I Became the Henchman of a Novel’s Villain

And just by chance, he bumped into Li Yonggang.

What bad luck!

But Bai Zhou had to rely on the Li family’s power in the future to bully others. Moreover, how could anyone bear to hit someone as lovable as the villain Li Yonggang?

Bai Zhou angrily shouted at the young man: “You blind fool! Do you have any idea what the consequences of touching him are?”

Was this a “furious outburst”? Not quite, but close.

The young man’s lackeys, however, were immediately enraged upon hearing Bai Zhou curse their boss: “Whoa!! Shut your mouth!! Are you asking to die?! Do you believe I’ll shoot you right now?!”

Li Yonggang, having taken a beating, gritted his teeth through the pain, looking up at Bai Zhou, thinking: You’re a real brother! Good job cursing him! Yeah, he is blind!

But the young man, hearing Bai Zhou’s words, became even angrier!

“You dare insult me?! Let’s see how I’m ‘blind’!”

With that, he lifted his foot again.

“Thud!” Another kick landed on Li Yonggang.

“Whack!” Another hit on his backside.

“Bang!” A punch to his back followed.

“Ah—” Li Yonggang was in unbearable pain now!!

Damn it, he’s the one who insulted you! Why are you hitting me?!

Li Yonggang was really miserable …

Seeing Li Yonggang being beaten like that, Bai Zhou felt a twinge in his teeth.

Too miserable … Truly too miserable.

But Bai Zhou was, after all, just a henchman of a villain in this story. He had to fully embrace his role as a sidekick to a novel’s villain!

And one of the most obvious traits of a sidekick—arrogance! Just pure arrogance!

Bai Zhou completely ignored the two guns pointed at him and shouted at the young man: “Do you really not know who he is?”

“I don’t give a damn who he is!”

“Whack!” Another hit.

Miserable!

Although the first hit had been from the young man himself, the rest of the beating was carried out by one of his lackeys.

Li Yonggang felt like crying but had no tears: “Why don’t you just tell him who I am? Why do you keep asking him?!”

Save me! Save me! Save me!

Bai Zhou shouted again: “Open your eyes, you fool! This is Li Tai’s son from the metropolis!!”

If you’re going to act arrogant, you’ve got to go all out. If not now, when?

Bai Zhou wasn’t some hero like the original protagonist, Chu Yun, who’d quietly endure a stream of insults from the villain’s henchmen before making a move to crush them.

What a joke.

Bai Zhou didn’t have the patience of someone like Chu Yun!

The lackey behind Bai Zhou, the one holding the gun, was furious after hearing Bai Zhou insult his boss again. He stepped forward and shoved the gun into Bai Zhou’s back, yelling: “Damn it! Shut your mouth!!”

Pointing a gun at me earlier was bad enough. Now you dare to lay hands on me?

Bai Zhou immediately turned his head and glared at the lackey: “Try laying another finger on me, and see if you can walk out of the metropolis alive!”

To the onlookers, it seemed like Bai Zhou was just making empty threats.

What did “try laying another finger on me” mean, if not an empty threat?

Even Bai Zhou himself despised such behavior. But actually, Bai Zhou was stalling for time. He knew that Li Tai would certainly be the first to find out about his son’s predicament. Otherwise, he would lose face as the so-called “local emperor.”

But even now, it was already pretty embarrassing. His own son, kidnapped and beaten up on his own turf. That’s … humiliating!

“I’ll kill you right now!” The lackey was enraged by Bai Zhou’s words, pushing the barrel of the gun even closer.

But just then, a hesitant voice interrupted: “Wait! You said he’s, whose son?”

The person speaking was the young man with the bandaged head.

Li Yonggang, his face swollen like a pig’s head, finally heard his father’s name mentioned.

He let out a heavy sigh of relief.

“He’s Li Yonggang?” The young man’s hesitant voice echoed.

His eyes slowly widened, and a trace of nervousness appeared in them.

That’s right, he wasn’t a second-generation heir of the metropolis. But coming to this place, he had to know a bit about the local scene.

The name Li Tai of the metropolis was as well-known to them as thunder.

At this moment, whispers spread among the surrounding lackeys: “Li Tai of the metropolis? Oh no! That’s the local emperor!”

“No way … we’re finished. We beat his son to this extent!”

“Don’t be scared! We have the young master here! Don’t worry!”

Not be scared? Is that even possible?

At this point, one of the lackeys ran over to the young man with the bandaged head and asked: “Young Master, what should we … what should we do?”

The young man’s eyes flickered, clearly deep in thought, as he stared at Bai Zhou and then pointed at Li Tai: “Put him back on the chair. I need to call my dad.”

Of course, the standard move—when things go wrong, call Dad.

The warehouse fell into silence.

Li Yonggang had been thrown back onto the chair.

“Smack, smack, smack …” Bai Zhou clicked his tongue as he looked at Li Yonggang’s face. He couldn’t help but sigh. So miserable.

He was just about to go up and “offer some comfort.”

But the lackey with the gun behind Bai Zhou stepped forward again: “What do you think you’re doing?! Sit down!!”

Bai Zhou’s expression instantly turned cold.