Chapter 46: A thorn
At school, Su Can usually saw Wang Haoran surrounded by a crowd wherever he went. His impression of their circle was simply that they were noisy. After all, Wang Haoran was the nephew of the Municipal Party Committee's deputy secretary, and the others were relatives and children of various heads of city government agencies. Given the atmosphere at school and the subtle influence of films depicting school violence and Hong Kong's criminal underworld at the time, they were bound to act somewhat recklessly and display violent tendencies.
Still, although Wang Haoran was domineering, Su Can did not see him as some hopelessly delinquent rich kid. He flew into a rage whenever his parents were mentioned; it seemed his family had played a large part in making him the way he was.
Wang Haoran pulled a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket. This time, the pack was not crumpled. He glanced at Su Can and was about to toss one over, but then remembered something. Seemingly afraid of inviting another rebuff, he merely nudged a cigarette butt out of the pack. "Want one?"
When Su Can shook his head, Wang Haoran tucked the cigarettes away again. After all, someone like him cared about his pride more than anything, and he did not want to lose face a second time in front of the troublesome Su Can. "Chen Chong's been rounding people up these past few days. They were even planning to bring clubs and settle the score with you after school."
Su Can paused.
Wang Haoran looked a little pleased with himself. "That guy's just too stubborn. Usually, even I can't talk him down. Man, last time he beat someone so badly they had internal bleeding. He never knows when to stop, and he really holds