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Chen Wen only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his entire body flew out.

He fell to the ground, the baseball bat in his hand was taken away by Wu Dong.

Wu Dong threw the baseball bat to his side and let out an ear-piercing sneer: "Is that all you've got?"

Chen Wen looked at his baseball bat, his eyes burning with rage.

He grabbed his baseball bat again and smashed it towards Wu Dong's head with all of his strength.

Even if he were to smash Wu Dong's head to pieces right now, he would not be able to resolve the hatred in his heart.

But the baseball bat flew halfway, and he flew out again.

This time, he did not even manage to clearly see how Wu Dong attacked.

"Again!"

Wu Dong roared, and threw the baseball bat to his side.

Jiang Xue and Li Ziruo didn't understand what Wu Dong wanted to do. In fact, even Wu Dong didn't know what he wanted to do.

Just a moment ago, his spiritual power had soared and once again, he displayed the ability of moving objects through the air at the third level. This caused him to feel a wave of weakness, and he urgently needed to lie down and rest.

However, he started to play games with Chen Wen.

He could have knocked Chen Wen out with a single slap, but he just wanted to teach this unqualified guy a lesson.

The clan did not have any status, and no matter how low a status they had, they did not improve even outside. They were just like a piece of trash.

Chen Wen crawled back up, he had even forgotten his surroundings.

It was as if beating Wu Dong was the only goal in life.

At this moment, Wu Dong became his father Chen Ming, treating him with contempt; his uncle Chen Dao, disregarded him; his brother Chen Wu, treated him like a stranger.

He held his baseball bat and swung it towards Wu Dong again and again, but each time it seemed like he was repeating the same thing, as he was being thrown out again and again.

In the end, he could barely climb up, but he clenched his teeth and stood up, waving his baseball bat at Wu Dong like a disabled person.

His shirt was torn and his body was covered with numerous scratches.

Jiang Xue and Li Ziruo's hearts ached when they saw this, and they advised on the side: "Wu Dong, forget it!"

Wu Dong shook his head at them, the two could only swallow their words.

Chen Wen walked towards Wu Dong step by step. Instead of calling him Wu Dong, it would be better to call him sending himself to his doorstep to be beaten up.

His baseball bat wobbled and didn't have the slightest ounce of strength.

Wu Dong reached out and grabbed him, but suddenly he had a long arm, pushed the baseball bat to the side, grabbed Chen Wen's elbow, and dragged him in front of himself.

Chen Wen's neck was wrapped up by his own arm, and in that moment of depression, his face became red and he was unable to say a word.

"You're just a piece of trash."

Wu Dong whispered into his ear, "It's done in the Chen family, and it's done outside."

Chen Wen finally had a sore point stabbed, and started to violently twist, but how could he be a match for Wu Dong.

No matter how he struggled, he was firmly grabbed by Wu Dong and could not move.

"If you didn't have the Chen Clan's background, would those people think highly of you?"

Wu Dong continued.

These words stabbed into another hidden wound in Chen Wen's heart.

He had few friends outside, except that he was unwelcome at home.

Don't just look at how grand he was, there were already all sorts of rumors spreading behind his back that he was not Chen Ming's biological son.

After a hundred years, how much wealth would Chen Ming get?

People were now humbling him, but no one really thought highly of him.

How could he not know?

Ever since he was young, he had been enduring these rumors. His mother died in unknown circumstances, so his background was unclear.

He could only drown himself in the sound of the horses and the dogs, and keep himself from thinking about these things.

"If you want to be recognized, you have to show your face."

Wu Dong released her grip on him and Chen Wen instantly collapsed onto the ground like a clay sculpture without a pillar.

All the pain and suffering that he had endured for more than twenty years was completely vented out. "All of you are looking down on me! You all look down on me! "

He pounded the ground in tears, unable to hide the pain in his heart.

Wu Dong was in a daze, he had exhausted too much of his mental energy, he needed to rest.

He waved towards Jiang Xue and Li Ziruo, who hurried over to help him.

On the side of the road, Wu Dong was still listening to a Dodge car. Seeing that the lights were on, he pointed at the car and said to Jiang Xue, "You drive!"

