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Even the principal held a certain fear of this man's father, which meant that I was really kicking a piece of iron, or rather, a titanium alloy!
The principal, you see, the reason behind all this is that Zhao Xue was the one who first spoke disrespectfully and even resorted to violence, which led to the current situation. We are all young and hot-headed, unwilling to back down from each other. I only stepped in to educate them a bit.
This was the best course of action he could think of at the moment. He truly had no idea about the origins of the situation and could only push the responsibility onto me. If he blamed the Physical Education Class leader instead, their numbers would surely rise against him, leading to further arguments. Thus, shifting the blame onto me was his best decision.
His reasoning was indeed clever, but unfortunately, his thoughts were far from accurate.
Damn it! Are you just spewing nonsense? Go investigate who started with disrespectful words first! If they hadn’t spoken out of turn, would my brother have resorted to violence? How many lives have you lived to be this ignorant?
You!
I secretly gave Hu Yao a thumbs up; he managed to retort without swearing, leaving the other speechless. If this were online, he would definitely be a top figure in that notorious community.
Bang!
Who the hell is spewing nonsense? Come on, let me see who’s talking trash!
Though the door had been opened, the curses came rushing in—there was no doubt it was Old Zhao.
Oh dear, Chairman Zhao has arrived! Come in, come in, please take a seat!
Principal Xu immediately grabbed a chair and pushed it in front of Old Zhao, but Old Zhao didn’t seem to appreciate it at all.
Get lost! You old Xu, don’t give me this nonsense! Let me see which mouthy brat is bullying my son!
When Zhang Weijie saw Zhao Changsheng for the first time, he immediately thought about where he would choose to be buried.
Damn it! That legendary Mad Dog Zhao Changsheng is his father! I always thought he was just a name; who knew this living hell was his dad? Had I known about this background earlier, even if he had dared to act tough, he wouldn’t have had the guts to lay a hand on anyone!
Zhang Weijie’s previously robust demeanor instantly wilted. He knew that many of the entertainment venues and even boxing gyms he frequented were owned by Old Zhao. Wasn’t that like walking straight into a gunfight?
Old Zhao scanned the surroundings and nodded when he spotted Hu Yao. Hu Yao returned the gesture with a nod before finally locking his gaze onto my bruises.
He paused for just two seconds before looking back at Zhang Weijie. When he noticed Zhang Weijie’s injuries, he finally withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
Perhaps every father is like this: when their son is bullied by peers, they encourage them not to be afraid and to fight back until their opponent backs down. But if an adult steps in, they will be the first to rush out and defend their son—even resorting to violence if necessary!
Fatherly love is silent; it may not be expressed openly, but in your moment of trouble, they will always be the first one to rush out.
Old Zhao was just like that!
Come on then, tell me what happened specifically.
Watching Old Zhao sit at my desk, at that moment even the Grade Director didn’t dare utter a word.
Zhao Uncle, here's how it went down. Hu Yao detailed the events, and I added a bit more. The people from the Physical Education Class didn’t interrupt; the facts were laid out as they were. If they dared to say otherwise, the surveillance footage would definitely be presented.
Oh? Is that so? The Grade Director claims I’m not teaching well, that the children I’ve raised lack proper upbringing?
Old Zhao looked at the Grade Director with a smile, but there was a hidden edge to that smile!
Seeing that the Grade Director had been silent for quite some time, Old Zhao slammed his hand on the table and asked, “What about me? Am I also lacking in upbringing?”
“Zhao, I didn’t mean it that way,” the Grade Director stammered.
“Then what do you mean? Huh?! As a teacher, you can say such things? Should I take that to mean you have no upbringing and are leading students astray?”
Old Zhao’s face showed no emotion; his eyes were fixed on the Grade Director with an intensity that was more intimidating than anger itself.
What’s more frightening than an enemy’s ferocity is when their mere presence can instill fear in you.
The Grade Director remained silent for a moment before suddenly shouting, “So what if I have no upbringing? Who do you think you are to criticize me? I’ve been teaching for years and have educated countless students. How dare you say I lead them astray? What qualifications do you have!”
Hearing this, not only the principal but everyone present was left speechless, including me. Perhaps it was the Grade Director’s desperate demeanor that shocked them all.
Old Zhao remained composed. “Well, I indeed have little qualification. Xu Yanyi should deal with him; keeping someone like this in school is bound to ruin your reputation.”
“Pah! What qualifications do you have to say that?” the Grade Director retorted.
“Oh? What qualifications do I have? Just because I’m a shareholder here! Just because I own shares in most companies throughout Lake City—does that count? Not just you, but your entire family won’t find work in Lake City either. If I lack upbringing and enjoy it, what are you going to do about it? If you’re not satisfied, come find me in West City District!”
After saying this, Old Zhao waved goodbye to Hu Yao and me and led us out.
Upon hearing “West City District,” the Grade Director collapsed onto the ground. The younger folks might not know, but among their generation, who didn’t know of West City District’s notorious reputation?
That was a place where one could charge in with force and unify the fragmented West City District.
Sigh, why did you have to provoke him of all people?
The principal looked at the Grade Director slumped on the floor, feeling utterly helpless.
It’s over! Zhang Weijie! You’ve really gotten me into trouble!
Who is that?
Who? That damn mad dog who rules over West City District, Zhao Changsheng!!!
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