"Did you hear? The new guy in Class 28 asked Black Hand Hungry Tiger to a one-on-one showdown in the Black Toilet!"
"No way! Since when did Black Hand Hungry Tiger care about one-on-one fights? Doesn't he always swarm people with a whole group?"
"So that means the guy's taking on a whole group by himself!"
"Isn't that just courting death?!"
"Hard to say. They say that guy has serious presence, not like an ordinary person. He might be an expert on Liu Shufeng's level. Oh, right—I asked around in Class 28. That guy stood up for his class, which was why he butted heads with Black Hand Hungry Tiger."
"So righteous? Or is it that the ignorant fear nothing and he doesn't know how vicious Black Hand Hungry Tiger is?"
"Who knows? But win or lose, that guy's name is going to spread."
"You're still chatting here? Hurry, hurry! They've already gone to the Black Toilet. Let's go take a look!"
"Go, go, go! Move it! If we get there late, we won't get a good spot!"
The Black Toilet stood outside the shaded side of the Trash Class building, right beside the corridors. In the blink of an eye, heads poked out from the windows of the second- and third-floor corridors of the Trash Class building, all craning their necks in anticipation. They watched several people enter the Black Toilet together, after which screams rang out from within. No one knew who had won or lost.
Everyone felt as if cats were clawing at their hearts, but they did not dare run down to the first floor to watch. Black Hand Hungry Tiger's vicious reputation was well known. If they angered him just by watching, the loss would outweigh the gain.
Not everyone was afraid to go downstairs. There were still some well-connected people waiting on the first floor.
The tall Liu Shufeng stood off to the side with his arms crossed, looking like some lofty master of the martial world. He held his pose while glancing sideways at the entrance to the Black Toilet.
When it came to duels and fights like these, I, Liu Chuanfeng of the Four Heavenly Kings, was the most interested.
Some of the more prominent delinquent youths from the other Trash Classes were also watching from the first floor. They gave Black Hand Hungry Tiger some face, but considered themselves people of the martial world as well, qualified to stand on the first floor.
Besides the delinquents, Zhao Qingmiao had unexpectedly followed along, peeking around nervously. He was indeed timid and cowardly, but he was not some rotten person who could not tell kindness from enmity. Shi Tiexin had arranged this fight to stand up for him; no matter how frightened he was, he gritted his teeth and followed, trembling.
If Shi Tiexin gets ganged up on, then I, then I—at least I can take him to the school infirmary...
I'm such a coward. Am I some hopeless piece of trash...?
Zhao Qingmiao sank into self-denial, but no one paid him any attention. Among everyone present, there was one person who would absolutely never be absent, staring at the Black Toilet entrance with flickering eyes.
It was Zhou Nan.
The Black Toilet was poorly lit, bright outside and dark within, so Zhou Nan could not see what was happening inside. But no matter who won or lost this fight, he had to learn the result at once so he could formulate his next plan of action.
If Teng Chaoguo won, then everything would be easy. He would still be the Boss of Class 28, Teng Chaoguo's cigarettes would be settled, and from then on he could handle Shi Tiexin however he pleased.
But if Teng Chaoguo lost... Impossible, impossible! How could that happen?! It was five against one, and in a place like the Black Toilet, where there was barely any room to dodge. How could Teng Chaoguo lose?
That kid must already be inside crying for his daddy and mommy, kneeling on the floor and drinking piss!
Hm? The sounds of fighting stopped?
Hehe, that kid was all show and no substance, good-looking but useless. He got taken down in no time at all!
Tap, tap, tap. Amid the footsteps, a figure walked from inside toward the door. Zhou Nan's delighted smile suddenly froze on his face. Because of his angle, he was the first to see that person's silhouette.
No... no way...
It was Shi Tiexin!
That outline, that height, and that eternally unchanging aura—black and hard as iron. It really was Shi Tiexin!
How could it be Shi Tiexin?
Why was it Shi Tiexin?
Zhou Nan racked his brains, but could not make sense of it at all. A bookworm who had fallen from an Elite Class entered the Black Toilet with five ruthless thugs—so why was Shi Tiexin the one who came out?
With a tap, Shi Tiexin stepped out of the Black Toilet. Everyone across all three floors saw him. Gasps rose without end, and discussion buzzed like a swarm of bees.
The victor had appeared!
But at that moment, Shi Tiexin suddenly stopped. He stood there at the restroom entrance, paused for a second, then turned around and walked back inside.
He actually went back in!
What was he going in for?
Everyone's heads were full of question marks—though the five people inside the Black Toilet were just as baffled. The fat guy lying not far from the entrance saw Shi Tiexin return and let out a fearful grunt, instinctively shifting his body. The others scrambled back a couple of times in fright too. Not one of them could stand.
Shi Tiexin's brutal beating had thoroughly beaten the fear into them.
Could it be that he had not beaten them to his heart's content and had come back to continue?
But under their terrified and baffled gazes, Shi Tiexin ignored them and walked straight to the urinal.
He had been so focused on fighting that he had nearly forgotten about peeing. Only when he reached the restroom door did his bladder remind him that if he did not pee now, it would really start leaking out. It was far too late to look for another restroom, and besides, he did not even know where any others were. After thinking it over, Shi Tiexin turned back and decided to take care of it here.
Hmm... would this be a little embarrassing?
Forget it. The three urgencies cannot wait. This will do.
The sound reached Teng Chaoguo's ears, instantly twisting his expression into something savage. He got it. He got it again. This bastard was pissing in front of him—he was fucking humiliating him! He was not pissing into the bucket at all; he was pissing right in his face!
"Mother... motherfucker..."
Teng Chaoguo's expression was terrifying. He suddenly pulled a switchblade from behind his waist, and with a snap, the blade sprang out. He had not had a chance to use it earlier. This time, Teng Chaoguo rolled to his feet and charged fiercely at Shi Tiexin's back, driving the knife straight toward his heart.
Die!
I'm not even an adult anyway! If I kill you today, maybe I can pull some strings and still get off scot-free!
Murderous intent bared its fangs in Teng Chaoguo's eyes. He actually wanted to stab Shi Tiexin to death in one strike.
But Shi Tiexin did not even look. He inhaled and stopped the stream, then spun around with a backward kick. With a booming BANG, his foot struck Teng Chaoguo squarely in the chest and abdomen. Teng Chaoguo was kicked so hard that his breath caught; he could not draw another breath, and his face turned crimson.
With a snap, pain shot through his wrist and the switchblade was knocked from his hand. Then his neck tightened—Shi Tiexin had already seized him by the throat. Before he could make any response, Teng Chaoguo felt tremendous force at the back of his neck, and a pitch-black urine bucket abruptly filled his vision.
With a SPLASH, Teng Chaoguo went in headfirst as Shi Tiexin flung him straight into the urine bucket.
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