Chapter 72: Schoolyard Brawl

  Zhao Heng had just returned to the dormitory when Qiao Baozi and Song Qingguan rushed over, hugging him tightly. After confirming from Zhao Heng's mouth that the grudges with Qing Bang had been resolved, Ye Shishu also agreed to accept the Song family's property. The two of them jumped up again, everything went as expected by Zhao Heng, all difficulties disappeared in the midst of elimination and fighting.

  "What a pity, ten billion less."

  Zhao Heng looked at Song Qingyuan: "Qingyuan, I'm sorry."

  "What are you talking about, boss?"

  Song Qingguan put his arm around Zhao Heng's shoulder and said casually, "In my original plan, I had already given up on these 2 billion. Even if I had to fight to the death, I didn't think I could get them back. Let alone when you helped me out at first, I'm afraid I would have been thrown into the Huangpu River by Zhang Ningyan. Now there's 1 billion..."

  "I am overjoyed."

  Song Qingyuan magnanimously waved his large hand: "Boss, let's split this 10 billion evenly."

  Qiao Pangzi raised his head: "Damn! You're really generous!"

  Song Qingguan smiled: "As brothers, why be polite?" A family change had turned him from a rich second generation to a fallen son, but it also made Song Qingguan see many things clearly. Money and power were fleeting clouds to him, only the two good brothers in front of him were trustworthy, so he chose to share his blessings without hesitation.

  Seeing Song Qing's sincere and waterless eyes, Qiao Baozi's face flashed with emotion. He hadn't read many pages of books at Huahai University, nor had he soaked in the atmosphere, but the two friends he had made were worth it. Just as he was about to say something, Zhao Heng picked up the textbook on the table, smiled bitterly and opened his mouth:

  "Let's talk about it when we get the money, now we should go to class."

  Qiao Yuncai suddenly remembered that they had class in the third and fourth periods, so he hastily pulled out his brand new textbook and followed them. The three of them had just walked to the front of the student building when Tu Honggang blocked their way, accompanied by more than 20 sports students with special talents, each one radiating a fierce aura as they cut off Zhao Heng's path. In the distance, there were also onlookers watching the scene.

  Hou Gang snapped his fingers, and with a menacing tone, shouted: "Zhao Heng, you humiliated us, the specially admitted students, in the cafeteria, we tolerated it; on the soccer field, you burst our football, we endured it for the sake of Ding San Shao; but now you're slandering me on the forum, even a clay man has three points of temper."

  "Today, we should settle this account once and for all."

  More than a dozen sports students were recklessly smoking around the railing in front of the building, leaning against it with their eyes half-closed and blowing out smoke rings. Their open football shirts revealed their bare chests, showing off their arrogance and ferocity, each one wearing an expression that said "I'm the best in the world".

  "Hong Gang, get him!"

  More than 20 sports students with eyes like radar, scanning Zhao Heng and the three of them while sneaking glances at the surrounding girls. Where there are women, men tend to show off their strength more easily, so everyone's face is eager to try against Zhao Heng who is about to be bullied by them.

  Tu Honggang sneered coldly: "See? You've offended everyone!"

  Qiao Yuncai frowned: "Aren't you afraid of being expelled from school?"

  As soon as this was said, Tu Honggang and the others burst out laughing. The former even sneered: "Compared to our value, you three are not even dregs. The face we earn for Huada and Hua Hai every year is something you can't achieve in a lifetime. Let alone beat you up, even if we cripple you..."

  "The school won't even bother with us, let alone you three troublemakers."

  "Are you serious?"

  "Is there no room for reconciliation?"

  "Shut up!"

  The iron gate in front of the building had been closed by them, and more than 20 people were half-surrounding Zhao Heng and his two companions. In order to let the rest see their bravery, Tu Honggang even deliberately exposed a piece of iron railing, allowing onlookers to clearly see the scene inside. At this time, a male student rushed in front of Zhao Heng, raised his thick palm:

  "If we don't teach you a lesson, how can we survive?"

  He was about to slap Zhao Heng when he saw the latter's eyes change, his cold gaze making the boy hesitate for a long time, not daring to actually bring down the hand that was raised in mid-air. Suddenly, the boy felt an inexplicable sense of unease and then felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

  Zhao Heng punched him in the stomach and coldly shouted: "I let you mix!"

  Bang!

