was being held up, and he was about to give him a kick.

If it was Zhao Ji who beat someone else, Han Zhao could wait a little longer, but if someone wanted to beat Zhao Ji, Han Zhao couldn't stand it anymore. He stepped forward and kicked the boy's knee.

Immediately, the boy fell to the ground, holding his legs and screaming.

Painful and angry, he yelled at Han Zhao who kicked him, "You are so bold! Do you know who my father is?"

As if Han Zhao hadn't heard of it, he stood in front of the teenagers holding Zhao Ji up and said, "Let him go."

The teenagers looked at each other in dismay. They had seen Han Zhao's kick of Song Shi before. It was simply not as hard as they could compare. Song Shi is still rolling on the ground with his legs crossed!

In fear, they let go of Zhao Ji angrily.

However, as soon as Zhao Ji was free, he wanted to beat Song Shi. Han Zhao kicked him to the ground and scolded, "Have you grown up?"

After being kicked, the "mad dog" Zhao Ji finally calmed down, got up dejectedly, and stood in front of Han Zhao without saying a word.

Han Zhao looked up at the other teenagers and said, "Get out!" He was not in the habit of lecturing his family in front of outsiders.

Song Shi, who was supported by his companions, gritted his teeth, but he was still rational, and he didn't dare to fight this very powerful man. He asked, "Who are you? You have the ability to leave a name."

Han Zhao didn't even look at him, and replied coldly: "My name is Han Zhao, you can ask your father to come to me at any time."

Song Shi babbled a few harsh words again, and ran away with his cronies.

After clearing the scene, Han Zhao had time to look at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji was younger than the group of teenagers, and his physique was not as good as them. Although it seemed that he had beaten Song Shi badly, in fact, his situation was the most miserable.

——The whole face was bruised, eyes and nose were swollen, blood was all over the face, and it looked like a pig's head, which was not as delicate and clever as usual.There are many injuries on the invisible places on his body, and he was limping when he got up just now.

Stared at coldly by Han Zhao, Zhao Ji no longer was as ruthless as before, bowed his head, and whispered, "Master."

Han Zhao was so angry that he didn't know where to start to teach Zhao Ji a lesson. He looked at Zhao Ji gloomyly for a long time and then said with a cold face: "Come back with me."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and left, and Zhao Ji followed with pain all over his body.

Just now, Wei Yao also heard about Zhao Ji fighting with others. After Han Zhao left, she was worried about Zhao Ji, so she waited outside the door worriedly. Ask what happened.

It's not that she has never seen children fight, but she has never seen such a miserable fight.

Han Zhao didn't like to talk about family matters with outsiders, and wanted to save Zhao Ji some face, so he said, "The villain is useless, Miss Lao is worried."

Hearing this, Wei Yao also understood Han Zhao's attitude, and looked at Zhao Ji who was hanging his head worriedly, but didn't ask anything, just said: "I'll go and boil two eggs for brother Ji, and apply hot compresses to reduce swelling. It works best."

"Don't bother." Zhao Ji refused Wei Yao's kindness, his voice sounded soft and low, as if he had suffered some great grievance.

He didn't see the gesture of biting people like a hungry wolf just now.

Han Zhao bid farewell to Wei Yao, and then gave Zhao Ji a icy cold look: "Follow me."

All the way to the main room, Han Zhao sat in a chair and lifted his chin: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Han Zhao Wubo looked into Zhao Ji's eyes with heavy eyes, his voice was very calm, with a terrifying pressure that was about to come.

Zhao Ji could see that Han Zhao was very angry. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "They are the ones who humiliated me. They called me a motherless bastard who deserves to live under their feet..."

"that's it?"

Han Zhao's tone was understated and indifferent, Zhao Ji raised his head and looked at Han Zhao in surprise, what do you mean by that?Is his humiliation a trivial matter?

Han Zhao asked Zhao Ji again: "Are you aware of your mistake?"

