"Forget it. I don't have time to play with a brat like you. Go wait somewhere else!" Now that he had confirmed it, Basile had no interest in continuing to tangle with Wu Biao. He swung a slap at him.
The slap was incredibly fast. If Wu Biao had truly been an ordinary brat, there was no way he could have dodged it. It would not have killed him, but several teeth would definitely have gone flying.
However...
Wu Biao was even faster. He dashed forward in a single stride, then stomped one foot against the ground and threw a textbook rising dragon punch.
Bang!
The sudden acceleration left Basile completely unable to understand what had happened. His vision blurred, then his jaw exploded with pain. The terrifying force shattered several of his molars, which he spat out along with blood and foam.
Even his entire body was launched upward by that immense force, spiraling toward the sky.
"What I hate most is weak trash calling themselves 'Daddy' in front of me. The second thing I hate most is people calling Brother Biao a little kid. The third thing I hate most is people calling Brother Biao little brother. You fucking hit all three!"
As he spoke, Wu Biao stomped the ground. A thunderous boom rang out as cracks spread in every direction, while his body shot upward. In an instant, he caught up to Basile. His raised right leg came down in one fluid motion.
Boom!
Basile, who had only risen a few meters, was kicked straight back into the ground and sent crashing toward the people who had come with him.
"How is that possible?!"
"This brat..."
"..."
Everything had happened far too quickly. Basile had not even realized what was going on.
Let alone his other lackeys.