Chapter 50 — A Bloody Case Triggered by a Basketball (Part One): Begging for Recommendation Votes, Begging for Collections, Thank You!

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"Awooo—" Zou Ruoming let out an agonized howl. His wrist had already been smashed out of joint; the basketball passed through his hands and slammed straight into his face.

"Bang"—another thunderous crash. This time Zou Ruoming did not even have time to howl before he went down with blood spurting from his nose, the red arc it traced through the air carrying a certain cold, cruel beauty.

Zou Ruoming was knocked straight into unconsciousness, and the lackeys who had been playing basketball with him were all stunned. Was that still a basketball? It was practically a cannonball.

Then look at the one who had started it all: Wei Zhao, as unconcerned as if nothing had happened, dusted the dirt off his hands and continued on toward the classroom building. Inwardly he was scornful. Playing tough with me? This time was light. If there is a next time, I will smash you until you cannot even take care of yourself; at worst, a vegetable.

"That kid hit Brother Ming—don't let him get away!" Someone shouted, and only then did Zou Ruoming's underlings come to their senses, all turning to look at Wei Zhao not far off.

Hearing the shout, Wei Zhao turned back with some impatience, swept a cold glance over the few people present, gave a cold laugh, and continued toward the classroom building.

Under the sweep of Wei Zhao's icy gaze, everyone shuddered for no reason at all. Avenging Brother Ming was a beautiful wish, but to actually carry it out... looking at Zou Ruoming on the ground, his wrist already deformed, his face covered in blood, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, they all backed down.

This... was actually done by a single basketball? With Zou Ruoming as a cautionary example, no one dared to be the first to provoke Wei Zhao. Who was stupider than whom? Even their leader was lying on the ground—did they have anything that made them tougher than Zou Ruoming?

The whole group lowered their heads; the underling who had shouted earlier shut his mouth as well, and they all scrambled to lift Zou Ruoming up and rushed him toward the school infirmary.

Zhong Yongliang had skipped morning self-study today. After arriving at school, he had called a man under his father named Brother Black Panther. Brother Black Panther counted as someone from the Songshan City underworld; he kept the floor at Splendid Years, the nightclub under his father's banner.

Zhong Yongliang asked him to come deal with Wei Zhao. At first Brother Black Panther was rather dismissive—just a student, why would he need to go himself? Sending a few of his underlings would settle it. He felt considerable contempt for Zhong Yongliang and his friends, who could not even handle a student, but out of consideration for Zhong Yongliang's father, Brother Black Panther did not say so.

After all, the boy was a young master, the eldest son of the group; Brother Black Panther was no fool—why offend him for nothing? Still, he felt it beneath him to personally deal with a little brat.

But worn down by Zhong Yongliang's persistent pestering, and hearing how formidable this newly transferred student was, a real martial artist, Brother Black Panther had no choice but to agree and bring his men to take a look.

Having finally gotten Brother Black Panther to come out, Zhong Yongliang was delighted. Brother Black Panther was famous for his fighting ability. Once a member of the provincial Sanda team, relying on being a professional, got drunk and made a scene at the nightclub; many of the security guards were helpless against him, but then Brother Black Panther arrived and in a few exchanges put that professional Sanda fighter flat on the ground. Zhong Yongliang admired him endlessly.

So, in his view, once Brother Black Panther made his move, that kid Wei Zhao could go eat shit today. If he did not make him kneel before him and call him Brother Liang today, he would never let it go.

However, Zhong Yongliang had brought Gao Xiaofu and Zhang Naipao to school early, and waited until the first class was about to begin, yet there was still no sign of Wei Zhao. Zhong Yongliang grew anxious. Surely the kid had not gotten scared and decided not to come?

Then would he not have gone to all the trouble of getting Brother Black Panther for nothing? With Wei Zhao absent, Zhong Yongliang had no interest in staying in the classroom either, so he waved his hand and led Gao Xiaofu and Zhang Naipao out of the classroom.

"Brother Liang, do you think that kid Wei Zhao got scared after going home yesterday, that he offended us and does not dare come to school?" Gao Xiaofu analyzed.

"It's possible." Zhong Yongliang frowned too; that was what he feared most.

"No way. He can hide for a while, but can he hide forever? Unless he does not want to study at this school anymore—but he only transferred here yesterday, and he is quitting today?" Zhang Naipao was also puzzled. How could Wei Zhao come to school for one day and then not come?

"Shit, this one day is bad enough. You know, Brother Black Panther does not have time every day—he still has to watch the floor for my dad. If my dad finds out I asked him out to fight for me, he will skin me alive," Zhong Yongliang said worriedly.

"Yeah, that's true. If your dad agreed to let you run with the gangs and had Brother Black Panther be your bodyguard, Brother Liang, you would definitely be doing better than Zou Ruoming. He only has an older brother in the underworld backing him," Gao Xiaofu said, deeply convinced.

"Forget all that. My dad still hopes I will get into a good university," Zhong Yongliang sighed. "If Wei Zhao really does not come today, then we have lost a good chance to teach him a lesson. Getting another chance like this later will not be easy."

"Kang Xiaobo is here. How about letting Brother Black Panther deal with him?" Zhang Naipao still harbored a grudge over the kick Kang Xiaobo had given him yesterday.

"Shit, does Kang Xiaobo even need Brother Black Panther? The few of us could take him down ourselves," Gao Xiaofu said, giving Zhang Naipao a look. "Can't you come up with any good ideas?"

"You criticize me—then you come up with a good one," Zhang Naipao said, somewhat aggrieved.

"All right, you two, stop arguing." Zhong Yongliang pressed his hand down impatiently, found a step at the edge of the sports field and sat down, then took out a cigarette and put it between his lips.

"Click." Zhang Naipao hurriedly produced a lighter and lit it for Zhong Yongliang, smiling awkwardly.

"Over there, looks like Zou Ruoming and his bunch are playing basketball. Brother Liang, how about we go over and play a bit too?" Gao Xiaofu pointed at a group of people playing basketball on the other side of the field.

"Not interested." Zhong Yongliang glanced at Zou Ruoming and the others in the distance and shook his head. "If Wei Zhao still does not show up in a bit, I will just have to call Brother Black Panther and tell him to come another day."

"Brother Liang, Brother Liang, look, look quick—" Zhang Naipao suddenly cried out.

"Shit, what are you yelling for?" Zhong Yongliang was badly startled by Zhang Naipao's sudden outburst. He glared at him and said irritably.

"No, Brother Liang, it's Wei Zhao..." Zhang Naipao could barely speak straight.

"What do you mean it's not Brother Liang, it's Wei Zhao? I have not changed my name yet. Shit, no matter how pathetic I am, I would not change my name to Wei Zhao," Zhong Yongliang said, looking at Zhang Naipao with displeasure, frowning.

"Brother Liang, I mean, Wei Zhao is here, he has come," Zhang Naipao finally finished what he wanted to say and let out a breath of relief.

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