"Zhou Xin?"
"Damn, it really could be him!"
Cheng Xiang cursed, "This guy has so damn patience, holding it in until graduation day!"
"Thank goodness you reacted quickly, Old Song, or else if I'd thrown that punch just now... damn it!"
Thinking of that, Cheng Xiang's face turned dark.
If he had really thrown that punch and the other side didn't reconcile, he might have gotten expelled from his job.
That's how it is in the system; you'd better not stir up trouble.
Or rather, before you stir up trouble, you'd better be sure you can solve it.
Otherwise, once things get blown up, your future is gone.
Thinking about how that thug purposely moved his face over, it was obviously to provoke them and force them to make a move.
Song Guanchao glanced at the ti and said, "Let's go, head back."
The three thought he planned to let it go just like that, wanted to say sothing, but didn't know what to say.
The originally good mood was soured by this incident, making the three sowhat upset.
Back at the dormitory, they picked up their suitcases or backpacks.
By the ti they ca out, Song Guanchao was already standing outside the dorm with his backpack, waiting for them.
"Let's go."
At the parking lot, Song Guanchao threw his backpack into the car and placed Jiang Yiren's suitcase inside too.
"Old Song, I'm heading off, call when you guys co to Changyun City in the future." Cheng Xiang's enthusiasm wasn't too high; he was clearly still angry about the incident just now.
"Leaving?" Song Guanchao suddenly smiled and said, "The matter isn't over, and you're leaving?"
Cheng Xiang blinked, suddenly thought of sothing, and said excitedly, "You're going to make a move?"
Song Guanchao nodded, "Let's find those thugs first and see if it's Zhou Xin."
He wasn't a good-tempered person to begin with, and since the other side dared to push buttons, if he didn't retaliate, they'd really think he was scared.
Chen Yirou said, "Yes, we need to find out who it really is. If it is Zhou Xin, I'll definitely smash his face!"
"Get in the car."
Song Guanchao opened the car door, "Old Cheng, you drive."
The four got into a car, and Cheng Xiang asked, "Where to?"
"Wait outside the police station."
The police station was right next to the party school, very close by.
He had Chief Qian detain them for half an hour before releasing them.
Just as they arrived outside the police station, a few minutes later, the thugs were released.
"Damn, why isn't that guy playing by the rules?"
The thugs were a bit frustrated.
They thought it would be simple – instead, the guy didn't make a move and called the police.
Lucky for them, it was just a dispute, and after a lecture from the police, they were let go.
The thugs left the police station, strolling aimlessly along the roadside, not noticing a car slowly trailing behind them.
They walked a distance and squatted by the roadside for a smoke.
Through the car window, Song Guanchao looked left and right, "Stop right here."
He took a hat and mask from the console, also took off his jacket.
"See that small grove over there?"
"I'll go first, you guys co find later."
Song Guanchao opened the car door and walked toward the thugs.
When he got close, he suddenly snatched a thug's phone and turned to leap across the greenbelt, running toward the small grove.
"Damn!"
The thugs cursed and took off running after him.
Cheng Xiang clicked his tongue, "Old Song's really badass, coming up with the idea to snatch a phone."
"Let's hurry after him." Chen Yirou pushed open the car door and quickly followed.
The thugs chased into the grove for less than a few dozen ters and found the man who snatched the phone had stopped.
"Run, why aren't you running?"
The thugs, imitating movie gangsters, smirked, cracking their knuckles, closing in on him bit by bit.
As they got closer, they suddenly found this thief's figure rather familiar.
Song Guanchao glanced around; there were five thugs in total.
They were all as thin as bean sprouts; taking each down with one punch shouldn't be a problem.
He waited until they surrounded him, less than half a ter away, then casually tossed the phone at his feet.
"Damn, you threw my phone!" the thug whose phone was taken cursed and threw a punch at him.
"Bang!"
Song Guanchao kicked out, striking the thug in the abdon, causing the thug, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, to fold over like a shrimp, rolling backward and falling to the ground, unable to get up while clutching his stomach and groaning.
Without even a glance after kicking, Song Guanchao retracted his leg and slapped the second thug.
The slap whistled through the air, and upon impact, the thug felt as if he'd been run over by a freight train, dizzy, deafened, and enveloped in a world of silence.
Song Guanchao then raised his elbow and slamd it onto the third thug's head.
By the ti Chen Yirou and the other two arrived, they happened to see Song Guanchao finish off the third thug.
The remaining two thugs were already scared witless, frozen in place, neither advancing nor fleeing.
The swift and precise punches and kicks, the sound of fists hitting flesh...
They'd never seen anyone so proficient at fighting.
"You're here?"
Song Guanchao initially planned to continue, but seeing they had arrived, he said, "I left two for you guys."
Looking at the three on the ground, Cheng Xiang cursed, "Damn, I never knew Song Guanchao could fight like this."
Chen Yirou and Jiang Yiren, seeing Song Guanchao in action for the first ti, felt as if they were eting him anew.
After a mont of surprise, Cheng Xiang rushed up, grabbed a thug's head full of yellow hair, and slamd his knee into his face.
The thug let out a scream, clutching his blood-soaked face and squatting down.
The last one, legs quivering, stood out starkly pale under the night sky.
"Please, don't hit ... ah!"
Before he could finish, Chen Yirou had already taken off her shoe and was beating his face ferociously.
Ordinarily, Chen Yirou, being petite, compared to this skinny thug who's still a man, shouldn't be able to overpower him.
But he was already scared out of his wits, with no thought of fighting back or resisting.
His face was battered alternately on left and right by Chen Yirou's shoe.
The pain nearly made him cry.
Chen Yirou, feeling tired, turned and said, "Yiren, aren't you hitting him?"
"I, I... I don't know how." Jiang Yiren blushed.
She had never been in a fight since childhood.
"You can learn,"
Chen Yirou said, "Take off your shoe and hit his face with it."
Jiang Yiren wanted to refuse, but thinking the others had all taken a shot while she hadn't, she felt a bit out of place.
She pressed her lips, took off her shoe, walked over, and seeing the thug's already swollen face, felt a touch of pity.
She closed her eyes, raised the shoe, and gently struck him.
Slap.
The blow was light.
Chen Yirou was speechless.
She knew Jiang Yiren was soft-hearted, but this was too soft.
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