Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Minor Power He Zheng_1

Once again, his attempt to take on Zhao Fuyuan as his disciple failed. Not to mention how tangled Zhao Fuyuan must have felt.

However, he still didn’t give up; one eats rice grain by grain, and takes the road step by step. What’s impossible now, doesn’t represent what’s impossible in the future.

Seeing Zhao Fuyuan walk away disappointed, Xia Xiaohua asked in confusion: "Zhang Xian, why didn’t you take on Zhao Fuyuan as your disciple? I feel like he’s quite nice, more reliable than the other boys."

Zhang Xian replied: "There are certain things you don’t understand. Why ask so much? Why do you girls enjoy gossip so much?"

Xia Xiaohua retorted: "No, we don’t."

Zhang Xian instructed: "Hurry up and eat. We need to head back for class after this. Stop thinking about unnecessary things."

Xia Xiaohua pursed her lips and stopped probing further.

After eating, Zhu Yan and Xia Xiaohua headed to the classroom, while Zhang Xian, holding a cigarette in his mouth, began to stroll around the school.

"Zhang Xian, are you planning to skip class again?"

Wen Yulan strode over and snapped angrily at Zhang Xian, "I really have no idea what you’re doing in school. As a son, this is how you’re letting your family down?"

Zhang Xian took a puff of his cigarette and replied: "I have no family, therefore, I can’t let anyone down."

Surprised, Wen Yulan paused for a moment before asking: "Zhang Xian, are you... are you an orphan?"

"Yeah, so stop focusing on me." Zhang Xian nodded.

Seeing Wen Yulan show a heartbroken expression, he hatched a plan. After a seemingly teasing laugh, he reached out and pinched Wen Yulan’s buttocks, which felt very springy.

Jolted, Wen Yulan shouted: "What are you doing?"

Without saying a word, Zhang Xian walked over and grabbed her buttocks once again. One had to say, this woman’s buttocks were quite perky.

"Zhang Xian...you..." Wen Yulan was angry beyond words, yet completely helpless in dealing with Zhang Xian.

Seeing Zhang Xian trying to make another bold move, she screamed and turned to run away. There weren’t many people around, and she has no doubt he would act untowardly.

"Hehe, we’ll see if you dare to keep your eyes on me." Zhang Xian chuckled, then turned and walked in a different direction.

...

In a private room at a KTV, deafening music resonated.

Wang Lei, who was pressuring a woman on the couch, was drinking glumly. This was where he had once lost face.

He had been severely beaten up and reprimanded by his father after finding out that he had misbehaved with his cousin. But it was not entirely his will; he had only acted so because of the aphrodisiac.

The incident was something he couldn’t quite understand. He suspected that Zhang Xian could have switched cups when he yelled that day, but how did Zhang Xian discover it?

Or did Zhang Xian initially think of him as ill-intentioned, and switched the cups as a precaution even without knowing his plot?

"Haha, Young Master Wang, do you like my singing?" Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked over.

"Not bad!" Wang Lei lied with a smile before saying: "Come, let’s have a drink and continue to have fun."

After a toast with a bottle of beer, the middle-aged man asked: "Young Master Wang, we had quite a fun time today. You mentioned earlier that you needed a small favor. Let’s hear it."

Another middle-aged man nodded, "Young Master Wang, if we can help, we will not refuse. Just tell us."

Wang Lei smiled and remarked, "Actually, it’s not a big deal. I just need you guys to help me deal with a student. He’s had training and has some skills."

"Just that?" The Taekwondo expert paused, then laughed, "Young Master Wang, rest assured, no matter how tough the guy is, he is just a student. If I step in, I can deal with him in no time."

The karate expert felt relieved to hear that it was just a matter of dealing with a student. To him, a student was nothing as he was the most formidable among the younger generation of their martial academy.

Wang Lei laughed: "Haha, with you guys stepping in, I’m relieved."

The Taekwondo expert laughed heartily: "Haha, trivial matter, trivial matter. Tomorrow, I will go there and sort out this little guy. I will make him kneel down and apologize to Young Master Wang."

"Haha, great. After singing, let’s find another place to have a good time." Wang Lei was very happy and laughed heartily.

He had previously sent a few security guards to tackle Zhang Xian, but they failed, which irked him. This time, seeing the true strength of the two, he wanted to use their hands to deal with Zhang Xian.

...

The afternoon time passed quickly.

Zhang Xian and Zhu Yan left school together, ready to head home.

Not far off, Fong Chao spotted Zhang Xian leaving and walked over, saying: "Zhang Xian, are you brave enough to come with me?"

"You again?" Zhang Xian laughed and asked, "What? Wasn’t the last lesson enough for you? You want another round? Or did you feel shortchanged since I didn’t hit you last time?"

Fong Chao sneered: "I just want to know if you dare to accompany me somewhere."

Zhang Xian responded: "Tell me where first?"

Fong Chao said: "Our Brother Zheng wants to see you, if you have the guts, come with me."

"Fine, but first I have to take Yan Yan home." Zhang Xian said: "Wait for me here, I’ll be back in an hour."

