Seeing that Xu Jie still dared to continue his violence, the furious male instructor crushed his phone in one hand and roared.
"Xu Jie! You're courting death! Zhao Tianyu's father is the Guard Officer of Jincheng City. Aren't you afraid..."
"Then let his old man come to the school and kill me!"
As Xu Jie tore out Zhao Tianyu's other leg tendon, he answered indifferently.
What a joke!
Xu Jie was a bona fide desperado!
Threaten him?
He had not even planned to live until tomorrow morning. Who did they think they were dealing with?
Don't talk to Xu Jie about the future, about who he could not afford to offend, about a youth not being despised for poverty, or thirty years east of the river and thirty years west of the river.
In his previous life, Xu Jie had spent years drifting through Southeast Asia, living every day as though it were his last.
Talking to him about the future, about a promising future, about thirty years east of the river—wasn't that a joke?
Today, this old man just wanted satisfying revenge and exhilarating slaughter. Why should he care whether tomorrow brought a raging storm or floodwaters swallowing the sky?
The male instructor's expression changed at once. Xu Jie's words were simply too shocking.
They vividly revealed the image of an utterly lawless desperado!
Willing to be flayed alive, daring to drag the emperor off his horse!
As long as one was not afraid of death, no one knew who would die first in the end!
Rip! Rip!
The sound of flesh separating echoed through the entire senior classroom.
Xu Jie expressionlessly finished pulling out Zhao Tianyu's tendons. Looking at Zhao Tianyu sprawled before him like a lump of rotten mud, he finally revealed a satisfied smile.
He instinctively reached into his pocket, seemingly searching for something.
Soon, he frowned slightly and turned to look at the seniors in the classroom, who stood there silent as cicadas in winter.
"Where are the pills?"
Just three words. His voice was calm as still water, yet it seemed to carry some indescribable magic.
The seniors who were still standing around watching were like people viciously whipped by an invisible lash.
Every one of them hurriedly began rummaging through their pockets, like startled little rabbits.
Before long, a bag filled with all kinds of pills appeared on the desk before Xu Jie.
Inside were the most common Blood-Nourishing Pills, as well as the more advanced Blood-Refining Pills.
Robbing... borrowing pills felt amazing!
Especially right in front of an instructor!
So this was what bullying felt like?
It seemed he should visit the senior classes more often in the future!
Xu Jie had barely attended school in his previous life. He had heard of school bullying, but he had never expected the stuff to be genuinely addictive.
Of course, with Xu Jie's personality, he disdained bullying the weak!
The Southeast Asian military instructor who had trained him in his previous life had once drilled one idea into him.
If you were going to fight, fight the strongest one!
Bullying the weak did not prove your strength!
Only by defeating the strongest and most arrogant one could you prove how badass you were!
Thus, Xu Jie's character actually carried a trait of respecting those above without humiliating those below.
Just as Xu Jie, pills in hand, was about to leave, the classroom door was kicked open with a bang.
The moment the cold-faced female instructor Chu Mingyue entered the classroom, her delicate brows furrowed.
What a thick stench of blood!
Had this place turned into a slaughterhouse?
She first glanced at the four senior students lying on the floor, their fates unknown.
Then she looked at Zhao Tianyu, slumped over a desk, bloody and mangled beyond recognition.
Only then did she fix her gaze on Xu Jie, who looked utterly unconcerned despite his clothes being stained red with blood.
"..."
What exactly was wrong with this kid!?
What Xu Jie did not know was that Chu Mingyue had only just finished dealing with the aftermath of the three junior students he had crippled.
Yet the moment she left the infirmary, she received the male instructor's call and rushed frantically to the senior classes.
"Li Feng, why didn't you call the infirmary?"
Chu Mingyue questioned the male instructor, immediately pulling out her phone to call the infirmary. She did not even have time to be shocked by Xu Jie's audacity and ruthlessness, or the horrifying sight in the classroom.
Upon hearing that, the male instructor Li Feng sneered and mockingly said in a flat tone.
"Miss Chu, your student is really something! How would I dare make the call to the infirmary on my own? I was afraid he'd attack me too!"
Chu Mingyue gave her colleague Li Feng a deep look but said nothing more.
After finishing the call, she turned toward the absent-minded Xu Jie and coldly shouted.
"Xu Jie, come with me!"
"Oh."
Chu Mingyue was Xu Jie's direct instructor. Knowing he was not yet her match, Xu Jie obediently walked toward her for once.
However, as he passed Li Feng at the door, he heard the other man's threat.
"Xu Jie, I hope you'll be just as tough when you go out for practical training."
Xu Jie turned a deaf ear, as though he had heard nothing, and leisurely followed Chu Mingyue away.
They left behind a wrecked classroom and Li Feng, whose expression was ugly to the extreme.
The second-year corridor.
Xu Jie followed behind Chu Mingyue, brazenly admiring her curvaceous back.
He had not examined her carefully before...
This woman was no ordinary vixen!
Black stockings, suspenders, letters, glossy shining hair!
High heels, red soles, straps, sky-high stilettos!
Good lord!
She was more than ten times hotter than the hostesses Xu Jie had encountered in Southeast Asian nightclubs in his previous life!
And it was not merely simple sluttiness!
Chu Mingyue had a lovely face and breathtaking beauty, curves in all the right places, and an E-cup presence that came right at you. From any angle, she was a D that every man would fight over!
Most importantly...
Judging from Xu Jie's record and experience of bedding a hundred women, this woman was actually not very old. She was probably at most twenty-five or twenty-six—and still a virgin!
Click, click, click!
The crisp sound of high heels suddenly fell silent. Chu Mingyue spun around and drove a fierce punch into Xu Jie's abdomen, asking in an icy voice.
"Have you looked enough?"
Xu Jie's brazen gaze all the way here had been as undisguised as knives.
A martial artist's senses were exceptionally sharp. How could Chu Mingyue possibly fail to notice?
Pfft!
Chu Mingyue's punch was extremely heavy. It made Xu Jie spit out a mouthful of blood and bend over slightly.
"Heh heh!"
Xu Jie endured the pain yet actually laughed. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and boldly shook his head.
"No! I don't understand what I did wrong! Besides, weren't you dressed like this for men to look at?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Furious beyond measure, Chu Mingyue harshly taught Xu Jie a lesson.
Xu Jie did not care in the slightest. He merely protected his lower body and endured Chu Mingyue's venting with a smile on his lips.
There was no helping it!
Who told Chu Mingyue to be his direct instructor?
This world was simply that cruel—the strong preyed on the weak!
He could ruthlessly cripple Zhao Tianyu and the others, so Chu Mingyue could naturally cripple him too!
Yet Xu Jie could tell that although Chu Mingyue looked fierce on the surface, she had secretly held back with every heavy blow and had not injured his tendons or bones.
To put it plainly, they were purely superficial injuries. They would heal in less than two and a half days.
Besides, Xu Jie was weaker than Chu Mingyue and still insisted on running his mouth. He deserved the beating!
When you were out in the world, you stood at attention when taking a beating!
It was not that Xu Jie had any masochistic tendencies. Compared to the tortures he had suffered in his previous life—
Electric shocks, being hung upside down, waterboarding, and the like—Chu Mingyue's methods now were nothing more than a drizzle to him.
Xu Jie had rebellion in every bone. As long as Chu Mingyue did not beat him to death on the spot, he was not afraid in the slightest!
It was not like he was some delicate pretty boy who got a tiny cut on his finger and whined about how much it hurt.
Xu Jie was not only hard-mouthed—his flagpole was hard, and his bones were harder still!
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