Zhao Ji was heartbroken by Han Zhao's reaction, and he retorted angrily, "I'm not wrong!"

"Are you aware of your mistake?" Han Zhao asked again.

The corners of Zhao Ji's mouth began to tremble. He looked at Han Zhao intently, his eyes turned red, and he replied stubbornly, "I'm not wrong!"

After asking Zhao Ji twice, he was stubborn and unyielding, and Han Zhao's suppressed anger also came up: "Go and get my riding whip."

Zhao Ji's chest rose and fell violently. After confronting Han Zhao for a few breaths, he got up and went out to get the whip and came back.

1.0 was startled when he saw the two-finger-thick whip, and hurriedly asked: [Da Da, what are you going to do? 】

It must have scared Emperor Ming!It must have scared Emperor Ming!

If it really hit Zhao Ji, Han Zhao would suffer too! 1.0 is not that it doesn't feel sorry for Zhao Ji, it just loves Han Zhao more.

However, Han Zhao ignored it. He took the whip from Zhao Ji and ordered, "Kneel down."

Zhao Ji knelt down on the floor with a plop.

Holding the whip in his right hand, Han Zhao held the rough whip/body with his slender fingers in his left hand, and said coldly, "Tell me about this from beginning to end."

Zhao Ji was about to speak, but Han Zhao interrupted him: "Look at me!"

So Zhao Ji raised his head and stared at Han Zhao.

Han Zhao has a pair of eyes with long and narrow corners and slanted up. When they are fully open, they are full of energy, when they are half closed, they are romantic and affectionate, and when they look at people coldly, they are indifferent.Facing the anger and grievance in Zhao Ji's eyes, these eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Under Han Zhao's cold gaze, Zhao Ji told the whole story in detail.

Probably because when he was playing with his friends on the street today, he bumped into those dudes and got into a little dispute.

This was a trivial matter, and Zhao Ji wanted to make it trivial at first, but helplessly, the group of people could not understand Zhao Ji's gang-forming behavior these days, and deliberately wanted to trouble Zhao Ji, so the friction turned into a quarrel , the spat turned into a humiliation, and the humiliation turned into a brawl.

After Zhao Ji finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the room.Han Zhao still looked calm, and he asked the question just now: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Zhao Ji was stunned—he had explained the whole story, yet Han Zhao still thought he was wrong?

Hateful and angry, he glared at Han Zhao and said word by word, "I——was—wrong!"

"Crack!" In a rage, Han Zhao waved his hand and gave Zhao Ji a whip on the back. With a clear voice, Zhao Ji screamed.

In the punishment of the military camp, the whipping method is very particular. A good hand can whip a person so painful that he would not want to live, but he is conscious, and he cannot survive or die.

For Zhao Ji, Han Zhao decided to keep his hand, but his skin was still bruised and painful.

1.0 was called out together with Zhao Ji, and it cried out very cowardly: [Chong Guang Da Da, don't hit Ming Di Da Da! 】

However, Zhao Ji quickly cut off the shouting, gritted his teeth, and made no more sound, only his hands clutching the hem of his clothes were clenched into fists, and his veins were bulging.

After Zhao Ji came over, Han Zhao asked again, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Zhao Ji gritted his teeth: "I'm right!"

"Crack!" Another whip fell on Zhao Ji's back.This time Zhao Ji was prepared and did not cry out in a gaffe, but cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

1.0 but looked trembling.

Han Zhao is a person who accepts death. He feels that Zhao Ji needs to be punished, so he will not stop because he will suffer.

Han Zhao asked again, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Ji bit him to death and refused to let go: "I'm right!"

"Crack!" Han Zhao's whip fell to the ground... Zhao Ji hugged his head and curled up on the ground.

When Han Zhao waved his hand, he dodged the whip. He was only 12 years old, and after all, he didn't have the courage and perseverance to fight Han Zhao's whip to the end.

However, even if he gave up, he would not admit defeat. He held his head and shouted at Han Zhao: "If you hit me now, I will pay you back a hundred times in the future!"

