Chapter 75: Calm Your Anger?

Upon hearing Hu Wenzheng's words, Zhu Gaoxu was so amused he laughed on the spot.

Hu Wenzheng clearly had not grasped the situation.

Looking at the arrogant-faced Hu Wenzheng, Zhu Gaoxu nodded with a smile and said, "Young Master Hu, calm your anger. I will certainly untie you in a moment, but before that, I intend to show you in detail the Daming Gun we have just manufactured."

"I'll let you experience it personally, so that if there is an opportunity later, you can tell Prime Minister Hu about it properly, can't you?"

Hearing these words from Zhu Gaoxu, Hu Wenzheng was somewhat bewildered.

Why must he see that Daming Gun before being untied?

And what did it mean to have an opportunity to tell his grandfather properly?

Why did there need to be an opportunity?

Just as Hu Wenzheng was puzzled, Zhu Gaoxu quickly gave him the answer.

Zhu Gaoxu merely winked at the Embroidered Uniform Guard to the side, then pointed his finger toward a target in the distance.

That Embroidered Uniform Guard understood immediately and dragged Hu Wenzheng toward the target Zhu Gaoxu had just shot at.

When Hu Wenzheng was dragged while bound to the side of the target, he finally reacted.

But at this moment, it was already completely too late to beg for mercy.

Even if Hu Wenzheng spoke to Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaoxu could no longer hear him.

Of course, whether he truly could not hear him was hard to say.

Just like that, Hu Wenzheng was perhaps the first person in history to be brought to a modern execution ground, with a firing squad execution being carried out...

"That app... put that large bowl on his head."

Zhu Gaoxu had originally wanted to say apple, but remembering that apples were still over in Europe at this time, he settled for the next best thing and chose a large bowl.

Of course, Zhu Gaoxu did not really want to kill Hu Wenzheng; he mainly wanted to scare him. Of course, if his hand slipped or he didn't aim correctly, then one could only blame Hu Wenzheng for his bad luck.

Before long, the Embroidered Uniform Guard placed the large bowl on Hu Wenzheng's head.

And Hu Wenzheng was not stupid; he knew the purpose of this large bowl.

When he saw Zhu Gaoxu's muzzle pointed at his own head, Hu Wenzheng was truly panicked.

At this moment, all his fantasies were completely shattered.

He had thought that Zhu Gaoxu wouldn't dare; after all, he was Hu Weiyong's eldest grandson.

How could he dare!

But Zhu Gaoxu's muzzle was already aimed at him, and in the next second, he felt a chill in his crotch; he had actually lost control of his bladder!

Zhu Gaoxu had been about to pull the trigger when he suddenly saw a large wet patch on Hu Wenzheng's trousers.

He finally understood the meaning behind Zhu Gaoxu's previous words.

What "opportunity," what "untie you in a moment."

What "calm your anger"—this was simply not intending to leave him with a single breath, but to extinguish his breath entirely.

Unfortunately, as the saying goes, it was already too late.

From the moment he decided to step forward

"He peed?"

"He did pee, Your Highness, it would be better to put the Daming Gun away..."

"Bang!"

Yan Zhenzhi had of course also seen that Hu Wenzheng had peed, and just as he wanted to persuade Zhu Gaoxu to put down the Daming Gun in his hand, he didn't expect that before he could finish speaking, Zhu Gaoxu had fired.

In the next second, Hu Wenzheng collapsed to the ground.

"Did it hit his body?"

Just as Zhu Gaoxu was puzzled, an Embroidered Uniform Guard stepped forward and replied, "It hit the bowl; he was scared limp."

"Heh, what a disappointment."

"Let's go, let's see if our Young Master Hu has been scared out of his wits."

Saying this, Zhu Gaoxu led Yan Zhenzhi toward Hu Wenzheng, who was slumped on the ground.

When Zhu Gaoxu walked to Hu Wenzheng's side, he subconsciously covered his nose.

"Why does it stink so much."

Glancing at Hu Wenzheng's trousers, Zhu Gaoxu understood in his heart. Without saying more, he squatted down and patted Hu Wenzheng's face with his hand to wake him from his shock.

Hu Wenzheng, having been slapped hard by Zhu Gaoxu, woke up from his dazed state.

The moment he saw Zhu Gaoxu, he burst into tears.

"Devil... you are a devil!"

Looking at the seemingly crazed Hu Wenzheng, Zhu Gaoxu said indifferently, "Today, I am teaching you a lesson on behalf of your grandfather."

"A person can be arrogant, but they must have something to back it up."

"Either have ability, or have talent, or have power, or have influence."

"You brat have nothing; your so-called influence is still just your grandfather."

"Actually, if you honestly bullied others, perhaps others would really fear you, but you picked the wrong target."

"In terms of influence, my grandfather is the current Emperor; in terms of power, I have five thousand elite soldiers outside the city right now; in terms of talent, I fear any casual sentence of mine could top your ten years of bitter study; and in terms of ability... heh, even your grandfather was left speechless by me."

"So... what do you have to fight me with!"

Zhu Gaoxu raised his voice for the last sentence, instantly scaring Hu Wenzheng into a shiver.

Carefully ruminating on what Zhu Gaoxu had just said, it was nothing more than one core idea: that he, Hu Wenzheng, was a piece of trash!

Looking at Hu Wenzheng, who was slumped on the ground with his head lowered in tears, Zhu Gaoxu gave a disdainful smile and then turned to leave.

He knew that Hu Wenzheng was already ruined.

Mentally, this person was ruined.

Today's incident would be a psychological shadow for the rest of his life.

From now on, he would likely tremble whenever he saw him.

Even if they did not meet in the future, he would likely have no spirit left to do anything else.

He would likely not even be able to be a playboy anymore.

Every day from now on would be his nightmare, and the scene from today would replay in his mind every night.

Of course, these days would not last long, as Zhu Gaoxu knew that Hu Weiyong's nine generations were about to be executed.