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They heard my words, and their expressions changed, but they didn't stop. Instead, they exchanged glances and scattered in different directions, fleeing at an even faster pace.
Watching their retreating figures, the anger inside me made it impossible to calm down. I had only wanted to take a photo with Zheng Shichao, yet they had stabbed me in the back. The feeling of betrayal was unbearable. I clenched my fists tightly, furrowing my brows, and shouted, "You think you can run away after throwing a punch? You all better wait for me; I will take you down!"
After I finished speaking, I locked onto Zheng Shichao's back and quickly chased after him. Based on my judgment, I was eighty percent sure that Zheng Shichao was likely the leader among them. Although he was the fastest runner, I still wanted to be the first to take him down; that would ease my frustration.
Zheng Shichao had been the sprint champion at last year's sports meet, and he was confident in his speed. As he ran, he even took a moment to glance back and saw me charging toward him with a fierce expression, getting closer by the second. At that moment, the composure on his face vanished. He frowned and muttered to himself, "Hmph, Jiang Ling thinks he can catch me? What a joke. Just now, I only used sixty percent of my speed; now you'll see what I'm really capable of."
With that, Zheng Shichao's body became light and agile. His steps followed a rhythm of two long strides and one short one. In an instant, he surged forward, increasing his speed significantly. The distance between us, which had been just over twenty meters, suddenly widened to thirty or forty meters.
"Hmph, Zheng Shichao, no matter how fast you run, you won't escape," I scoffed. Although I wasn't good at running, my physical training had given me far superior athleticism compared to him. Plus, I had Daoist Magic and Buddhist Power at my disposal. So even if I couldn't catch up to him immediately, once his stamina waned, that would be my chance.
Zheng Shichao's friends noticed that I wasn't pursuing them and breathed a sigh of relief. They stopped and gathered together, looking somewhat embarrassed as they glanced in the direction Zheng Shichao had fled. One of them said, "Brother Zheng, this time we managed to pull it off. Although you might get beaten up a bit, we won't forget your kindness. We hope you make it out alive."
Despite having the numerical advantage, they had done their homework on me and knew about my strength; even those three muscle-bound guys from the College of Civil Engineering were defeated by me in mere moments. Moreover, Zheng Shichao's group wasn't inclined to fight at all; they never intended to confront me from the start.
Seeing me still chasing after Zheng Shichao relentlessly, one of them spoke up: "Brothers, we should hurry and inform the others. That Jiang Ling is a violent man; if Brother Zheng really gets caught by him, he'll probably get beaten badly."
After exchanging a few words among themselves, they headed off in different directions and quickly disappeared.
About seven minutes later, Zheng Shichao's stamina was nearly depleted; his speed was slowing down significantly. His face was as pale as paper now; sweat dripped from his forehead and soaked his clothes as if he had fallen into water.
Wiping the sweat from his brow with trembling hands, he glanced back at me—now only five steps away—and forced a smile onto his face as he nervously said, "Jiang Ling, can you please stop chasing me? We're all from the same school; this isn't how we should be acting. Besides, we don't have any deep-seated grudges against each other. Can't we just talk things over instead of resorting to violence? Don't you agree?"
My current physical condition is slightly better than Zheng Shichao's. Although I am drenched in sweat, I have my magic to support me, so I'm just a bit tired. After hearing Zheng Shichao's words, I shook my head without hesitation and said firmly, "Senior Zheng Shichao, if you don't give me a spell today, I won't let you off so easily!"
I noticed that Zheng Shichao's speed had slowed down a bit. A glimmer of light flashed in my eyes, and I quickened my pace, catching up to him in the blink of an eye.
"Senior Zheng Shichao, watch out!" I shouted as I quickly raised my right hand and threw a punch directly at his forehead.
With a light thud, Zheng Shichao took my punch and stumbled backward, falling to the ground and rolling over a dozen times before finally coming to a stop.
I walked over to Zheng Shichao, grabbed his shoulder, and flipped him over. At that moment, he was bruised and battered, his face swollen like a pig's head, looking quite miserable.
Seeing me reach out to him, Zheng Shichao hurriedly protected his head with his hands and said fearfully, "Junior Jiang Ling, please don't hit me anymore! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
Looking at Zheng Shichao's state, I felt a pang of sympathy. After all, we didn't have much enmity between us. He was already in such a bad situation; if I continued to attack him, it would be too heartless.
I helped Zheng Shichao up from the ground, the anger inside me dissipating. I smiled at him and asked, "Senior Zheng Shichao, can you explain why you suddenly attacked me?"
Zheng Shichao understood his predicament and wasted no time. He took out his phone and opened the Weibo app, quickly finding a post.
He handed me the phone and said somewhat awkwardly, "Junior Jiang Ling, this incident was indeed driven by our selfish motives. You'll understand the specifics when you take a look."
Furrowing my brows with curiosity, I took Zheng Shichao's phone and began reading. By the time I finished, my face turned red with anger.
I tossed the phone back to Zheng Shichao and exclaimed loudly, "What the hell! Zhu Caini is trying to get me killed!"
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