Chapter 48: Taking You Guys Along

  Zhao Heng didn't know that he had already caught the eye of Mei Shi Shi, one of the three beauties of Huahai. After defeating Fei Hu and Du Yan Biao, he first tended to his wounds himself before carefully returning to Huahai University. Qiao Pangzi and Song Qingguan, who were anxiously waiting in their dormitory, immediately breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him return safely.

  Then he was shocked and pale as he wiped away the bloodstains for him.

  Zhao Heng felt relieved when he saw them, having worried that the Qing Bang would seek revenge and even cut down the first floor. Now that he saw the two were safe and sound, he was much more at ease. He then waved to the members of the first floor who had been secretly protecting the two, telling them they no longer needed to stick close by for protection, while also expressing his gratitude once again for the assistance from the first floor.

  "Zhao Heng, Miss Ye has a high opinion of you."

  Yan Ruyu appeared like a ghost, always emerging at the right moment. She lightly shook hands with Zhao Heng, her face no longer showing that condescending attitude. In this world, people have always respected the strong, let alone someone like Zhao Heng who can take on hundreds alone: "She has already given orders to the first floor, everyone is not allowed to be rude to you."

  Yan Ruyu said this with a respectful attitude, without any pretence. Zhao Heng was slightly taken aback, not expecting to have entered Ye Shifu's eyes. Various thoughts swirled in his mind, but he quickly responded: "Please thank Miss Ye for me, I will personally visit her when my injury heals."

  "Alright! I'll let them know!"

  Yan Ruyu slightly bowed her head, a smile still delicately on her face: "You defeated the Qing Bang disciples tonight, and the Qing Bang will not let this go easily. I suggest you stay in school more often, after all, no matter how capable you are at fighting, you're still no match for an organization like theirs. The First Floor doesn't want anything to happen to you."

  She said that, and then she took out a business card and handed it over, throwing in another sentence: "Miss Ye also said that everyone is friends, if you need any help, just speak up, the first floor may not be able to call the shots in Hua Hai, but we can still do something, this is my phone number!"

  "Thank you!"

  Zhao Heng had thought not to bother the first floor again, after all, human feelings are the hardest to repay. But at this moment of wind and rain, having several friends wasn't bad, so he took over Yan Ruyu's business card that hadn't been sent out in a year, made of pure gold, showing off the luxury and taste of the first floor: "Thank Miss Ye for me."

  Her face as pale as jade, she smiled lightly and immediately turned around to lead them away.

  Looking at the more than ten men who had left in succession from the dark, Zhao Heng had a good impression of Ye Shifu, who had passed by him before. Then he looked at the panda car far away in the student building and sighed with a bitter smile. Unexpectedly, Jiang Changlong was still there, this emotional debt was indeed getting bigger and bigger. However, Zhao Heng's vigilance against him also dissipated a lot.

  In any case, several events relied on Jiang Changlong's help, allowing him to handle things more easily and at peace.

  Perhaps because they felt Zhao Heng was too tired, Song Qing and the others didn't ask for details about the bar, and they could guess that Zhao Heng had fought his way out himself. After all, in Huahai, there were only a few powers that dared to offend the Qingbang. However, when Zhao Heng wanted to take a bath, Qiao Baozi suddenly knelt down in front of him, with a determined and remorseful expression on his face:

  "Brother Heng, I owe you an apology."

  Qiao Pangzi looked at Zhao Heng, who was covered in blood: "Tonight's bar incident was my fault, I should have taken responsibility for it myself, but instead you helped me block Zhao Siqing. As a brother, I should be fighting alongside you, but when our lives were on the line, I grabbed Song Qingwan and ran away. Such cowardly behavior, please punish me, Brother Heng."

  Qiao's expression was sincere and struggling, although he was rational and correct at the time, but his heart was absolutely uncomfortable. Qiao Yuncai no matter how much he tempered his will, was still an eighteen-year-old boy, so he deeply regretted not fighting side by side with Zhao Heng, and he had to ask for forgiveness from Zhao Heng.

  "I'm sorry too!"

  Song Qingguan also knelt down, and tonight's affairs were also inseparable from him: "Heng brother, it was all my fault. If you hadn't reached out to save me back then, Du Yanbing wouldn't have brought so many people to block you tonight. And I couldn't help with anything at all. Because of Song Qingguan's little trouble, you almost got dragged in."

  Zhao Heng took a deep breath, reached out and pulled the two up: "What are you two talking nonsense about?" He looked at Qiao Baozi and said: "Baozi, it was right for you to take Qingguan away tonight. If you two had stayed in the bar, not only would you have been of no help to me, but you would have also made me divide my attention to take care of you."

