Lurking Minions, Waiting for the Right Moment
Inside Songyang High School's training field.
As Zhou Chechen took a deep breath, the chill around him swiftly receded. His Frost Heaven Freezing Qi Field had slowly been withdrawn.
Before Zhou Chechen, Lan Ling, his face frozen blue and purple, shuddered. As the qi and blood throughout his body continued circulating and waves of heat surged forth, he finally felt a little better.
Yet Lan Ling paid no attention to his frostbite. Instead, he said with some satisfaction, "President, you finally got serious. You even called upon the Zhou Family's power, didn't you?"
In Lan Ling's view, for Zhou Chechen to wield the Zhou Family's power so freely in order to retaliate against Zhang Yu meant his standing within the Zhou Family was far higher than Lan Ling had previously estimated.
Lan Ling continued, "Why not strike while the iron is hot and find a way to expel both Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen...?"
Watching Lan Ling's excited expression, Zhou Chechen thought to himself, Lan Ling, Lan Ling—if only my opponent were you... how wonderful would that be?
Of course, he could not agree to Lan Ling's suggestion. Following Zhou Yang's instructions, what he needed to do was apply pressure to Zhang Yu bit by bit, leaving him increasingly unable to breathe without crushing him to death all at once.
Zhou Chechen thought to himself, Stepping on him without killing him in a single stomp—that is the difficult part of this operation.
"Martial arts class will lead him onto the dead end of the Basic Cultivation Method."
"Physical education will gradually get him addicted to addictive drugs."
"Dao Arts tutoring will squeeze away the time he has after school to earn money and cultivate..."
Zhou Chechen could imagine that as Zhang Yu grew