Han Zhao laughed back angrily, and raised his eyebrows: "Oh? How do you pay it back?" Han Zhao asked, and whipped Zhao Ji again.

——Zhao Jilai is on the ground, it is more convenient for him to whip.

Zhao Ji didn't answer, Han Zhao whipped him again.

Thinking of being bullied by outsiders today and Han Zhao still treating him like this when he came back, Zhao Ji was filled with grief, indignation and grievance, and he shouted angrily, "Hit me! Hit me! Just kill me! I treat you as my master, but you I think I deserve to be humiliated! What kind of master are you worthy of?"

Han Zhao waved his hand in the air and stopped: "Say it again."

Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and said, "I was right! If I do it again, I still want to beat them up!"

Han Zhao slightly raised his hand holding the whip. 1.0 hurriedly shouted: [Sogo, please don't be angry! 】

The whip did not come down in the end. Han Zhao retracted the whip and corrected Zhao Ji's statement in a cold voice: "Your fault is not fighting. Your fault is not cherishing your own life, but acting before you plan."

Thinking of how Zhao Ji was desperately fighting with those people, Han Zhao still panics—if he was a little late, would Zhao Ji be beaten to death by them?

"Even if he has thousands of goddamn reasons, it's not an excuse for you to fight him. He is more powerful and stronger than you. It's stupid to take action under such a disadvantage!"

"Eventually it will cost you a life for another life, but what do you get? Nothing.

What are you?It's just mud.

You will no longer have the opportunity to make contributions and become famous all over the world; you will no longer have the opportunity to be a celebrity.

No one will remember your name, you are nothing, worthless. "

If Zhao Ji falls here, the bright future of both of them will be in vain.

There are thousands of ways to resolve this matter, but Zhao Ji chose the most tragic and least worthwhile one.

Han Zhaozhi's words were hurtful, and every word was heart-wrenching. He didn't expect Zhao Ji to understand immediately, he just wanted to nail every word of this passage into Zhao Ji's mind.

He once revised the family motto of the Han family and passed it on to Zhao Ji, and the beginning of the admonition was "Treasure yourself, like jade and jade"!

A real man must risk his life, but it must be worth it!If you take risks for a great cause, you will die without regrets; if you fight for boring disputes, you will die without regret!

If you want to be the kind of person who will die if you are humiliated, then why be Han Zhao's disciple?

Why not join those pedantic old pedants?

It doesn't matter if you complain about others and do nothing for a lifetime, as long as you crash your head against the pillar of the royal court when the country is in ruins, you can win a reputation in the history books forever.

Why not?

After some lectures, Zhao Ji didn't respond after listening, and he didn't know how much he listened to.

Zhao Ji's life is far more valuable than those people's lives, and fighting to the death for verbal disputes is so stupid that Han Zhao wants to beat him to death, which is better than his death at the hands of others.

The more Han Zhao thought about it, the more angry he became, angry at Zhao Ji for not living up to expectations, and angry at himself for wasting time on this unworthy thing...

After Han Zhao closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, he gave Zhao Ji the order to deal with: "Don't eat dinner tonight, kneel here, copy the admonition a hundred times, and don't sleep if you can't finish it!"

After finishing speaking, he added in a deep voice: "Of course, if you think I'm not worthy to be your master, you don't have to copy it. Go wherever you want."

After saying that, Han Zhao dropped his whip and walked out of the main room.

The author has something to say: It’s a bit embarrassing to say it, but I was excited when I wrote that Sogo beat Zhao Ji.

In the first round of competition, Zhao Ji lost.

Zhao Ji: If you hit me now, I will pay you back a hundred times in the future.

Han Zhao: Why pay it back?

Liu Ji (undressed): Of course it’s still on the bed

Han Zhao (looking for a gun): I'm going to stab him to death.

Zhao Ji's true nature is just beginning to emerge, let's look forward to what kind of "crumb man" he will grow into in the end.