The bustling noise and the dazzling sunlight finally woke Mr. Hao from his sleep.
"...Is it a monster?! How come it has a turtle face?"
"Who knows? But looking at these clothes, he must be a wealthy man!"
"Why are you here on the street? You can't be sleepwalking!"
"Who knows! He probably won't run out on his own, right?"
"You look ugly, and you'll scare people when you run out!"
"That's right! If I were him, I would definitely hide in my room and never go out!"
"hehe……"
Everyone was talking and pointing at Shao Hao.
At first, Mr. Hao thought he was dreaming; but the scene in front of him was so real that he had to believe that he was really wearing a mattress and sleeping on the street.
"Get out!" Mr. Hao shouted angrily at everyone.
"Oh! I'm still very temperamental!" someone mocked.
"That's right! You don't care what kind of bear you look like? You still have a bad temper!"
Another person joked: "I think I think I'm too ugly, so I'm embarrassed!"
"Haha..." Everyone laughed.
Mr. Hao stood up and shouted angrily at everyone: "Believe it or not, I will arrest you all and put you in jail!"
Everyone sneered at his threat.
"Who do you think you are? The son of Prime Minister Zuo?"
"I have a powerful father; who do you think you are?"
"Don't go home and get a mirror to look at your own moral character!"
"That's right..."
Mr. Hao was confused; logically speaking, no one in the capital knew him; but why were they all looking at him so strangely at this moment?
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: "Do you think the turtle on his face is contagious?"
Everyone was shocked and backed away, as if the turtle on Mr. Hao's face was really contagious.
‘My face?’ Hao Shao was confused and touched his cheeks with both hands. However, he didn’t feel anything strange. He looked at the crowd and asked, “What’s wrong with my face?”
A little boy, about six or seven years old, stood in front of the crowd. He pointed at Mr. Hao and said, "You have a big turtle on your face!"
"What did you say?!" Hao Shao's pupils dilated instantly, and he tried to pounce on the little boy.
When the little boy's father saw this, he picked up the little boy and rushed out of the crowd.
Mr. Hao turned and pounced on the others: "What happened to my young master's face?"
Everyone was frightened and dispersed.
At this time, Mr. Hao had already guessed from everyone's reactions that he must be hard to see in his current appearance.
Hao Shao covered half of his face with his sleeves and quickly ran towards Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion.
"...Master! Where are you? Master..." The shouts of Fu'an and his servants came from not far away.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Hao quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.
"...Master! Where are you? Master..."
"This young master is here!" Mr. Hao covered his face with one hand and waved the other hand in the crowd.
Fu'an opened his eyes and said to the servants: "Master, where is he!" After saying that, everyone ran towards Mr. Hao.
Fu'an rushed to Mr. Hao and frowned: "Who are you! How dare you pretend to be our young master?!"
Mr. Hao still covered his face with his sleeves and said angrily: "You are a dog, a slave, you don't even recognize my own young master!"
Fu'an was angry and pointed at Young Master Hao's forehead: "What's wrong with your forehead? Our young master doesn't have that!" As he said that, he casually opened the sleeves of Young Master Hao's face. When he saw the face below, he burst into laughter: "
Haha... Whose turtle is this, grandson? He even has a face! Haha..."
"Haha..." All the servants followed suit, laughing.
The onlookers also burst into laughter: "Haha..."
Hao Shao was furious; he raised his leg and kicked Fu'an out, who was unprepared.
Fu'an fell to the ground and said angrily: "You are so bold and unruly, how dare you beat someone from the Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion!" Fu'an waved to the servants: "Come on, I will beat this unruly person to death!"
Mr. Hao gritted his teeth: "Fu'an! Well done to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the servants rushed towards Mr. Hao.
The onlookers stepped back one after another to make room for them.
Although Mr. Hao said that he did not do his job normally, he still had some skills in dealing with servants.
I saw Hao Shaofei flying forward, kicking the servants away one after another.
The more Fu An looked at this martial arts technique, the more he looked like his own young master. When he thought about his voice, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
After a while, Mr. Hao put down all the servants. He walked up to Fu'an and put his face close to Fu'an. He gritted his teeth and said, "Open your dog eyes and take a good look!"
Fu'an took it seriously and after careful identification for a long time, he found that if the lifelike turtle on his face was removed, he really looked like their young master!
His body went limp and he fell to the ground paralyzed: "Master! This slave deserves to die! This slave deserves to die..."
Upon hearing this, all the servants stopped getting up and knelt down: "You deserve to die! You deserve to die..."
Everyone was a little dumbfounded by this change.
"Isn't this just a dog bite dog!" a sentence suddenly came out from the crowd.
The dumbfounded crowd exploded instantly.
"This person turns out to be Mr. Hao!"
"How could Master Hao become like this!"
"Could this be retribution?"
"Yes! It must be retribution!"
A woman pointed at Mr. Hao and taught him the child in his arms: "Ah Meng! You must not do bad things in the future, otherwise you will become like him!"
"Yeah!" He nodded with a child in his arms, seemingly understanding.
"Get out!" Mr. Hao yelled at everyone.
Fu'an stood up quickly and threatened the crowd loudly: "If you don't leave, you will all go to jail!"
When everyone heard this, they dispersed in a hurry.
"Master! Now..." Fu An Zhan Ke Ke looked at Mr. Hao and asked.