The ti goes back to the big break during this evening’s self-study.
Lin Zida and Zhuang Jianhui stood in the eastern corridor. Under the night sky, a cold and lonely moon hung high, emitting a pale and desolate light.
Lin Zida said, "I heard that so expelled students had their families pull strings to get people from the education bureau to talk to the principal."
Zhuang Jianhui was indifferent, "And the result?"
Lin Zida: "Since they’ve already been expelled, nothing will change."
"Pull strings?" Zhuang Jianhui sneered, feeling ridiculous, "Those people, thinking they have so small connections, want to change the established reality. It’s just too funny."
Lin Zida understood, "It’s a society based on human connections; it’s normal."
Zhuang Jianhui said lightly, "Ignorance."
Imdiately, he added, "But, it’s just as well. After they’ve tried pulling strings, they’ll understand what it ans to be an ephera against the vast sky."
Listening to Zhuang Jianhui’s words, Lin Zida remained silent.
Indeed, the fact was that the Zhuang family had placents in various important departnts, like a towering ancient tree spreading its branches and leaves.
Such power, when ordinary people strive to the utmost, they can only hope to catch up.
However, not everyone would obediently follow the rules.
Like the Yellow Turban of ancient tis.
Like the first male sniper of later generations.
...
’River Fish House,’ on the unnad path to the north.
The cold and lonely moon still hung high in the sky, and the surrounding air carried a chill, gently brushing against Zhuang Jianhui and Lin Zida, causing them to feel a shiver of coldness.
The concrete ground reflected a faint luster under the moonlight, as if covered by a thin layer of frost.
"Brother, you ca?"
A sudden voice echoed, sending a chill down their spines.
The originally anxious and frail girl had changed from her previous pleading deanor to one of extre indifference.
At the sa ti, two figures erged from behind, one a sturdy man with short eyebrows, the other a middle-aged man with high cheekbones.
Lin Zida’s alarm bells rang in his mind, quickly surveying the surroundings; there were a total of three people, not counting the girl.
But, what made Lin Zida even more chilled—tal pipes, a dagger, tal pipes.
Though there were only three people, they all carried weapons, making their lethality greater than ten ordinary people!
And these three were different from ordinary thugs, exuding an aura that made one’s scalp tingle.
The bald man stared straight at Zhuang Jianhui, confirming that he was indeed the person in the photo.
He said, "To lure you out, we specifically used a honey trap. Are you touched?"
Lin Zida quickly piled on a smile and said flatteringly, "Thanks for the hard work, brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, the short-eyebrowed man beside him stretched out his hand and gave Lin Zida a heavy slap on the left cheek.
"Smack!" The calluses on the short-eyebrowed man’s palm were extrely thick, making the slap extrely hard. Lin Zida only felt a scorching sense of heat on his cheek.
The bald man’s gaze was cold and grim, "Did I give you permission to speak?"
Lin Zida felt intense hatred in his heart; he had never been humiliated like this from a young age and wished to kill the other party. But he didn’t show it, only giving an awkward smile.
Only then did the bald man look at Zhuang Jianhui, "Boy, I was asking you a question. Are you touched?"
Zhuang Jianhui stared at the bald man, forcibly maintaining his composure, "Who sent you? Fine, no matter who it is, if you leave now, we’ll pretend that what happened today never occurred."
Suddenly, a fierce tal pipe swung down through the air. It happened too quickly; Zhuang Jianhui instinctively raised his arm to block.
The hard tal pipe crashed into his arm, shattering everything with brutal force.
The sound of bones cracking echoed loudly.
Ti seed to freeze. Zhuang Jianhui felt as if countless needles pierced deeply into his skin and bone marrow, causing intense pain that quickly spread throughout his entire arm.
"My hand!"
He watched in horror as his forearm twisted into a terrifying angle, with pain and fear intertwining and nearly stopping his breath.
Zhuang Jianhui’s facial features contorted, his eyes nearly tearing from his sockets—his arm was broken!
Lin Zida was equally shocked. He hadn’t expected these people to act so decisively.
A dagger pointed at Zhuang Jianhui’s face, and the short-eyebrowed man’s hoarse voice echoed, "Try calling out."
Staring at the sharp dagger glinting coldly, Zhuang Jianhui let out a muffled groan, gritting his teeth to stay silent.
"That’s more like it!" The bald man said leisurely, "Don’t waste my ti with nonsense."
Lin Zida’s lips moved, but with previous events as a lesson, he dared not speak, even if he had a planned script, he couldn’t implent it.
A strong sense of helplessness arose within Lin Zida; their illustrious background and endless wealth were of no use in the face of absolute violence.
The bald man’s gaze slowly dropped downward, "And there’s still a leg."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhuang Jianhui’s body involuntarily trembled.
He was scared.
Faced with such a situation, no one wouldn’t be terrified.
But with a dagger hanging right in front of him, a broken leg could heal, but if an eyeball was gone, it was really gone.
Zhuang Jianhui clenched his teeth, preparing to endure. Once this was over, he would definitely make sure these people were dead!
In the cruellest way possible, he would make sure they were dead!
Violent thoughts filled Zhuang Jianhui’s eyes.
The bald man, upon seeing this, understood the other party’s thoughts well, and laughed, "Quite the fierce look you’ve got, kid!"
"Here’s the deal." The bald man said, "Old Ghost, sa old trick."
Upon his words, the middle-aged man with high cheekbones raised his hand, bringing the tal pipe to Zhuang Jianhui’s lips, "Open up."
Zhuang Jianhui felt incredibly humiliated.
"Three, two..." The bald man started to count down.
Faced with life and death, Zhuang Jianhui abandoned his dignity and slowly opened his mouth.
The middle-aged man with high cheekbones directly inserted the tal pipe into his mouth, "Bite down.
Zhuang Jianhui complied, his teeth making contact with the cold tal, a feeling of excruciating discomfort akin to impending torture, causing severe psychological pressure.
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