Chapter 87 — You Haven't Paid Yet, Please Vote

Although Wei Zhao had never known who his own mother was since he was little, when this man talked about screwing his mother, Wei Zhao naturally would not let him off easily. He already brooded over being an orphan, and now this scum had dragged his mother into it.

"Smack!"

Wei Zhao slapped the broad-faced fatty hard across the face and sent him flying on the spot. With Wei Zhao's strength, huge as the fatty was, he spun across the ground like a top for several turns before crashing headfirst into the dirt, a clear row of five finger marks rising on his left cheek, which had already been full of bulging flesh and now looked even more brutish.

"Whose mother are you going to fuck?" Wei Zhao stared coldly at the broad-faced fatty wailing on the ground.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you hit my man?" Zou Ruoming had not seen Wei Zhao clearly, for Wei Zhao had his back to him at that moment. Though it was terrifying how Wei Zhao had knocked the broad-faced fatty head over heels with one slap, he did not think much of it, assuming it had only worked because the fatty was caught off guard. Instinctively taking the newcomer for one of Zhong Yongliang's men, he reached out to shove Wei Zhao.

"Has your face healed?" Wei Zhao turned to look at Zou Ruoming.

"Lin... Wei Zhao?" Zou Ruoming finally recognized who this formidable figure before him was, and finally understood why he could send the broad-faced fatty flying with a single slap.

"I asked you a question. Has your face healed?" Wei Zhao looked at Zou Ruoming.

"Hea... healed..." Zou Ruoming suddenly felt timid. This Wei Zhao was fucking insane, a madman who had even beaten Brother Black Panther until he cried for his father and mother. How could he afford to provoke him? And what Wei Zhao was asking about was obviously whether the injury from that basketball smashing into his face that day had healed.

"Oh," Wei Zhao nodded, then suddenly reached out and slapped Zou Ruoming across the face. Blood spurted from his nose at once and half his face swelled up, though this time Wei Zhao did not send him flying as he had before. "Now it is broken again. Get lost."

Zou Ruoming clutched his face, burning with humiliation. What kind of rotten luck was this? He had just been hitting on a girl and ran into this evil star. And he had not even provoked him, had he? It was only that the broad-faced fatty had said "fuck your mother," and that had not even been aimed at Wei Zhao. Were there really people these days who went out of their way to pick up an insult?

But the situation forced his hand, and Zou Ruoming had no choice but to back down. He had no courage to fight Wei Zhao. Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running was the best. Turning around, he glared hatefully at Kang Xiaobo, thinking that this kid had caused all the trouble.

However, when Zou Ruoming saw the smug smile on Kang Xiaobo's face, he froze, and recalling what Kang Xiaobo had said earlier... his heart skipped a beat. Could the third of the Four Young Devils that Kang Xiaobo had mentioned be Wei Zhao? Of course. People at school had already been saying that Wei Zhao had replaced Zhong Yongliang and become the new third of the Four Young Devils on campus.

Shit, Zou Ruoming fumed in frustration. Damn it, why didn't you make yourself clear? If you had said you were one of Wei Zhao's men, why would I have argued with you at all? I would have turned around and left right away. Still, Zou Ruoming thought to himself now, even if Kang Xiaobo had suddenly claimed to be Wei Zhao's man just then, he might not have believed him anyway.

"Let's go!" Zou Ruoming told his men to haul the fatty up off the ground and slunk away from Mother Tang's barbecue stall.

The small vendors around Mother Tang's barbecue stall all stared at Wei Zhao in astonishment, wondering what his background was. They knew Zou Ruoming well enough, though. Seeing Wei Zhao strike Zou Ruoming while Zou Ruoming did not even dare to breathe a word and just slunk off, they all looked at Wei Zhao with awe. This was a far more fearsome character than Zou Ruoming.

"Tang... Tang Yun, are... are you all right?" It was the first time Kang Xiaobo had been this close to the goddess in his heart. Although he knew there was no way anything could ever happen between him and Tang Yun, just getting to exchange a few words was good. Now that the chance had come, Kang Xiaobo naturally did not want to let it slip. But from nervousness, he stuttered as he spoke.

Tang Yun frowned slightly. She had heard something over the past two days about Wei Zhao, the new third of the Four Young Devils on campus. Seeing that the boy from before was Wei Zhao and that Kang Xiaobo was his follower, wariness rose in her heart as a matter of course.

Wei Zhao's exploits had already spread. He had beaten up Zhong Yongliang as soon as he transferred in, and now he had slapped Zou Ruoming. Tang Yun feared him all the more, feeling he might not have any good intentions either, and that he had hit Zou Ruoming only to curry favor with her.

As for Kang Xiaobo, Tang Yun already took him for Wei Zhao's vanguard and had no good impression of him. Hearing him ask after her, she only said coolly, "I am fine."

Then she ran quickly to Mother Tang's side. "Mom!"

"Ah..." Mother Tang also saw clearly enough that it was Zou Ruoming pestering her daughter. While she felt relieved, she also feared Zou Ruoming's revenge. Yet seeing that Wei Zhao could bring Zou Ruoming to heel so completely, her thoughts began to stir again. In looks and bearing alike, Wei Zhao was far superior to that Zou Ruoming. If he were her daughter's boyfriend, that would not be bad at all, and at least there would be no need to worry about trouble from Zou Ruoming. Still, Mother Tang was only thinking idly. She did not want her daughter to suffer any grievance.

Kang Xiaobo could also see that Tang Yun did not much like talking to him, and he felt a little discouraged. Still, he understood the gap between him and Tang Yun, and that there was basically no possibility between them, so he stopped dwelling on it.

"Auntie, twenty lamb skewers, two lamb ribs, two chicken necks, two tofu rolls, and two bottles of beer!" Kang Xiaobo quickly got his bearings again and cheered up.

Although he had not won Tang Yun's favor, at least he had held his head high for once in front of Zou Ruoming. So what if you act so tough? In front of my boss, you still just get slapped in the face.

"Coming right up!" Mother Tang hurriedly answered. These two were even more formidable than Zou Ruoming, so she naturally had to serve them with care.

"Zou Ruoming, wait a moment!" Wei Zhao suddenly called out to Zou Ruoming, who had not gone far.

Zou Ruoming jumped at the sound of Wei Zhao's voice. He had no idea what Wei Zhao wanted now. Had he not already told him to leave? Why was he calling him back?

Although he did not want to go back, he had no choice but to do so. He could run, of course, but he could run from the monk but not from the temple. If Wei Zhao came looking for trouble with him later, he would not be able to take it.

"Lin... Wei Zhao, is there anything else?" Zou Ruoming turned around with a miserable face and asked.

"You haven't paid yet," Wei Zhao said lightly. In truth, Wei Zhao only felt that Mother Tang was pitiful, holding up the barbecue stall all alone with such difficulty, so he helped when he could. It was nothing but a small effort.

"Oh..." Zou Ruoming breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, could this Wei Zhao have taken a fancy to Tang Yun? Why else would he look out for her family like this? Damn it, but if that was the case, did he have any chance left at all? Fighting Wei Zhao over a woman would be suicide. Zou Ruoming fumed inwardly. Wei Zhao, I will remember you!

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