Zhao Yating's face was grave as she said to a girl beside her, "Go find the teacher!"
The girl nodded and ran off.
Zhao Yating shouted at the two men, "My classmate has already gone to get the teacher. Don't say I didn't warn you, my teacher is no ordinary person. If you don't stop now, once he gets here, he'll definitely beat you until you're on the ground looking for your teeth!"
"Heh, who are you trying to fool? Let him come, I'll beat him so badly he'll cry for his mommy and daddy!" the skinny, dark instructor said rudely.
A sudden sound of something cutting through the wind arose.
Then a stone landed firmly on the skinny, dark instructor's face, breaking his lips and knocking out his teeth, literally sending him searching for teeth on the ground.
"Who? ***** come out here!" the skinny, dark instructor roared with rage, unbelieving that he had been attacked by surprise.
Another rock flew out, hitting the skinny, dark instructor on the forehead, flipping him over, and then he crashed to the ground with blood gushing out.
The crew-cut instructor was stunned. When had the opponent started throwing stones? They couldn't see at all.
"**** your grandmother, what are you standing around stunned for? Find the bastard who's attacking us from the shadows!" the skinny, dark instructor was furious and shouted at his companion.
"Oh, oh." The crew-cut instructor nodded and prepared to look for the attacker.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh."
This time, three stones hit the crew-cut instructor in quick succession, causing his head to bleed, and then the stones fell like rain.
The two men were terrified and scurried away, clutching their heads. The ones who had claimed they would make others cry for their parents were now the ones crying for their parents.
Zhao Yating and the others were at a loss, not understanding what had just happened.
It was only when Hao Jian showed his face that they finally understood—it was Hao Jian who had stealthily thrown the stones.
"Are you okay?" Hao Jian asked Zhao Yating.
"I'm fine," Zhao Yating shook her head.
"You okay?" Hao Jian asked Luo Tong again.
Luo Tong, still staggering, stood up and said loudly, "I'm fine!"
"And you? Are you okay?" Hao Jian then asked Zhang Jia.
"I'm fine, too," Zhang Jia replied.
Then Hao Jian's face fell, and pointing to his own nose he said, "You're fine, but I have a problem."
Assaulting military personnel, that's a serious crime!
"So, I'm going to leave now. Don't contact me later. If I get caught, don't sell me out. Just say it was all you," he said.
Hao Jian grabbed his clothes and books and dashed off, leaving everyone looking at each other in confusion.
Hao Jian went back to the office to pack up his stuff and make a getaway. He knew people at the police station, but he didn't know anyone in the military.
Just as he arrived at the school gates, he saw a handsome, refined-looking man leaning against a black BMW, smiling at him.
The man had long hair tied back with a rubber band, his eyes always twinkling with mirth, yet within that mirth shone the glint of blades. His thin lips moved slightly, exuding an air of unruly arrogance that seemed to say he looked down on the world.
He seemed to like black a lot, so he was dressed all in black: black suit, black trousers, black belt, black leather shoes.
But unquestionably, this style suited him well, making him appear even more mysterious; the girls passing by were all dazzled, as if they couldn't keep walking.
Hao Jian was certain he didn't know this person, but the man smiled at him, indicating he knew him.
So, with a heart full of suspicion, Hao Jian walked towards the man and asked, "Do you know me?"
"My name is Kong Xiaozhen, so do you think I should know you?"
Kong Xiaozhen kept his smile, sizing up Hao Jian from head to toe. He was curious what kind of man dared to defy his will and embarrass him.
Clearly, Kong Xiaozhen also knew about Zhao Ziliang's crippling incident. To Kong Xiaozhen, Hao Jian's actions were undoubtedly a provocation, so he came.
"To be honest, I'm quite surprised."
Hao Jian also smiled, but his expression didn't show too much surprise. He knew Kong Xiaozhen would come for him, but what he didn't expect was for Kong Xiaozhen to come in person.
"Surprised I came to see you myself, right? I just wanted to see what kind of man, who dares to slap my face repeatedly, is like." Kong Xiaozhen's eyes narrowed as he looked at Hao Jian.
No sooner had he spoken than there was movement from a few other cars; Zhao Ziliang and Zheng Fei were both wheeled out, both sitting in wheelchairs.
"I want you dead! I'll make sure you die!" Zhao Ziliang yelled frantically, his eyes bloodshot, filled with endless hatred toward Hao Jian.
The doctors had diagnosed him; the muscles in his legs were practically all necrotic, requiring full amputation, meaning he would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Thus, Zhao Ziliang's hatred for Hao Jian was not without reason.
Zheng Fei, although silent, had eyes sharp enough to kill, clearly conveying everything.
Hao Jian glanced at Zhao Ziliang, sighed, then after a few steps run-up, kicked right at Zhao Ziliang's face, sending him and his wheelchair flying, before walking back sulkily.
"What are you doing?" Kong Xiaozhen asked with a smile, though his smile had grown colder.
Because right in front of him, Hao Jian dared to hit his dog; as the saying goes, to beat the dog is to provoke the owner. Now, Hao Jian's action was a direct challenge to him!
"He was too noisy, blabbering everywhere and losing your face, so I took the liberty of disciplining him for you."
Hao Jian nodded seriously at Kong Xiaozhen, looking as if he was thinking 'I'm only considering your reputation.'
Kong Xiaozhen laughed with exasperation: "You really are an interesting person."
Kong Xiaozhen said he was interesting, but everyone knew, in fact, it was not interesting at all.
Hao Jian shyly glanced at Kong Xiaozhen: "If you got to know me, you would find I'm not just interesting. I'm also quite handsome!"
Kong Xiaozhen pulled himself back from his momentary astonishment and asked with a thin smile, "What do you think about the conditions I mentioned today?"
"Oh, the matter about shares? Fifty percent is too much, how about a little less?" Hao Jian said.
"Less? How much less?"
Kong Xiaozhen wanted to laugh but couldn't. Was Hao Jian really still haggling with him at a time ? Didn't he realize how significant the words 'Young Master Kong' were?
"Forty-nine point five percent, I'll give you point five percent. How about that? Generous, right!" Hao Jian laughed heartily, as if he himself was Master Kuo.
And hearing this, Kong Xiaozhen's smile became rigid, his face slowly exuding a murderous aura.
Fifty percent was what he demanded, and zero point five percent seemed more like charity from Hao Jian, given Kong Xiaozhen's proud character; would he possibly accept it?
"Are you playing with me?" Kong Xiaozhen watched Hao Jian, smiling without any humor.
"What, not enough for you? It's not too little, point five percent is still worth a few million," Hao Jian said with a smile.