Dad Was Beaten

The first class was taught by the homeroom teacher, Jiang Linglong. The combination of a beauty, a homeroom teacher, and mathematics undoubtedly made this the class with the best discipline and the most attentive male students.

Jiang Linglong looked at Hua Qiang, seated at the very back of the classroom, listening to her lesson with a serious expression, and a trace of delight rose in her heart.

As long as he listened carefully, he would gain something, no matter how little.

In a moment of impulsiveness, she had taken on this underachiever whom the teachers of the class had all complained bitterly about.

Especially Teacher Tian, who taught literature. Every time they met, she had to complain about him.

It had made Jiang Linglong almost afraid to meet those teachers. Either they blamed her or they complained to her, leaving her in a terrible mood.

But after observing him in class over the past two days, she felt that this student seemed vastly different from what the other teachers had described.

Not only did he listen attentively, but his learning results also seemed quite good.

He could answer every question accurately, and could even expand on them.

That was completely unlike the ability an underachiever should possess!

Could it be?

Had a change of environment sparked his enthusiasm for learning?

Boys, once they got serious, there were few things in this world they could not accomplish.

Perhaps the college entrance exam a month from now would give her a surprise.

Just as she had imagined, a month later, what she received was not a surprise, but wild joy!

And because of Hua Qiang, she was promoted and given a raise, noticed by her superiors, and entrusted with important responsibilities!

For this, Bald Qiang regretted it until his intestines turned green, nearly finding a tree to hang himself from.

During the long break, Hua Qiang and Wang Baoyuan, this pair of inseparable friends, were playing basketball on the court.

Though Wang Baoyuan was fat, he was genuinely quite good at basketball.

And when this fatty played basketball, he was remarkably agile, completely unlike the heavy man who needed to gasp for breath after taking a few steps.

Just as the two were having fun, the phone in his pocket rang again.

The moment he heard the ringtone, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

Could something have happened?

He hurriedly tossed away the basketball, took out his phone, and saw that it was his mother, Liu Li, calling.

The moment the call connected, before he could speak, Liu Li's anxious, slightly choked voice came through.

"Son, your dad... he was beaten up!"

"We're at Base Third Hospital right now."

"What?"

Hua Qiang's voice suddenly rose. His aura burst out violently, whipping up a small whirlwind from level ground.

"Mom, don't panic. Tell me slowly. I'm heading over right now!"

"Don't notify Bingxue. No need to make her worry."

Hua Qiang gestured to Fatty Wang that something had happened, then walked out while speaking on the phone.

Wang Baoyuan chased after him, wanting to go along and help, but Hua Qiang refused.

Since he had been beaten, did that mean the other party was no good?

If the fatty went along, he could only provide a friendly shout of support. He would not be much help.

"I don't know why either. Your dad was stopped on his way to work, then beaten for no reason at all."

"If several coworkers hadn't appeared in time and scared those people away, who knew what they would have beaten your dad into?"

Hua Qiang hailed a flying cab and raced all the way there like wind and lightning, yet it still took a full hour to reach the hospital.

Ye Wendao was wrapped in bandages from head to toe, his head bundled up tightly as well. At the moment, he was unconscious.

He looked utterly miserable.

Hua Qiang clenched his fists, and towering rage surged within him.

Once this rage was released, it could burn mountains, boil seas, and destroy the world.

Who was it?

Who had touched his family? He would slice them into a thousand pieces and grind their bones to ashes!

"Mom!"

For this kind-hearted couple, his cheap parents, calling them that now came more and more naturally from his mouth, without the slightest sense of awkwardness.

From the bottom of his heart, he had also acknowledged this kind-hearted couple.

"Son, boohoohoo..."

Liu Li, who had gritted her teeth and held on all this time, finally burst into tears the instant she saw Hua Qiang.

"Your dad, he..."

"It's fine. With me here, nothing is a problem."

"Those people who tried to kill Dad, I'll make every last one of them suffer torment like hell. I'll find the mastermind behind this and get justice for Dad!"

The ward door opened, and a female doctor in her forties with chin-length short hair entered, holding a medical chart.

After examining him, she turned to Hua Qiang and his mother. "The patient is badly injured, but fortunately, his physical condition is good. There is no danger to his life."

"Once he wakes up, make sure to replenish his nutrition. It would be best if you could buy some Blood Qi Powder for him to take. That will help him recover faster!"

"It's just that the cost..."

The short-haired female doctor had barely reached this point when she saw the Peak Martial Artist Medal Hua Qiang took from his pocket. She immediately fell silent, then said apologetically, "Sorry, pretend I didn't say anything."

Then she turned and left awkwardly.

Hearing the doctor's words, Liu Li let out a long breath of relief.

Her old man was all right. She could finally put her heart at ease.

Another half hour passed amid tormenting anxiety before Ye Wendao finally woke up.

"Hiss—"

The moment he woke, he could not help sucking in a cold breath. His body and head hurt everywhere.

"Dad, you're awake?"

"Old man, you're awake?"

The two spoke at the same time.

"Wife, son, why are you here? Where is this?" Ye Wendao was still a little dazed.

"Old man, this is the hospital. You were unconscious when they brought you here."

"Which bastard was it? How dare they lay such a vicious hand on you?"

Hua Qiang suppressed his anger and tried his best to keep his tone calm.

He took out a bottle of Blood Qi Powder from the Storage Bag. It was loot from when he had killed and robbed people before.

He had given part of it to Ye Bingxue for her to take and raise her Blood Qi.

He still had one or two bottles left on him, and this was just the right time to use one.

"Dad, drink this first. It'll ease your injuries a little. Then tell me exactly what happened."

Ye Wendao's heart could not help twitching when he looked at the bottle of B-grade Blood Qi Powder.

This was worth two hundred thousand! One gulp would cost him two hundred thousand. In the past, it would have taken him years to earn that much!

"Old man, what are you hesitating for? Your son gave it to you, so just take it. Drink it quickly, get better quickly!"

All right, since Wife had spoken, he stopped being fussy.

He reached out, took the Blood Qi Powder, and downed it in one gulp.

Warmth spread through his body. A warm current flowed past, and the pain lessened considerably. He could not help letting out a long breath.

Seeing his complexion visibly turn rosy and his spirits recover greatly, Liu Li's heart was finally completely at ease.

Ye Wendao looked at Hua Qiang, knowing that he was waiting for an explanation.

"Today, the moment I arrived at the entrance of the slaughterhouse, a group of people blocked my way."

"They only asked my name, then attacked me without another word."

"My skills are pretty good, but two fists can't beat four hands, and even a hero can't withstand a crowd. So they knocked me down."

Hua Qiang shook his head and smiled bitterly inside. Even at a time like this, the old man was still stubbornly talking tough.

If his skills were good, would he have been beaten into this state?

"Who were those people? Did you know them?"

Ye Wendao shook his head. "No. I've never dealt with people like that."

"In the chaos, I heard someone call out something about a person named Jipi..."

"Jipi?"

Hua Qiang narrowed his eyes, and a vicious glint flashed through them. "Then I'll start with you!"

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