Chapter 55 — A Sensational Fight, Part Two

"They have guns — they came with guns!" Zhang Xiaohua shrieked, pointing at Brother Black Panther.

At Zhang Xiaohua's words, the other teachers all turned to look at Brother Black Panther. And sure enough — at some point a black pistol had appeared in his hand, aimed straight at Wei Zhao.

"Do not go over there yet — call the police, hurry!" Wang Zhifeng sensed at once that things had taken a bad turn. This was no longer something the school could control. He had never imagined that Brother Black Panther and his men would dare to pull a gun on school grounds. If this blew up into a disaster, it was far beyond what a mere dean of discipline could bear — and the principal would likely be dragged in too...

What Wei Zhao had not expected was that Brother Black Panther would be driven to such desperate measures — not only refusing to back down, but actually drawing a gun.

"Little brat, weren't you f***ing cocky? Go on, be cocky! F***, look at what is in my hand! Bet you have never seen one of these, have you?" Brother Black Panther's whole body ached, but he felt a savage satisfaction. He loved this feeling of looking down on others.

"It is just a gun, is it not?" Wei Zhao glanced at Brother Black Panther and said flatly.

Hearing that, Brother Black Panther nearly exploded with rage. What did he mean, just a gun? Did the kid think it was a toy? Brother Black Panther was thoroughly displeased. He knew that one twitch of his hand would be enough to send Wei Zhao to his grave, but what he wanted even more was to see Wei Zhao scared witless and pissing his pants.

"That is right, it is a gun. Now die, you little bastard!" A cruel, savage glint came into Brother Black Panther's eyes.

"Bang..." A gunshot tore across the sky above the school playground... Every teacher and student was frozen in shock.

They had never imagined that anyone would dare to fire a gun and commit murder inside a school. And at that moment, no one was more terrified than those six people...

Gu Mengyao clenched Shen Yushu's small hand; sweat had soaked her entire palm. The instant Brother Black Panther produced the gun, her heart gave a sudden lurch, as though it had lost all footing...

Back at the bank, when Wei Zhao had stood up to face the muzzle of a gun, she had not felt this way. But now... the feeling was unbearably intense. She did not want to admit it, yet in her heart she could not help praying that nothing would happen to Wei Zhao...

Shen Yushu, too, was thrown into confusion. Everything happening now was utterly beyond anything she could have imagined. She had never thought Zhong Yongliang would go to such extremes as to bring someone to kill Wei Zhao.

Zhong Yongliang probably had not expected it either — that Brother Black Panther would pull a gun inside the school. When it came down to it, he was still a student. He had only wanted to teach Wei Zhao a lesson; he had never meant to kill him. If Brother Black Panther shot Wei Zhao dead in front of everyone, he himself would not escape the consequences.

Kang Xiaobo also watched Wei Zhao with worry, but faced with that black muzzle, though he wanted to say something, his legs had already stopped obeying him — he could not move a step.

Of course, no one was more worried than Wang Zhifeng. He had never imagined that the men Zhong Yongliang brought would be so brazen as to use a firearm on campus — and to actually fire it.

"Awooo..." Brother Black Panther let out a heart-rending scream. The fingers of his entire right hand were gone; only half a bloody palm remained, a horrifying sight.

The pistol — had burst.

Of course, this was no accident. However shoddy a knockoff pistol might be, it would not burst so easily. It was just that, an instant before Brother Black Panther pulled the trigger, Wei Zhao had swiftly stamped his foot down on the barrel, and the barrel had warped on the spot... But all of this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that even Brother Black Panther himself never noticed. After the gun was stamped on, he did not even glance at it; he simply raised his hand and fired at Wei Zhao.

That was not the end of it. Wei Zhao decided to finish what he had started, and swung his leg to stamp down hard on Brother Black Panther's other hand and both legs. The crisp crack of breaking bones, accompanied by Brother Black Panther's ever-weakening howls, made everyone present shudder.

Zhong Yongliang's legs had long since gone weak with fright. He hid with Gao Xiaofu and Zhang Naipao behind a nearby basketball hoop, not daring to come any closer...

Zou Ruoming's feelings at that moment were hard to describe. The instant Brother Black Panther drew the gun, his heart surged — and carried a trace of panic with it. His own brother ran with the underworld too, but he had never come into contact with a real gun.

"Brother Ming, he has a gun..." Zou Ruoming's underling gaped, pointing in astonishment toward Brother Black Panther.

"I have eyes. I can see for myself." Zou Ruoming held his breath and shot his underling a glare. At a critical moment like this, he did not want to be disturbed. Zou Ruoming felt as though he were inside a movie. He did not share Zhong Yongliang's unease; whether Wei Zhao was shot dead or not, he could simply stand on the sidelines and enjoy the show.

The gunshot, the howling... But Zou Ruoming did not see Wei Zhao collapse in a pool of blood as he had imagined. Instead, he saw Brother Black Panther, with only half a palm left, howling there like a madman.

"What the hell, no way? Brother Ming, that gun seems to have burst." Zou Ruoming's underling's eyes went wide.

"Do not mess with that kid from now on..." Watching Wei Zhao stamp down on Brother Black Panther, one foot after another, Zou Ruoming shuddered all over. "That kid is a f***ing lunatic."

Zou Ruoming was very reluctant to say such a thing in front of his underlings, but he had no choice. He was afraid that one of them would provoke this born violent maniac and bring him even greater trouble.

Zou Ruoming knew his own limits well enough. Even Brother Black Panther was no match for the kid; if he went up himself, he would only be a snack between someone's teeth. But to cover his own embarrassment, he tacked on another line: "That kid is a f***ing lunatic." That way, his meaning became: Wei Zhao was a lunatic, and an ordinary person naturally could not be compared with a lunatic — so his face was saved.

In fact, Zou Ruoming did not need to explain at all. His several underlings were already badly frightened. A person who could beat a big underworld boss like Brother Black Panther until he squealed — none of them had the guts to provoke him.

"Hmph. This one just loves to act... act like a poser." Seeing that Wei Zhao was fine, Gu Mengyao let out a breath of relief, though her face still wore a cold, resentful look. She had originally meant to say "put on airs," but then felt the phrase was too unrefined, and by the time it reached her lips it had turned into "act like a poser."

"I told you a long time ago that Arrow Brand Brother is awesome." Shen Yushu also breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile returned to her face as she said cheerfully to Gu Mengyao.

But the most excited of all was Kang Xiaobo. Watching Wei Zhao trample Brother Black Panther underfoot, one stamp after another, he felt an indescribable thrill. He wanted to go up and stamp a few times alongside Wei Zhao. He raised his head and glanced at the school leaders not far away, then gritted his teeth, rushed forward and kicked Brother Black Panther hard in the crotch: "F***, that is for hitting my boss!"

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