Since Xinghui High School had managed to establish itself in the most complicated part of Jianghai City, its security guards were not people to be trifled with. If the three of them had merely been teenage boys and girls who knew a little martial arts, then no matter how brave they were, they probably would not have come out of this unscathed. Of course, once Jiaming's hidden strength was taken into account, things were naturally different.
Wielding the legendary number-one concealed weapon under heaven—a bench—he swung and smashed it about in what looked like complete disorder. Amid the chaos, the two girls' graceful, fluid attacks drew everyone's attention. Hook punches, sidekicks, swinging bats—almost every blow found its mark. The security guards' attacks were either easily dodged or blocked midway by the bench.
None of the people present, including Lingjing and Shasha, had much real combat experience. Most people overlooked Jiaming's role. Yet when, not long afterward, the security guards lay sprawled all over the Discipline Office while the two girls had not suffered so much as a scratch, the onlookers' eyes widened in admiration. Later, this incident brought Ye Family Martial Arts School quite a bit of business, something none of the three had expected at the time.
After the fight, Lingjing took Shasha's hand and walked coldly out of the Discipline Office. Shasha waved her bat and did not forget to shoot several vicious glares at the bald director. Jiaming shook his head with a smile. Only when he reached the doorway did he turn back and say, "Why go through all this trouble... You took bribes to free up a spot; everyone knows it. If you'd behaved a little more decently, that would have been one thing. But now that you've made such a mess of things, let's