Debt Repayment

Yang Sheng's father was only an ordinary man. Wang Meng's push carried hidden Bright Force.

He staggered and fell to the ground.

But his goal was clear. He quickly scrambled to his feet and headed toward Li Yan.

After only two steps, Wang Meng blocked his path.

"Old man, didn't you hear what I said?"

Yang Sheng's father's face had already turned red.

He could not break free from Wang Meng's restraint and shouted, "Li Yan, you lied to me! Give me my money back!"

"Give me my money back!"

This scene drew even more onlookers.

A few curious teachers even came out of their classrooms.

Li Yan, the rising star of Bay City Martial Arts High School, was actually being publicly hounded for a debt.

That was no small piece of news at the school.

Li Yan said, "Sir, you need evidence when you speak. You say I owe you money, but how can you prove it?"

Yang Sheng's father said, "You promised to help me pull some strings. The next day, I received the school's expulsion notice. I came looking for you several times, but you never dared meet me. What are you feeling guilty about?"

After Yang Sheng's father said this, the watching students began whispering among themselves.

"I never expected Li Yan's family to be so rich, yet he'd still do something like this."

"Since he took their money, he should have solved their problem."

"Yeah, what Li Yan did was really disgraceful."

As the discussion around him grew more heated, Li Yan's eyes turned cold.

"Throw him out!"

He was speaking to Wang Meng.

Wang Meng snorted. "Sir, come outside with me."

As he spoke, he grabbed Yang Sheng's father by both arms, intending to drag him away by force.

How could an ordinary man like Yang Sheng's father withstand the strength of a Bright Force martial artist like Wang Meng?

With just one pull from Wang Meng, he nearly fell over.

Just as Wang Meng was about to take him away—

Yang Sheng's father gritted his teeth and stomped hard on Wang Meng's foot.

Wang Meng's body was tough enough, but Yang Sheng's father's strenuous stomp still hurt him.

Li Yan glanced at Yang Sheng's father and said to Wang Meng, "Throw him out. Don't let him keep spreading nonsense. And ask those security guards at the gate how they were doing their jobs!"

Hearing Li Yan's order, Wang Meng immediately grew more confident.

He said to the students still standing in front of him, "Didn't you hear what Class Leader Li said? Move aside now, or you'll regret it."

Faced with that threat, the students who had been standing in front of Yang Sheng's father had no choice but to back down.

After all, no one wanted to offend Li Yan at this school.

Wang Meng snorted, clamped both hands around Yang Sheng's father's arms, and shoved him out of the teaching building.

Once outside, Yang Sheng's father still unwillingly turned back and shouted.

"Li Yan, give me my money back!"

Wang Meng flew into a rage. "I told you not to speak, yet you're still making noise here!"

He wanted to shut him up for good.

If that palm strike landed, an ordinary man like Yang Sheng's father would at least suffer a concussion.

At that critical moment—

Another iron hand, veins bulging, seized Wang Meng's descending wrist.

Wang Meng froze and looked up.

What he saw was Yang Sheng's expressionless, icy face.

Yang Sheng had actually arrived at school before dawn.

He had not gone to the classroom. Instead, he had been refining his techniques in the practice room.

Only just now had he come downstairs and found students gathered in the hallway watching the commotion.

Yang Sheng was not someone who liked spectacles.

He lowered his head and moved through the crowd, planning to return to the classroom and ask Liu Chang for more guidance on martial techniques.

At that moment, he saw Wang Meng dragging someone outside.

Looking closely, he realized that person was his own father!

There was a sharp crack.

Yang Sheng's teeth clenched tightly together.

He lunged forward in a single step and blocked Wang Meng's palm strike.

Seeing that it was Yang Sheng—

Yang Sheng's father shouted, "Leave now! Don't let him hurt you."

As he spoke, he coughed twice.

When Yang Sheng saw the shoeprint on his father's chest, he knew his father had already been hurt.

"You kicked him?" he asked Wang Meng in a low voice.

When Wang Meng saw that the man before him was Yang Sheng, a cold sneer curled across his lips.

"I kicked him. Got a problem with that? You're nothing but trash who's already been expelled."

Yang Sheng said nothing. He first helped his father sit on a bench outside the teaching building, then turned to walk toward Wang Meng.

Yang Sheng's father instinctively reached out to stop him.

"Don't be reckless."

Yang Sheng paused, then gently pulled his hand free from his father's grasp.

"Dad, just sit there. Leave the rest to me."

Wang Meng watched Yang Sheng actually dare to walk toward him.

"How rare. The Lower Registry Yang Sheng from back then actually has the courage to face me now. Is this no longer the time when I punished you by making you run a hundred laps around the field? Hahaha."

Wang Meng had been the sports committee member of Yang Sheng's former class.

Ordering Yang Sheng around had long been an everyday occurrence for him.

"If you take your old man and leave now, and promise not to cause any more trouble, I'm sure the class leader will let bygones be bygones."

Yang Sheng remained expressionless. He walked up to Wang Meng and stared straight into his eyes.

Slap!

The slap rang especially loudly through the silent campus.