Jiang Xue and Li Ziruo looked at each other and were a little hesitant.

Wu Dong's legs went soft, and the heavy weight pressed down on Jiang Xue and Li Ziruo.

They also noticed that Wu Dong's expression was ugly and did not hesitate anymore.

Jiang Xue took her seat while Wu Dong laid on the back seat.

The Dodge carriage had a wide seat, and the rough interior made Jiang Xue a little absent-minded.

She touched the steering wheel and started the car a little unfamiliarly.

The car swerved and lurched up the road.

Chen Wen lied on the ground, still in pain.

At some point in time, a light drizzle had started to fall from the sky. The rain droplets that landed on Chen Wen's face woke him up.

He felt that he had wasted the past twenty years of his life.

The raindrops grew increasingly bigger, washing the mud on the ground, as if they were washing the wounds deep within Chen Wen's heart as well.

A Mercedes-Benz with stripes on it stopped at the side of the road. The two young men saw Chen Wen and came over to support him. Old Chen! Are you okay? "

Chen Wen was startled and did not say anything. The two of them helped him into the car, and it became a little crowded.

Chen Wen was lost, as if he had lost his will.

The Mercedes-Benz started to move. The yellow-hair, who was driving, cursed, "Fuck!" We can't let go of today's debt! "

Another person was filled with indignation: "Fuck, when did our Twelfth Young Master of Shanghai suffer such a huge loss? This time, if we don't kill him, it won't be the end! "

Chen Wen, whose eyes had originally been dull, suddenly woke up. He asked a question that caused the two beside him to be stunned: "Do you take me as your brother?"

The two of them hesitated for half a second before answering in unison, "Of course!"

"In our circle, who would dare not treat Chen Shao as a brother?"

Chen Wen's mind was extremely clear. These people never treated anyone as their brother, they had only gathered together and played with each other.

In any case, the family had a lot of power and influence. After playing around for a few years, he would marry the daughter arranged by his family and continue to lead a corrupt life.

They could, because they were either the only son or the pampered child of the family.

Chen Wen was a little envious of these people. If they could continue being corrupt, what about him?

What did he have?

Without the status of Chen family's Young Master, what was he left with?

He was actually a little grateful to Wu Dong. It was Wu Dong that allowed him to clearly see his own situation.

"If you treat me as your brother, then forget it!"

Chen Wen said as he looked at the two of them.

"Old Chen, have you lost your mind or are you afraid?"

the blonde asked incredulously.

In the distant Dao Qi carriage, Wu Dong took a deep breath, and finally recovered some energy.

He could feel that the extreme yang energy in his body was ready to move, and his mind seemed to be revolving around his body.

This was a situation that had never happened before, and he knew in his heart that this was the sign that he was about to break through to the third layer.

Seeing that he had finally recovered her spirit, Jiang Xue seemed to have changed back to the Wu Dong they knew.

She couldn't help but be curious. "Does that Chen family's Young Master have a grudge with you?"

"Nope."

Wu Dong shook his head, he had never treated Chen Wen as his enemy.

Even if Chen Wen and Wang Ya were engaged, he had never been hostile towards Chen Wen. He even felt a little pity for him.

This young man, whom his grandmother and uncle did not love, actually had a more miserable life than anyone else.

"You're helping him."

Li Ziruo looked at Wu Dong from the rearview mirror.

Her thoughts were more meticulous than Jiang Xue, and she was able to understand Wu Dong's intentions even more.

"Not really."

Wu Dong shook his head again, "But I can't help but educate him."

"You! "He's a good guy."

Jiang Xue also understood.

"I've had an idol since I was young. I've been following his footsteps all these years."

Wu Dong said in all seriousness.

"What idol?"

Jiang Xue turned her head to look at him.

"Lei Feng!"

Wu Dong heartlessly laughed.

Jiang Xue and Li Ziruo also laughed, the originally close relationship between the three slowly eased up.

Li Ziruo looked at Jiang Xue thoughtfully, but Jiang Xue's smile seemed to have disappeared as well. She looked at Li Ziruo and felt her heart tighten.

There was an agreement between them.