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The next day during the break, Fatty Pan finished recounting everything that had happened. He felt no guilt about revealing so much about Zhang Yang; instead, he believed he was quite insightful. After teaching Li Yifeng a lesson, he had mentioned the Black Wolf to Zhang Yang.
"Not bad, luckily you made me sound pretty cowardly before, especially since you even beat up someone even more cowardly. Otherwise, you would be in trouble," Zhang Yang chuckled.
"What do you mean?" Fatty Pan asked, puzzled.
"The reason he came to test the waters with you is that he thought I was originally a tough guy but was just pretending to be weak. Otherwise, how could I have been beaten up like a grandson a few days ago and now suddenly turn the tables? But since we've known each other for so many years, he might think I suddenly learned some new tricks, especially after Li Yifeng got taken down; it sounds exaggerated," Zhang Yang explained slowly.
"If he can easily let you go, it means he's already made a conclusion that I was just taking advantage of the situation and actually don't have much skill. Revealing my name only confirms this point and is also meant to intimidate me first."
"I'm too impulsive, boss. You're too profound; you're like deep-sea fish oil. What if he thinks you're just pretending to be weak?" Fatty Pan asked.
"Then that's hard to say. He might come up with some excuse to scare you, like saying you harassed a little girl and telling you to be careful in the future; or he might just silence you," Zhang Yang said, making a chopping motion with his hand.
Fatty Pan shivered involuntarily.
"Don't follow me; I'll go by myself. Once this matter is resolved, you'll be able to relax completely," Zhang Yang said just as the class bell rang.
When Zhang Yang walked down the dirt road in front of the abandoned factory, he saw two eight-year-old boys playing with marbles. Holding two roasted sweet potatoes he bought at the corner, he walked and took bites from one. One of the boys made a sound as he swallowed saliva; Zhang Yang turned around and smiled, handing the uneaten sweet potato to the boy: "Here, eat this."
The boy paused for a moment but still reached out his dirty little hand to take it. "Big brother!" Before Zhang Yang could take two steps, he heard a call from behind.
"This is for you." The boy held out a marble with a beautiful yellow pattern inside.
Zhang Yang smiled and casually took it in his hand.
As he entered the large room of the abandoned factory, he noticed there were already over ten people inside. Some were standing, some were sitting, and some were... kneeling. One person on the ground was covered in blood and kept shouting "Brother Xiong, spare me."
When Zhang Yang walked in, the room fell silent. Even the person begging for mercy stopped speaking.
"I am Zhang Yang; which one of you is Brother Black Wolf?" Zhang Yang asked politely while rubbing the marble in his hand as he walked forward.
"Oh, Brother Zhang has arrived. I am Black Wolf. I apologize, but we have some matters to attend to here. Let's discuss our business later; please wait a moment." Black Wolf stepped forward, carrying a chair, which he placed next to Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang smiled, thinking about what could possibly need to be handled here. Was it just an attempt to intimidate him by showing off in front of him?
Indeed, that was the case. Black Wolf had heard that Black Bear was dealing with a subordinate who had been having an affair with his girlfriend, so he orchestrated this scene. Black Bear lived up to his name, standing nearly six feet tall, with a robust build and incredible strength—rumor had it he could lift 400 pounds with each hand.
"Continue. But please make it quick; this is West District, and it's not close to our school. We have classes in the afternoon," Zhang Yang said as he pulled out a pack of Soft Red Plum cigarettes and lit one.
"Damn, this little brat..." Black Bear was starting to lose his patience. He had heard from Black Wolf that this kid might have some skills, but upon seeing him in person, he looked like just a clean-cut student. What was there to be afraid of?
"Black Bear," Black Wolf stepped in to hold him back. Black Bear shrugged him off: "Black Wolf, when did you become so timid? This isn't just your issue anymore; this kid is too arrogant."
"Brother Black Wolf, is this big guy your brother?" Zhang Yang exhaled a puff of smoke. The term "little brat" had already changed his expression.