  The boy's body shook, and he stumbled backward, almost vomiting up bitter bile. Then Zhao Heng slapped him again with the back of his hand, hitting his face with a loud "slap!" Five finger marks were clearly visible, and half of the boy's face immediately swelled up, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

  The next second, Zhao Heng kicked him to the ground. As the flat-headed boy rolled out, he saw an even more astonishing scene: Zhao Heng directly threw the book at Qiao Yuncai and turned around to take two steps forward. With his right hand grasping a thumb-thick railing, amidst the shocked gazes of Tu Honggang and others, it snapped with a "dang" sound.

  Iron bars in hand!

  Many girls covered their mouths in shock, their eyes full of astonishment.

  The railing let out a loud "hum" sound, the metallic tremolo was like a storm howling, sweeping across the corridor in front of it, as if it could shatter people's eardrums, the entire railing emitted a faint vibration sound, and after a while, it finally stopped, but the dense and solid railing had already lost one bar.

  What kind of power is this?

  Tu Honggang and all of them gaped their mouths wide open, with each person's eyeballs almost popping out.

  "Then let us fight, for there can be no reconciliation."

  Zhao Heng never showed mercy to those who were full of malice and refused to repent. He wielded the iron bar in his hand, swinging it left and right, knocking down one by one the athletic students surrounding him to the ground. The cries and shouts rose and fell, making people's hearts tremble with fear. Several people tried to crawl out, but were pulled back down by Zhao Heng from the railing.

  As for the boys who insisted on fighting back, Zhao Heng knocked them to the ground. In a scene of utter chaos and screams, more than 20 sports students were quickly laid out on the ground. The students outside were all stunned, with their mouths agape, especially the girls. They simply couldn't imagine that Zhao Heng had become so depraved.

  Soon, Zhao Heng patted the iron bar and coldly looked at Tu Honggang.

  Tu Honggang's courage was gone: "Y-y-you want to do what?"

  "Are you looking for death, daring to fight with me?"

  Zhao Heng gazed at Tu Honggang with a cold hum, his tone revealing a stern and murderous aura that made everyone feel a chill run down their spine. The over 20 sports students on the ground shifted their bodies away from Zhao Heng, afraid of being whipped by him again. Tu Honggang looked at Zhao Heng, trembling as he struggled to maintain his composure:

  "You dare to move me? The consequences are not something you can afford, my uncle is the deputy director of the police bureau."

  Many girls around stared at the scene, and Tu Honggang had to straighten his waist, so he brought out a somewhat dignified uncle, hoping that Zhao Heng would weigh the consequences. However, after a few seconds, Zhao Heng walked up to Tu Honggang with big strides and swung his arm under the gaze of countless men and women.

  "Bang!"

  Zhao Heng slapped a loud slap, and Tu Honggang spat out a mouthful of blood and water on the spot amidst the screams of the girls. A tooth fell to the ground, and his head was dizzy and buzzing. Zhao Heng's cold hum came: "Go, go find your uncle, I want to see how serious the consequences are after beating you."

  Tu Honggang's face was filled with grief and resentment, but seeing Zhao Heng holding the iron bar and his fallen comrades, he could only swallow his grievances. Looking at Zhao Heng's murderous gaze, he gritted his teeth and led his men away without another word, fearing that saying more would only earn him another slap from Zhao Heng.

  "Officer, wait a moment and give 1,000 yuan to the administrator, let him find someone to weld the iron bar back."

  Zhao Heng threw the iron bar in his hand to the ground, and the loud noise made everyone's heart skip a beat. Before the school security guards arrived, he hastily left, but the name "Zhao Heng" had already been etched into their minds. As they sighed at Zhao Heng's bravery and ferocity, they also shook their heads secretly, thinking that Zhao Heng would pay the price for this.

  How can you just hit these local athletes like Tou Honggang?

  Zhao Heng slapped out a domineering ear slap, having his own ideas. When dealing with Tu Honggang and other campus bullies who were arrogant and cruel, once he took action, he had to eliminate any thoughts of struggle from them. Otherwise, these spoiled guys would entangle endlessly. Zhao Heng was not afraid of anything, but he didn't want to implicate Qiao Yuncai and the others.

  After the three men left, the administrator held onto the iron bar and banknotes, staring at the gap in the railing for ten minutes.

  "This kid is indeed overbearing."

  In a BMW not far from the boys' dormitory, Ding San Shao played with a cigarette, fluttering like flowers: "It seems that the Hua Hai Bar incident is true without any exaggeration. Zhao Heng alone knocked down more than 100 people of Qing Bang and cut off one of their hands. It's interesting to think that Hua University can still see such a fierce person."

  "Brother, you know he's tough, why did you still let me send Hong Gang up there?"