Fong Chao stunned, angrily said, "What? You want me to wait for you for an hour? You think..."

Before he could finish the sentence, Zhang Xian suddenly turned his head, his icy gaze made him swallow the rest of his words.

"Wait or not, that’s your problem." Zhang threw down the statement, then walked off with Zhu Yan.

Fong Chao stood in place, fuming with rage. But Brother Zheng told him to bring Zhang Xian to him, he didn’t dare to disobey. He could only light a cigarette and wait with a gloomy look on his face.

An hour! Zhang Xian actually dared to do it. It was getting close to evening, but isn’t it still blistering hot in front of the school gate?

"Brother-in-law, are you really going to see that Brother Zheng?" Zhu Yan asked with a pout.

Zhang Xian nodded, "Of course, Fong Chao is not a threat, but it’s a nuisance to keep nagging. Besides, who can guarantee that they won’t do anything drastic. Now that Brother Zheng wants to see me, he must be out of ideas and wants to negotiate. So why shouldn’t I take this opportunity to deal with all of them at once?"

Zhu Yan said, "Aren’t you afraid they’ll harm you?"

Zhang Xian chuckled, hugging Zhu Yan’s fragrant shoulders he laughingly said, "They would need the skills to harm me. Your Brother-in-law is quite formidable."

...

In a room on the second floor of a bar.

He Zheng was sitting on the sofa, the lighter in his hand spinning like a dancing butterfly. His face, which was not particularly handsome, bore a faint smile.

At first glance, no one would think He Zheng was a gang leader, but rather an educated gentleman.

However, those who knew He Zheng knew his actions didn’t match his refined surface. If he claimed that he could hold his ground in Yantai without any means, no one would believe it.

"Knock, knock, knock..." A sudden knocking sound came.

He Zheng raised an eyebrow and signalled to a middle-aged man next to him with a smile.

The middle-aged man nodded, went to the door, and opened it. Then two young men walked in, Fong Chao and Zhang Xian.

Seeing that Fong Chao brought a handsome young guy, He Zheng was somewhat surprised, "You’re the high-hand Fong Chao told me about? You can thrust a chopstick through marble?"

Zhang Xian retorted without answering, "You’re that so-called Brother Zheng? I didn’t see this coming! I thought you were a pimp."

"You fucking want to die, kid?" The man who opened the door, now furious, lunged forward and grabbed Zhang Xian’s collar, erupting: "Brother Zheng is our boss, what do you mean, ’pimp’?"

He Zheng made a gesture to the middle-aged man not to be agitated, then said with a smile: "You’re interesting. But people like you usually don’t live very long because they don’t know how to adapt to changing circumstances."

Zhang Xian sauntered over and plopped himself down on the sofa, crossing his legs as he said: "I don’t see it that way."

"Why’s that?" He Zheng asked with interest.

Previously, Fong Chao came to him complaining about being bullied by a Tsinghua University student who was a high-hand, someone who could penetrate marble with a chopstick. That piqued his interest.

So, today, he told Fong Chao to bring the guy over so he could see who’s so mystical.

At this moment, looking at him, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. The guy in front of him might be capable, but he lacked brains. People like that are of little use.

Zhang Xian lit up a cigarette and said, "Being adaptable is for the weak. I’m always in control. Why should I read the situation? Whatever the time, whatever the circumstances, I have the final say."

He Zheng chuckled and also lit a cigarette.

Just then, the middle-aged man who opened the door suddenly aimed a punch at Zhang Xian’s head.

Zhang Xian, his left hand holding his cigarette, raised his right hand and caught the incoming fist, he said: "What’s-his-name, you think with just guys like this, you can handle me?"

The middle-aged man’s face changed. He couldn’t retract the fist Zhang Xian had grabbed.

He Zheng’s pupils contracted in surprise.

Big Mountain had been with him for many years, his skills were excellent, he had few rivals in Yantai’s underworld. Now, he was being suppressed by a young guy, and that was beyond his imagination.

Fong Chao swallowed nervously. He once witnessed Big Mountain taking out over thirty enemies single-handedly. He was truly a tough guy.

Today, how come he was no match for Zhang Xian? Could it be that the rumour from Tsinghua University about Zhang Xian defeating Zhao Fuyuan in one move was true. Moreover, was that just a fraction of Zhang Xian’s real strength?

Zhao Fuyuan’s skills weren’t bad, but they were all form with no substance. Big Mountain was different, he had been honed through life and death.

"Today I didn’t fight, it’s because I think you’re quite decent, not like some dumbasses who are as slow as molasses. However, I advise you not to challenge my bottom line. Once things get in motion, they won’t stop, unless one side falls. While the fallen side might regret it, in the end, nothing can be changed." Zhang Xian suddenly let go.

Without restraint, Big Mountain retreated several steps and fell on his ass.

He couldn’t understand how a young man in his twenties could have such a fierce force.

As a fighter, he had been through countless battles, and had honed excellent skills. Today, he was beaten by a young man.

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