Li Donghai and Others Plot

Li Donghai's face twisted as he stepped off the stage, his eyes blazing with fury as if he wanted to kill someone.

Zhang He and Yang Hu saw Li Donghai in this state and were terrified, but they still steeled themselves and cautiously approached him, offering soft greetings.

"Brother Donghai!"

Both knew Li Donghai's character—petty and vengeful. If they distanced themselves from him now, they would surely face his retaliation.

Neither of them had any background; they were ordinary students with no martial artists in their families, so naturally they couldn't contend with Li Donghai.

If it weren't for those meager cultivation resources, they wouldn't have followed Li Donghai and acted as his lackeys.

Hearing their greetings, Li Donghai forced himself to suppress his anger:

"Let's talk outside!"

He had lost face badly this time, being instantly defeated by Chen Mo, who was at a lower realm than him. Even now, his face still stung with humiliation.

Li Donghai walked ahead in silence, while Zhang He and Yang Hu followed quietly behind.

Once they were out of the martial arts hall, Li Donghai finally exploded:

"Fuck! Goddamn it!"

"Chen Mo! How dare he toy with me!"

He ground his teeth in hatred, spitting out Chen Mo's name with boundless fury and resentment.

After a long while, Li Donghai's anger subsided slightly, and he said to the two:

"Do you have any ideas on how I can get that hundred thousand back?"

A hundred thousand was pocket change for his family, but handing it over to Chen Mo for nothing made him deeply unwilling.

And it was obvious Chen Mo had set him up! Not only that, but he'd made him lose so much face. Once word of this spread at school, how could he face his classmates?

"This..."

Zhang He and Yang Hu looked at each other, at a loss for an answer.

Seeing their expressions, Li Donghai knew they had no ideas at all!

He also knew what they were like, so he settled for the next best thing:

"Forget it. Then think about how we can get even."

"I know this one!" Zhang He jumped in first. "Brother Donghai, we saw it just now—Chen Mo only beat you because his martial skill realm is higher. His blade speed was a bit faster than yours."

This was like rubbing salt in Li Donghai's wound. His face immediately darkened, and Zhang He noticed, so he sped up his explanation:

"When school starts on Monday, we'll spread rumors that his blade technique has reached perfection, and that he arrogantly claims no one in our Fifth Middle School can match him in martial skills!"

"As long as the rumor spreads, true or not, those geniuses at school will definitely come looking for Chen Mo and teach him a harsh lesson."

"Even if those geniuses don't act, there'll always be students who can't stand it and come after Chen Mo. Then he'll have endless trouble."

"And by then, no one will be paying attention to how you got instantly defeated by Chen Mo."

Hearing the words "instantly defeated," Li Donghai's nerves twitched again, and his teeth ground audibly.

Seeing Li Donghai still so furious, Zhang He was startled—was his method too shameless?

Zhang He's tone turned ingratiating, as he couldn't think of any other plan:

"Brother Donghai, does my method work?"

Yang Hu, standing nearby, was very supportive of Zhang He's idea and chimed in:

"Brother Donghai, I think Zhang He's method is pretty good! It shifts the topic and drags Chen Mo into endless trouble. Those geniuses at school are all proud and arrogant—how could they let a Sixth-grade Martial Disciple like Chen Mo stand above them?"

"Exactly! Spreading rumors doesn't cost anything. Even if people in our class don't believe it, other classes will."

Li Donghai knew full well that this method was effective and easy, but that wasn't what made him angry. What pissed him off was Zhang He mentioning his instant defeat—that was his sore spot!

But since the two were acting as his loyal dogs and coming up with plans, he'd let it slide.

"Fine, we'll use this method. Keep working on it over the next two days. I want results by Monday. I'll give you twenty thousand as expenses."

"Yes, Brother Donghai!"

Hearing there was money involved, the two immediately perked up, thumping their chests in assurance:

"Brother Donghai, we'll handle this perfectly. We won't drag you into it at all."

"Mm."

Li Donghai nodded slightly, his anger cooling a bit. But he still felt unsatisfied, so he looked at Zhang He and Yang Hu and got an idea.

"You two, your martial skills should have improved a bit lately. Come on, let's go back to the martial arts hall. I'll test you."

"Huh?"

Zhang He and Yang Hu were taken aback. They wanted to refuse, but they didn't dare.

At noon, after being humiliated by Chen Mo, Li Donghai had taken it out on them, beating them until they were half-dead. Now they were about to be tortured again, and they resisted with all their hearts.

Zhang He mustered his courage and said cautiously:

"Brother Donghai, look, it's already getting dark, and we haven't eaten yet. How about we save the pointers for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, yeah! It's so late, Brother Donghai, your family will be worried about you. Let's train again tomorrow, okay?"

Li Donghai understood their intentions perfectly. His face turned cold:

"What? You both want to wait until tomorrow to receive my guidance again?"

"No, Brother Donghai, any time you guide us is fine!"

Feeling the temperature around them drop a few degrees, Zhang He quickly changed his tune.

"Yeah! Brother Donghai, let's hurry into the gym. I can't wait for your guidance!"

Yang Hu also spoke with lowered eyes and a meek tone.

Neither of them dared to provoke Li Donghai's anger. If he got any angrier, his treatment of them would be even more brutal.

"Let's go!" Li Donghai led the way toward the gym entrance.

Zhang He and the other hung their heads, following behind with mournful faces.

Soon, from within a training room, screams like a pig being slaughtered rang out, lasting for several hours.

On the other side.

After Chen Mo and Jiang Tao left Wuji Martial Arts Gym, they headed straight for the restaurant they'd eaten at for lunch.

Along the way, each called home to say they'd eat before coming back.

Inside the private room.

After casually ordering a few dishes, Jiang Tao handed the menu to Chen Mo. Chen Mo glanced at what Jiang Tao had ordered—totaled up, it was less than a thousand yuan, clearly trying to save him money.

"Taozi, no need for that. I earned a hundred thousand today. Treating you to a meal, and you order this little? Here, reorder. Don't hold back."

Jiang Tao quickly waved his hands:

"Stop, just these dishes is fine. No need to be extravagant. Use that money for training resources. You've already opened your aperture—you'll need even more resources. A hundred thousand won't last you long either!"

"Money can be earned again. Now that my blade technique is perfected, I can work as a sparring partner at the gym. Making money is easy. If you won't order, I will!"

With that, Chen Mo lowered his head and ordered, finishing in no time.

He estimated this meal would cost about five thousand yuan.

Jiang Tao had treated him many times before. Since he had money now, he wasn't about to be stingy.