Threat

"Zhou En, I've brought your best buddy here." Just as Zhou En finished speaking, the crowd suddenly parted.

About ten people walked to the front. The voice came from Scarface, who was leading them, and in the middle of them, they were holding Zhou En's best buddy, Chubby.

However, Chubby, as he was now, had obvious bruises on his plump body and his eyes were tightly shut, clearly unconscious.

Seeing his brother in such a sorry state, Zhou En's eyes instantly turned red.

"Bastards." Zhou En rushed forward, twisting his waist and channeling the power through his pectoral and triceps muscles, finally concentrating it into his right fist.

He threw a punch fiercely at one of the men holding Chubby.

But Zhou En, with no fighting experience at all, was clearly at a disadvantage.

The thugs beside Zhou En kicked him simultaneously, and while it didn't cause much damage, it stopped his forward momentum.

Zhou En felt like his punch had landed on cotton, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Kid, you have no idea how weak your buddy is. He was caught after running less than an inch."

"We deliberately didn't hit his face so we could teach this fatty a good lesson, but even so, your buddy only lasted about ten seconds before passing out."

Scarface shook his head, looking quite helpless.

Zhou En clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging into his skin, drawing bright red blood.

"I'm sorry," Zhou En murmured.

Scarface's lips curled into a sinister grin. Combined with his expression, it made Scarface look incredibly terrifying.

"Kid, we hope you'll give us a good time."

As he spoke, he clenched his fists, making cracking sounds.

Before Zhou En could react, Scarface's right fist smashed hard into his face.

Zhou En's mind went blank.

When Zhou En's consciousness returned to his body, he found himself lying on the ground.

Spitting out dirt and foxtails from his mouth, he used his hands to prop himself up, trying to stand.

But how could Li Hui's lackeys let Zhou En get up?

Scarface extended his right foot and stomped hard on Zhou En's back.

"Brothers, go get him! Beat him to death!" Scarface said to the thugs around him.

"Alright!"

"Boss, save a spot for me!"

Hearing Scarface's words, everyone became excited as if they had been injected with adrenaline, shouting for their turn.

Yue Hua walked up to Scarface and said, "Brother Li said to break this kid's upper arm."

"Otherwise, this kid might still become a competitor for Brother Li's official trainee spot in three months."

Scarface nodded and grinned sinisterly, "Three months? I'll make sure he can't get out of bed for six months."

Clearly, Scarface was trying to curry favor with Li Hui.

Yue Hua nodded, "You know what to do."

Scarface turned to the thugs and said, "Alright, let's do it."

As he spoke, he raised his foot, intending to stomp hard on Zhou En's face.

If that kick had landed, Zhou En's nose would have been broken for sure.

"Ah!"

A scream made Scarface abruptly stop his foot, which was poised to stomp.

Yue Hua's face turned ugly. He knew the situation had been exposed.

As long as there was no clear evidence, Li Hui could help them smooth things over, but if others saw it, even Li Hui would be helpless.

For a moment, Yue Hua cursed the person who screamed, all the way back to their ancestors.

The girl who screamed was clearly stunned by the scene, which resembled something out of a Hong Kong triad movie, and stood there dumbfounded.

For a moment, she forgot to run.

Yue Hua ignored the screaming girl and slowly walked up to Zhou En, who was lying on the ground, and grabbed Zhou En's not-very-long hair.

"Kid, you'd better forfeit the official trainee selection in three months, or I can't guarantee you'll be this lucky next time."

He lightly patted Zhou En's cheek.

"Did you hear me?"

This was actually a desperate measure Yue Hua had thought of. He would definitely get scolded when he went back.

Zhou En glanced at the surrounding thugs and said, word by word, "I will definitely defeat Li Hui and become an official trainee."

Zhou En finally understood that Li Hui was a complete scoundrel.

I'm no pushover who anyone can mess with.

Hearing this, Yue Hua's expression stiffened.

"Slap." A crisp sound rang out, and five clear finger marks immediately appeared on Zhou En's right cheek.

"Fine, fine. If you're looking for death, then I have no reason to let you live."

Yue Hua shook his slightly numb right hand and threatened, "Kid, you better pray we don't catch you in the next three months."

"When that time comes, Brother Li will definitely have someone break your bones."

"Let's go."

As the words fell, Yue Hua and Scarface led a group of people away from the small grove.

The girl beside them watched the group of thugs pass by, her eyes filled with terror.

She now regretted not buying a pair of 'anti-rape jeans'.

She covered her chest with both hands, trembling, looking utterly pathetic.

Yue Hua noticed her reaction and his face darkened.

Yue Hua was already extremely annoyed that he hadn't dealt with Zhou En today, and now this girl was treating him like a rapist???

He turned back and glared fiercely at the girl, scaring her into a scream, then left with satisfaction.

Seeing the group of thugs leave, the girl quickly ran to Zhou En.

"Hey classmate, are you okay? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Generally, when new schools are built, they are located in the suburbs because the city doesn't have enough land, and housing prices are high.

Only some century-old schools are found in the city center.

Zhou En's school clearly didn't have such a long history, so most students chose to go to the infirmary when they got sick.

Zhou En sized up the girl in front of him. She wore a white t-shirt and jeans, with a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses.

He shook his head. A wounded man is most attractive to women. Zhou En's action immediately made the eyes behind the girl's glasses light up.

"Classmate, let me help you up." Honestly, no man could refuse a girl offering to help him up.

Those men who claim to refuse are just putting on an act.

Zhou En shook his head, refusing the girl's kind offer.