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The next day at school, Zhang Yang found an Underworld Sorceress just before class to excuse himself. Following Fatty Pan's advice, he embellished the story a bit and proactively submitted the written apology he had prepared. The Underworld Sorceress was in a hurry and quickly said a few words to Zhang Yang before leaving.
At noon, when school was over, Zhang Yang was about to call Fatty Pan to leave together when he noticed Fatty Pan packing up his desk while nodding towards the window.
Zhang Yang turned to look and saw Li Yifeng and Dayong lazily leaning against the railing diagonally across from the door.
"Fengzi, Yongzi, you’re both here?" Zhang Yang smiled as he approached them. Dayong was about to get angry at the nicknames but Li Yifeng tugged at him, signaling him not to rush.
"Zhang Yang, it seems your memory isn't very good," Li Yifeng said, flipping his yellow hair. Dayong glared at Zhang Yang and Fatty Pan, who had just walked out.
"I usually have a good memory, but I heard someone owes 200 yuan and still wants to avoid paying it back. That made me so angry that my memory got worse," Zhang Yang raised his head, suddenly shooting a cold glare. Li Yifeng felt a jolt: Damn, why did this guy's gaze become so sharp all of a sudden?
"Heh, what do you think we should do then?" Li Yifeng, naturally a troublemaker, was surprised internally but maintained a nonchalant attitude on the surface.
"Tonight at 9 o'clock, let’s meet at a place where I can teach you a lesson. But I remind you not to forget to bring the money you owe. Also, he is my brother; if you want money from him, you should first ask me if I agree," Zhang Yang patted Fatty Pan on the shoulder and said, "Shall we go?"
"Zhang Yang, don’t turn into a coward and not show up!" Li Yifeng shouted at their backs through gritted teeth.
That evening, in a secluded area near Wuzhong's school gate.
Dayong was checking the galvanized water pipe and chain lock in his backpack while asking, "Brother Feng, with you included, there are eight of us now; these tools should be enough."
"This kid has suddenly disappeared for several days, and today I noticed something off about his gaze. We should be cautious," Li Yifeng replied. "I’m not worried about anything else; I’m just afraid he might call the police. You carry these tools first; if any cops show up, just throw them out the window and say you don’t know whose they are."
"Don’t worry, Brother Feng; with those two cowards around, I can handle it alone," Dayong said dismissively.
"That kid was quite arrogant today; he wouldn’t suddenly act like this for no reason. It’s better to be careful," Li Yifeng raised his wrist to check the time. "Let’s call the brothers and head out."
At that moment, Zhang Yang and Fatty Pan had already arrived at a corner not far from the old residential building set for demolition.
"Fatty, you better not go up yet. Wait until I handle this, then you can come," Zhang Yang said, handing Fatty Pan a cigarette.
"I swear, you're being too cocky today. I'm really tempted to go up with you," Fatty Pan replied, taking the cigarette and struggling internally. Suddenly, he threw the half-smoked cigarette onto the ground. "Let's go together, damn it! If we're going down, let's go down together!"
Zhang Yang laughed and patted Fatty Pan on the shoulder as he walked directly toward the residential building.
When Li Yifeng and Dayong, along with six others, arrived at the room on the top floor, Zhang Yang and Fatty Pan were already there, and candles had been lit inside. Zhang Yang was casually sitting in an old wooden chair with his legs crossed, while Fatty Pan quickly stood up when he saw eight people enter.
"Did you bring the money?" Zhang Yang asked nonchalantly.
"I think you're really asking for trouble!" Li Yifeng had already checked thoroughly both inside and outside the building before coming up; there were no police or suspicious signs, so all previous worries vanished.
At that moment, Zhang Yang suddenly extended a hand. "Fatty, do you think your fingers can touch the back of your hand?"
Fatty Pan didn't understand what Zhang Yang was getting at and stammered, "No, they can't."
"Let me show you a trick," Zhang Yang said while pinching his fingers.
"Damn it, stop showing off! Everyone stay still; I'll go first!" Li Yifeng stepped forward and kicked toward Zhang Yang's chest while he was still seated.
With a thud, Li Yifeng felt Zhang Yang's calf bounce slightly and suddenly experienced pain in his legs, causing him to fall forward onto the ground. Since he was close to Zhang Yang, his right hand landed on Zhang Yang's knee. Zhang Yang grabbed that hand and coldly asked, "You didn't bring your steel ring today; which finger was wearing it that day?"
"Damn!" Dayong realized things were going south. He opened his backpack and dumped a water pipe and chain lock onto the ground without bothering to pick them up. He charged at Zhang Yang while shouting, "Let's take him down together!"
Fatty Pan immediately picked up a chair and threw it. However, he missed everyone.
The other seven people besides Li Yifeng rushed toward Zhang Yang with various weapons: some with water pipes, some with chain locks, and others empty-handed. Dayong led the charge with bare fists; after running a couple of steps, he jumped up and aimed a flying kick at Zhang Yang's face.
Zhang Yang stood up while still holding onto Li Yifeng's right hand. He slightly shifted his body to avoid Dayong's flying kick and casually patted Dayong's shoulder with his left hand. With a thud, Dayong fell heavily to the ground, scraping his elbow against it and losing a large patch of skin, causing him to grunt in pain.
Zhang Yang dragged Li Yifeng through the crowd, weaving left and right. With a swift kick to the knee, everyone around them fell to the ground, clutching their knees in pain, and the room was filled with cries of agony. Fortunately, this old building, which was set to be demolished, was quite large and had long been uninhabited; otherwise, it would have frightened the children.
Li Yifeng was like a broken sack being dragged around, showing no signs of resistance. His body scraped against the dusty floor, leaving him covered in dirt and blood streaks on his cheekbones.
Zhang Yang squatted down, still holding onto Li Yifeng's hand tightly. He stared into his eyes and coldly asked, "I'll ask one last time, which finger?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind blew in through the window opening that had already been removed, chilling to the bone. Li Yifeng couldn't help but shiver.
"The middle finger... ah!!!" Li Yifeng let out a piercing scream.
The others lying on the ground began to tremble. Li Yifeng's right middle finger was indeed pressed completely against the back of his hand. The trick had been successfully executed.
Li Yifeng screamed for a long time, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, beads of cold sweat rolling down his face. A few strands of his yellow hair were already damp against his forehead.
The people who had been kicked down struggled to get back up. Some even tried to crawl away from Zhang Yang using both hands and feet. In high school, they were used to fighting; it was either one-on-one duels or bullying someone with multiple people, or even group brawls. But they had never seen eight people taken down by one person in an instant.
What shocked them even more was Zhang Yang's ruthlessness; he had actually broken someone’s middle finger. This level of brutality left them all stunned.
Only Dayong, known for his bravery, still had a hint of anger in his eyes.
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