"Little brother, this is Brother Xiong; watch your words..." Before Black Wolf could finish, he heard an "Alpaca," and Black Bear was already advancing menacingly towards Zhang Yang, with several of his subordinates following closely behind.
"Wait." As Black Bear approached within a meter of him, Zhang Yang suddenly spoke with authority, causing Black Bear to pause in surprise.
"Black Wolf, what exactly is going on? Once we finish our discussion, I'll deal with this Black Bear. Don't mess things up!" Zhang Yang tilted his head and shouted at Black Wolf. At this moment, it seemed like Black Bear didn't quite understand and turned back to look at Black Wolf.
"My matter is simple: you injured my cousin; pay 10,000 yuan for medical expenses and leave a finger behind. Then we can consider it settled," Black Wolf stated while looking at Black Bear.
"I'll make it quick; Black Wolf, you can get lost right now! I'll treat your words as nonsense!" Zhang Yang casually tossed the spent cigarette butt onto the ground.
"Damn!" Suddenly, Black Bear threw a powerful punch downwards towards Zhang Yang's head as he sat in the chair.
With a crash, Black Bear only shattered the chair into pieces. However, the figure that had been sitting there—Zhang Yang—had vanished from sight in an instant.
"Why aren't you leaving?" Zhang Yang appeared before Black Wolf like a ghost and stared at him questioningly. Startled, Black Wolf quickly adjusted his stance and launched a kick.
"Not bad!" Zhang Yang narrowly dodged the fierce attack. Black Wolf used both fists and feet in rapid succession while Zhang Yang focused on evasion and defense. The crowd stood outside the circle, seemingly captivated by their fight; indeed, both were moving too quickly for anyone else to intervene.
"I am going to kick your ass!" Zhang Yang suddenly shouted, blocking the right punch of the Black Wolf with his left hand, while his right hand shot two fingers straight for the Black Wolf's eyes. These two fingers moved like lightning. The Black Wolf realized he couldn't dodge and could only lower his head to charge with his forehead. Zhang Yang's right hand slid over the top of the Black Wolf's head and unexpectedly pinched the large vertebra at the back of his neck. The Black Wolf immediately felt his body go limp. With a flick of his hand, Zhang Yang turned the Black Wolf's body around, and with one kick, he sent the Black Wolf flying forward, landing face-first on the ground.
Among all the small-time thugs in the West District, if the Black Wolf said he was second, no one would dare claim first. Despite his large stature, in a one-on-one fight, he might not even be able to defeat the Black Wolf. Yet this student-like young man had managed to take him down like this.
The fight happened so quickly that many people couldn't comprehend it. However, after hearing "kick ass," everyone could see that the Black Wolf had been knocked down.
"What the hell!" the Black Bear muttered. He was already surprised when he missed a punch earlier; now, seeing this scene made his jaw nearly drop to the ground.
The Black Wolf got up from the ground as if he were in a dream. He knew that although he seemed to have the upper hand earlier, he hadn't gained any advantage over Zhang Yang. That playful strike from Zhang Yang had caught him completely off guard. The other subordinates also appeared stunned, unsure of what to do.
At that moment, a subordinate named Biaozi kept glancing at a fishing gear bag on a nearby workbench.
"What exactly are you doing?" the Black Wolf suddenly asked. "Yeah, what are you doing?" The Black Bear seemed a bit dazed and echoed the question.
"I am a senior student from Wuzhong High School. Didn't Li Yifeng tell you? Let's just leave it at that; from now on, we go our separate ways," Zhang Yang said as he tidied up his clothes and turned to walk out. He didn't want to escalate things further; after all, he still had school to attend and no time to get entangled with a group of powerful thugs, so he opted for this approach.
That kick was in retaliation for Fatty Pan.
At this moment, Biaozi quietly pulled out a shotgun from the fishing gear bag and maneuvered around some machinery to position himself diagonally behind Zhang Yang.
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