You're Mistaken About Yourself

The place where it happened really was the Chaozhou Hotel.

By the time Li Ye and the others arrived, a crowd of onlookers had already gathered around. If this hadn't been America, Li Ye, Wen Leyu, and the others wouldn't even have been able to squeeze close.

Americans didn't like "watching the excitement," because in this country where every household had a BIU BIU, no one knew whether an onlooker might become someone else's spectacle the next moment.

Li Ye saw that both Xia Zemin and Cadill had been restrained by the police. The two had clearly been through a clash just now.

One of Xia Zemin's eyes had been punched black and blue, there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, and dust stained his clothes, making him look somewhat bedraggled.

Cadill had no obvious injuries, yet he pointed at Xia Zemin while shouting at the police as though he had suffered some enormous injustice.

Li Ye had extensive experience with fights, and the more he looked, the more something felt off. He asked Sister Zhen and Jiao Yaqiang, "Didn't you say Xia Zemin's punch packed three or four hundred pounds? Why does it look like he got the short end of the stick?"

"I don't know either."

Jiao Yaqiang answered awkwardly, as if something was hard for him to say.

An old overseas Chinese man watching nearby laughed and explained, "One dared to hit, the other dared to take it. If he only took punches and didn't fight back, how could he not come out worse for wear?"

"Why didn't he fight back?"

"Heh, the police came even though he didn't fight back! If he had fought back, wouldn't that have been even worse?"

"..."

Li Ye had nothing to say.

Back at school, Teacher Jiao