Magic City Eighth XX People's Hospital, twelfth floor, Room 1209.
On the hospital bed, a person covered head to toe in plaster and wrapped like a mummy wailed without cease.
"Ah—pain! It hurts so much!"
"Father, mother, save me! It hurts so badly!"
"Damn Snake Skin! He had no martial virtue! He took my money and still dared to try to kill me! Fuck his mother!"
"Dad, you have to avenge me! You absolutely can't let Snake Skin and his gang off! Those beasts tried to kill me!"
"And... they crippled my little brother too!"
"Mom, what am I supposed to do? I can't be a man anymore!"
"What's the point of living if I can't do that? I don't want to live anymore! Just let me die!"
"Right, it was that damn fatty! That damn fatty must have turned Snake Skin and those bastards against me and made them attack me!"
"Father, mother, you have to find someone to avenge me! Kill Snake Skin and his people! And that damn fatty too—get rid of him!"
A plump woman of average height with big wavy hair looked at her son in that state, tears streaming down her face.
"Son, don't worry. Mom won't let a single person who hurt you get away!"
"Mother will have your father find someone to kill all those beasts. And that fatty you mentioned, who is he? Tell mother, and she'll send him to hell to repent!"
"Not one person who dared hurt my son will be spared!"
"Wu Gang, you dead ghost, did you hear that? Hurry up and find someone to kill every last one of them and avenge our son!"
A middle-aged man in a suit, his hair combed into a businessman's style, wore an expression so gloomy it was frightening.
He glanced at the woman through his gold-rimmed glasses, disgust flashing in his eyes.
Especially just now—she had called him a dead ghost, and in front of outsiders at that. It made him even more furious.
If it were not for the powerful connections of her maternal family, he would have kicked her to the curb long ago.
Looking at his son, covered in plaster, wrapped like a mummy, still howling and crying to heaven and earth, he truly hated that his son had failed to live up to expectations and was enraged by his misfortune.
But he hated the people who had hurt his precious son even more!
"Son, don't worry. Dad will make these people pay the price. They will die without a good end!"
"Secretary Zhang!"
"Please give your orders, Chairman!"
A young man wearing rimless glasses, standing in the corner, hurried over and bowed and scraped.
"I'm leaving this matter to you. Within two days, I want to see results."
"No matter how much money it takes, get it done properly. Otherwise, I'll hold you accountable!"
"Yes, Chairman!"
Ring-ring-ring...
Just as Hua Qiang stepped through the school gates, the phone in his pocket rang.
He picked it up and saw that the contact name was Yanran's Smile.
Why was this girl calling him?
It was class time. Could she need his help with something?
That thought spun through his mind, but his hand had already answered the call on its own.
"Hello, Yanran. What is it?"
"Brother Qiang, you haven't called me for two days. If I don't call you, are you just never going to contact me?"
Hua Qiang did not know how to respond for a moment.
Wasn't it normal not to call each other for two days?
Besides, what relationship did he even have with her? Was there any need to keep in touch?
"Heh-heh." Hua Qiang gave an awkward laugh, then asked dryly, "Do you need my help with something?"
"You... hmph, you blockhead!"
Mo Yanran scolded him over the phone, then said in a coquettish tone, "Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong? Have you forgotten what kind of relationship we have?"
Hua Qiang's mouth twitched, and a black line crept across his forehead.
What relationship?
Had this woman come down with a fever today, spouting such nonsense?
Perhaps realizing that she had let too much slip, Mo Yanran hurriedly said:
"Well, I want to treat you to a meal to thank you for helping me during the training the other day!"
"And for helping me earn so much money."
Hahaha!
Hua Qiang laughed. "You're too polite. We're teammates; helping each other is only natural!"
"As for dinner, let's forget it!"
"No! My dad said we absolutely have to thank you, our little benefactor!"
Hearing those last three words, Hua Qiang felt a knot in his chest.
Benefactor was fine, so why add the word little?
Was he little?
He was not little!
The three things men hated most were being told they were little, incapable, or too fast.
Those were the three things a male citizen hated most!
"Well... if it's convenient for you, I'd like to set it for tomorrow night. I'll pick you up after school. How about it?"
It seemed he could not refuse, so Hua Qiang had no choice but to agree to her request. Otherwise, he would be late again.
After hanging up on Mo Yanran, he hurried toward the classroom.
At the corner of the stairwell, he happened to run into Murong Qingya and Ma Xiaoli, the pair of plastic sisters.
When Murong Qingya saw Hua Qiang hurrying toward them, surprise flashed through her eyes.
This fatty had gotten thinner again, and he was even more handsome than before!
Hua Qiang had already advanced to the Martial Master Realm, and his Blood Qi had reached more than 900 points. The fat on his body had basically been burned away, and his figure was now nearing perfection.
"Wow! How did that damn fatty become so handsome?"
Ma Xiaoli could not help crying out, then quickly covered her mouth and stole a glance at Murong Qingya.
She did not want one slip of the tongue to provoke Murong Qingya's dislike and cost her the privilege of following beside her, enjoying everyone's admiring stares and free food and drink.
Murong Qingya stopped walking and stared straight at Hua Qiang, waiting for him to take the initiative to speak to her.
However, Hua Qiang did not even glance at her. He walked right past them and entered Class 18 of Senior Year Three.
Her brows furrowed, and her face darkened.
This bootlicker actually dared treat her like this?
Was he ignoring her? Pretending not to see her?
Was it not just that she had rejected him a few times before?
Could it be that he resented her because he could not have her? Or was he deliberately putting on this act, playing hard to get?
Hmph! Such a trick was far too childish!
She would not fall for something like that. She would just see how long he could keep up the act!
A bootlicker would always be a bootlicker. He would never change his bootlicking nature!
"Qingya, that damn fatty..." Ma Xiaoli said indignantly.
Murong Qingya glanced at her and said flatly, "Which eye of yours saw that he was fat?"
"Ah? Ptooey, ptooey, I misspoke. Hua Qiang has gone too far. He actually pretended not to see us and ignored us."
"That brat thinks he can get your attention that way, Qingya. He's truly being sentimental on his own!"
"Even if he slimmed down and succeeded in losing weight, he could never enter your world."
"You're now a Martial Artist standing high above everyone else. How could trash like him ever climb up to you?"
"This toad will never get to eat swan meat!"
Ma Xiaoli chattered endlessly beside Murong Qingya's ear, desperately buttering her up.
Murong Qingya only felt as if a fly were buzzing endlessly beside her ear. Growing impatient, she turned and headed toward the classroom.
"Oh, Qingya, wait for me!"
Seeing Murong Qingya leave, Ma Xiaoli hurried after her.
Murong Qingya was in a terrible mood. It felt as though a breath of anger were trapped in her chest, making her unbearably uncomfortable.
If she did not vent it, a tumor would surely grow in her chest.
Just you wait. Let's see how I deal with you at noon.
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