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"Where's the money?" Zhang Yang coldly asked, ignoring everyone else as he released Li Yifeng's right hand.
"It's in my pants pocket," Li Yifeng said with great difficulty.
"Take it out!"
Li Yifeng, lying on the ground, slowly used his uninjured left hand to dig into his pants pocket for the money. In his haste, he accidentally pulled out everything, including coins and bills. Zhang Yang took two hundred-dollar bills from the pile and handed them to Fatty Pan. Fatty Pan stood there in a daze for a moment before finally taking them, unable to say a word.
Then, Zhang Yang walked over to the group of fallen people. Some were already propped against the wall, standing up, while others crawled away to clear a path. Zhang Yang directly squatted down in front of Dayong, who was sitting on the ground.
"Zhang Yang, I..." Dayong suddenly called out.
"Slap!" Before he could finish, he received a slap across the face. "Did I tell you to speak?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Damn it!" Dayong still refused to back down and spat out another syllable. Another slap followed, and Dayong was hit again. "Is this the time for you to curse?" Zhang Yang's strikes weren't hard; Dayong only had a red mark on his face, and his teeth were unharmed.
"You can speak now," Zhang Yang said.
"Zhang Yang, if you have the guts to kill me today, if you can't kill me, I'll kill you!" Dayong shouted almost hysterically through gritted teeth.
Zhang Yang swung his arm, causing Dayong to instinctively cover his face with his hands, but Zhang Yang didn't strike him. When Dayong looked closely, he saw that Zhang Yang was holding a two-foot-long galvanized water pipe.
"You shout so loudly; do you think you can kill someone? Do you know what part of the body to hit and how many times it takes to kill someone with this kind of pipe?" Zhang Yang said while measuring the pipe around Dayong's head.
"You... you dare!" Dayong's voice trembled uncontrollably.
"For example, that day when Li Yifeng hit my forehead, even though he had a steel ring on his hand, he was close and didn't hit very hard. So he only left me bruised and even gave me a slight concussion, but it didn't really affect my bones. You see this scar on my head? It's very faint." Zhang Yang lifted his hair and leaned his forehead closer to Dayong's face.
"But with this galvanized water pipe, if I swing my arm and bring it down hard enough, you might see your own blood splatter before you die," Zhang Yang said. His gaze suddenly turned fierce as he raised the water pipe high above his head and swung it down towards Dayong with a whoosh.
"Ah..." Dayong trembled and closed his eyes, yellow liquid seeping from his pants.
After a while, there was no movement. Dayong opened his eyes shakily and saw the water pipe just about one centimeter above his head.
"You little brat, how dare you talk about life and death with me!" Zhang Yang casually tossed aside the water pipe, stood up, and the cold wind blew through his long hair. His pale face and strong jawline seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were filled with disdain.
Is this really the same Zhang Yang who had slapped him twice? A wave of unfamiliarity surged in Dayong's heart. Usually, these little thugs would shout "I'll kill you," but they truly lacked the courage to take a life. When the galvanized water pipe whistled through the air, Dayong suddenly felt a fear of death.
The phrase "how dare you talk about life and death with me" echoed in Dayong's ears, and when he lowered his head, tears unexpectedly fell.
"Listen up, debts must be repaid; it's only right. My name is Zhang Yang. From now on, if there's anything, come at me. If anyone dares to touch my brothers, I guarantee they'll suffer a hundred times worse than Li Yifeng!" Zhang Yang scanned the crowd one by one.
"Understood." Several people surprisingly responded in unison.
"And if I see you bullying anyone at school again, I'll hit you every time I see it!" Zhang Yang continued. At this moment, Li Yifeng looked down at the ground, his eyes filled with hatred. He even fantasized that if he had a gun, he could definitely shoot Zhang Yang dead. Yet now that Zhang Yang was standing there, he didn't even dare to lift his head.
"Hahaha..." Zhang Yang dropped the pipe and laughed as he walked out of the room.
"Zhang Yang, wait for me." Fatty Pan suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly ran after him.
"Damn it, you really learned some skills. But you're too impulsive and ruthless," Fatty Pan exclaimed as he followed behind Zhang Yang, as if finally catching his breath.
"An eye for an eye. Think about it; if we couldn't beat them, what would our fate be today?" Zhang Yang smiled. "And besides, didn't you ask me if getting beaten was over? Now it is."
"Li Yifeng's finger got broken; he won't call the police, right?" Fatty Pan still looked worried.
"There were eight of them and just two of us. They had tools while we were unarmed; we were acting in self-defense. Plus, he only broke a finger; it's not like he's dead," Zhang Yang seemed very patient with Fatty Pan.
"Why are you so articulate now? You sound so refined," Fatty Pan stopped and looked seriously at Zhang Yang. "You've changed."
"Oh? Has it gotten better or worse?" Zhang Yang turned his head and asked Fatty Pan.
"I can't really tell. But you definitely have the aura of a leader. Here, Brother Yang, let me offer you a cigarette." Fatty Pan chuckled as he handed over a cigarette. "Can you teach me a few moves first? Your relative, he’s not from the Five Poisons Sect, is he?" Fatty Pan seemed to have completely relaxed.
"That's definitely a secret. But if you want to learn, I suggest you lose some weight first," Zhang Yang teased as he took the cigarette.
"Damn!" Fatty Pan suddenly seemed to remember something. "If we don’t call the police, he won’t go looking for his cousin Black Wolf, right? That guy is a big shot in the West District, unbeatable in the West District, and he has countless brothers under him."
"Isn't Li Yifeng relying on his cousin Black Wolf to act so tough at school?" Zhang Yang said lightly.
"Don't think that these big thugs are like Li Yifeng and his small-time gangsters who just wave knives around. I've heard they even have guns," Fatty Pan said, his worried expression not fading after bringing up the topic.
"Then be careful and try not to move around too much," Zhang Yang suddenly said.
"Be careful? You're the one being impulsive! If there's a grudge, it has its owner. I'm worried they'll come looking for you," Fatty Pan said anxiously.
"Then let's just drop it. Enough of this talk, let's go home. I'm tired and need to catch up on some sleep," Zhang Yang said before quickly walking in the direction of home.
"You really are carefree," Fatty Pan muttered before running to catch up.
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