"You—you're asking for death! You're asking for death!"
Xu Yang clutched his two broken legs and roared furiously. His face was twisted with rage, and his eyes were murderous. He wished he could tear the kid in front of him to pieces.
He had never suffered such pain in his life. Even his father had never hit him like this. Yet this bastard had broken both his legs in front of so many people.
He was furious beyond measure. If looks could kill, Xia Ping would already have been riddled with holes.
"This—this!"
The organizers' people finally arrived. Seeing the mess on the ground and Xu Yang lying there with both legs broken, they stared wide-eyed, utterly shocked.
Xu Yang was a direct descendant of the Xu Clan of Huajing City, a man of immense influence. Who would dare go after him? Who would dare cripple him like this?!
"You! Which city and school are you from? How dare you attack Young Master Xu so viciously! Do you know that this is a crime? Do you know you could be disqualified from the exam? If you enrage the Xu Clan, the entire Yang Province District won't have a place for you, understand?" One of the organizers was furious, glaring at Xia Ping.
They wanted nothing more than to beat this bastard half to death. He was far too brazen. He had actually attacked Xu Yang so viciously. Now a member of the Xu Clan had been savagely beaten at a banquet—and in such a pitiful state.
If word got out, the Xu Clan would be furious, and the organizers would be in serious trouble. They had no idea what would happen to them. This bastard could ask for trouble all he wanted, but he had dragged them into it too.