  "When the time comes, it's not just you two who are in danger, I'll also have a hard time coming back to school."

  He patted Qiao Bao's shoulder: "When you should cut off, don't hesitate, or you'll suffer the consequences. You did well tonight, no need to blame yourself!" Then he looked at Song Qingyuan: "Qingyuan, I've had a feud with the Qingbang gang for a long time. Whether I saved you back then or not, Feihu will still bring people to take revenge on me."

  Zhao Heng patted Song Qingguan's shoulders with both hands and added clearly, "So, don't think too much about it. You are my brother, your affairs are mine! If I hadn't seen Zhang Ningyan plotting to take your property, I wouldn't have intervened in this matter. But now that I have, I will go through thick and thin with you."

  Zhao Heng's words made Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan feel much better, and they were even more grateful. In a society where material wealth flows freely, even close brothers often stab each other in the back for personal gain. Yet Zhao Heng had helped them weather the storm without hesitation, and this act of kindness moved both men deeply, filling their eyes with an even deeper sense of admiration.

  That's personal charm!

  Two men grasped Zhao Heng's arm: "Heng brother, thank you!"

  Zhao Heng smiled lightly and didn't say anything else, turning to take a bath. Treating enemies with ferocity and friends with sincerity was Wind Uncle's teachings over the years! After Zhao Heng finished his bath and went to bed early, Qiao Pangzi lying on the bed frowned several times and picked up the phone several times, but in the end gritted his teeth and scattered the thought, rarely having a heavy heart.

  Although Zhao Heng's comfort made Song Qingguan slightly relieved, his worries still made it difficult for him to fall asleep. From their initial encounter as strangers to their eventual shared life and death, Song Qingguan had come to respect Zhao Heng more than himself. He was clear that although Zhao Heng had single-handedly defeated the Flying Tigers, this did not mean that all grudges were eliminated.

  On the contrary, contradictions deepen.

  Song Qingguan foresaw that the Qing Gang would definitely retaliate against Zhao Heng, and no matter how well Zhao Heng fought, he couldn't resist an old gang. Song Qingguan thought he had to do something, so he thought of Zhang Ningyan, considering whether or not to ask her to plead with the Qing Gang to spare Zhao Heng, for which he was willing to give up his 2 billion assets.

  After all, the money may not necessarily go into one's own pocket, and it's worth exchanging for a brother.

  Just as they were worried, Zhao Heng suddenly opened his eyes and heard the two people's confused breathing. He calmly said: "Fatty, Qing Guan, you don't have to think about helping me get out of trouble, there's no need for that. If I dare to provoke the Qing Bang, then I have the confidence to deal with all the dangers. You guys don't have to sacrifice yourselves and beg others."

  Zhao Heng clearly saw through the thoughts of the two, and immediately threw out a few more sentences: "Moreover, this is my personal vendetta with Qing Bang. Once you get involved, it's hard to pull out. Rather than all three of us getting stuck in, I'd rather take it on myself. You have to believe that even if the sky falls, I can handle it. Don't let emotions cloud your judgment."

  "Brother Heng, how can you say such things?"

  Qiao Pangzi suddenly turned sideways, his eyes wide open: "Are we brothers? If we are brothers, don't say anything about one person shouldering the burden alone. You have a grudge with Qing Bang that has nothing to do with us two, but since everyone is brothers, things naturally need to be faced together. Although I can't beat them, Xiao Mang can still help out a bit."

  In Zhao Heng's sigh, Song Qingguan also nodded: "Although Fatzi has always been talking nonsense, what he said just now is very insightful. Boss, you are facing it alone with justice, but we feel uncomfortable in our hearts and don't do something to fear that it will be restless for life. Although I have no use, this life of mine is yours."

  "Right, I'm also in this with you, fatty."

  Qiao Pangzi sat up with a thud, the iron bed shaking uncontrollably: "No matter what you do in the future, whether it's playing with us or fighting for power, I, Qiao Pangzi, am willing to follow you through thick and thin. It sounds corny and disgusting, but it's truly my heartfelt words, Boss. From now on, I, Qiao Dashi, will fight side by side with you."

  Hearing the two men's heartfelt words, Zhao Heng felt a twinge of emotion in his heart. The two men clearly knew that they would be at odds with Qing Bang, yet they were willing to follow him without hesitation. He had intended to refuse them out of kindness, but knowing their similar stubborn personalities, refusing them would only make them more reckless, who knows what kind of trouble would arise?

  He let out a long sigh:

  "Alright, I'll take you with me!"