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.