Threat

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

About ten people stepped forward. The voice had come from Scarface, who led them, while Chubby—Zhou En's best buddy—was being supported between them.

However, Chubby's plump body was covered in obvious bruises. His eyes were tightly shut, and he was clearly unconscious.

Seeing his brother in such a miserable state, Zhou En's eyes instantly reddened.

"Bastards." Zhou En surged forward, twisting his waist as his legs drove him ahead. Through his chest and triceps, he gathered all his strength into his right fist.

He viciously swung at one of the men supporting Chubby.

However, Zhou En, who had no fighting experience at all, was clearly at a disadvantage.

The thugs beside him each kicked Zhou En. Although their kicks did not cause him much harm,

they stopped his forward momentum.

At that moment, Zhou En felt as though his fist had struck cotton. The sensation was unbearably frustrating.

"Kid, you have no idea how weak your buddy is. We caught up with him before he'd even run a centimeter."

"To teach this fatso a proper lesson, we deliberately avoided hitting his face. Even so, your buddy only lasted a little over ten seconds before passing out."

Scarface shook his head, looking utterly helpless.

Zhou En clenched both fists so tightly that his fingernails pierced his skin, drawing bright red blood.

"I'm sorry," Zhou En murmured.

A sinister smile tugged at Scarface's lips. Combined with his expression, it made him look exceptionally terrifying.

"Kid, I hope you can give us a good time."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist and cracked his knuckles.

Before Zhou En had time to react, his right fist smashed viciously into Zhou En's face.

Zhou En's mind went blank.

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

He spat out the dirt and foxtail grass in his mouth, then braced himself with his hands and tried to stand.

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

Scarface extended his right foot and stamped it hard onto Zhou En's back.

"Brothers, get him! Beat him half to death!" Scarface shouted to the thugs around him.

"Got it!"

"Boss, save me a spot!"

After hearing Scarface's words, everyone became excited as if they had been pumped full of adrenaline. They shouted over one another, all clamoring for a turn.

Yue Hua walked over 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-student position three months from now."

Scarface nodded and sneered. "Three months? I'll beat him so badly he won't be able to get out of bed for half a year."

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

Yue Hua nodded. "As long as you understand."

Scarface turned toward the thugs. "All right, do it."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and viciously stomped toward Zhou En's face.

If that foot landed, Zhou En's nose would definitely be broken.

"Ah!"

A scream made Scarface abruptly stop his descending foot in midair.

Yue Hua's expression turned extremely ugly. He knew that what they were doing had been exposed.

As long as there was no clear evidence, Li Hui could settle everything for them. But if someone had witnessed it, even Li Hui would be powerless.

For a moment, Yue Hua cursed the screaming girl's entire ancestry.

The girl who had screamed was clearly stunned by the scene before her, which looked like something out of a Hong Kong gangster movie. She stood there blankly.

For a moment, she even forgot to run.

Yue Hua ignored the screaming girl and slowly walked over to Zhou En, who was lying on the ground. He grabbed Zhou En by his short hair.

"Kid, you'd better withdraw from the official-student selection three months from now. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you'll be this lucky next time."

He lightly patted Zhou En's cheek.

"Did you hear me?"

Yue Hua had only come up with this strategy as a last resort. Still, he would definitely be scolded when he went back.

Zhou En glanced around at the surrounding thugs and said each word clearly, "I will definitely defeat Li Hui and become an official student."

Zhou En finally understood. Li Hui was a complete and utter petty villain.

He was no soft persimmon that just anyone could squeeze.

Hearing this, Yue Hua's expression stiffened.

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

"Fine, fine. Since you don't care whether you live or die, then there's no need for me to leave you a way out."

Yue Hua shook his somewhat numb right hand and threatened, "Kid, you'd better pray that we don't get the chance to catch you over the next three months."

"When the time comes, Brother Li will definitely have someone break every bone in your body."

"Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Hua and Scarface led the group away from the small woods.

The girl nearby stared blankly at the group of thugs passing her, fear showing in her eyes.

She was already regretting not buying a pair of "rape-proof jeans."

She covered her chest with both hands and trembled, looking utterly pitiful.

Yue Hua noticed this and his expression darkened.

Yue Hua was already furious that he had failed to deal with Zhou En today. Yet the girl beside them had actually mistaken him for a rapist???

He turned around and glared fiercely at the girl. She let out a terrified scream, and Yue Hua walked away satisfied.

After seeing the group of thugs leave, the girl hurried over to Zhou En.

"Are you all right, classmate? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

When most new schools were built, they had no choice but to locate them in the suburbs. The city did not have enough land, and property prices were too high.

Only some century-old schools could be found downtown.

Zhou En's school clearly did not have such a long history, so when students fell ill, most of them could only choose to go to the infirmary.

Zhou En looked the girl over. She wore a white T-shirt on top and jeans below, along with a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses.

He shook his head. They said an injured man was the most attractive to women, and Zhou En's gesture immediately made the girl's eyes light up behind her black frames.

"Classmate, let me help you up." To be honest, no man could refuse being helped by a girl.

Men who claimed to refuse were only putting on an act.

Zhou En shook his head and declined the girl's kindness.