Free Web NovelChapter 291: Chapter 291: You Traitor
"You!" Yang Zhuo clenched his fists, rooted to the spot. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
At the critical moment, the partner he’d been with for three years had actually betrayed him!
’So the boat of friendship sinks that easily, huh?’
Jiang Xinghai continued to tap his dagger as he turned his gaze to Yang Zhuo.
As for the guy in the number 7 basketball jersey, the one with a cigarette burn between his eyebrows, he too was rooted to the spot.
Meanwhile, many of the students passing by had stopped to watch from the sidelines.
"I’ll ask, you’ll answer. Don’t say anything extra, and you might just live."
Just then, Jiang Xinghai slowly moved the dagger from the cheek of the guy in the number 3 jersey to his neck.
"Understood, understood." The guy in the number 3 jersey didn’t dare to question anything.
The cold dagger tapping against his neck nearly made him piss his pants.
"Why did you come looking for trouble with me?" Jiang Xinghai asked coldly.
"It’s because..."
The guy in the number 3 jersey gritted his teeth. "Yang Zhuo likes the two girls with you. He wanted to teach you a lesson."
"Get lost."
Jiang Xinghai kicked the guy in the number 3 jersey away.
The guy in the number 3 jersey scrambled away, not daring to linger, and sprinted toward the infirmary like a madman.
"You traitor!"
Watching his companion flee, Yang Zhuo spat viciously, then looked at the guy in the number 7 jersey. "If you’re going to run, do it now. Don’t fucking drag me down!"
"I-I-I, I’m going, I’m going..."
The guy in the number 7 jersey struggled to move his legs as a yellow, urine-like liquid dripped from his shoes and socks.
He had pissed himself in fear right after his partner, the guy in the number 3 jersey, had his wrist broken.
It wasn’t that they had never seen such ruthless methods before.
But his partner, the guy in the number 3 jersey, was a Ninth-Order Martial Artist!
And he was taken down in a single move!
He himself had only just stepped onto the path of Martial Arts.
"You useless piece of trash!"
Yang Zhuo glanced back at the fleeing guy in the number 7 jersey, then turned his head back toward Jiang Xinghai.
At the same time, the faces of the nearby onlookers changed drastically.
They recognized Yang Zhuo.
An absolute tyrant!
He was rumored to be a Ninth-Grade Martial Artist now!
He had money and he had power.
Normally, anyone who knew him made sure to steer clear.
The girls, in particular, utterly despised him.
"That guy in the white short-sleeved shirt must be a freshman. He’s so intense."
"Yeah, he scared Yang Zhuo’s two lackeys that badly. This is going to be a good show."
Many of the onlookers, who loved a good drama, slowly edged forward.
But because of Yang Zhuo, they didn’t dare to be too bold.
Yang Zhuo, after all, came from a Martial Arts family. His own strength was considerable, and he could certainly notice the growing crowd.
’Now, he had only one thought.’
’Take down Jiang Xinghai as fast as possible, and cripple him!’
’As for killing him, he abandoned that thought.’
’If word of a public murder got to the school’s upper management, it would be hard for his family to explain.’
"You. What are you still standing there dazed for? Get over here."
Jiang Xinghai raised his hand, lit another cigarette, and pointed it at Yang Zhuo.
"You tell me to come over, so I should just come over? Do I have no pride? You get over here!" Yang Zhuo had wanted to charge over and give him a beating, but after what Jiang Xinghai said, he stayed put.
"In that case, I’ll come to you."
With the cigarette dangling from his lips, Jiang Xinghai started walking over.
A cold smile touched Yang Zhuo’s eyes. His fists were already brimming with power, just waiting to erupt when Jiang Xinghai got close.
"Brother Hai, what’s happening?"
Just then, Shen Lingyin and Mu Jianni came down together.
"Mr. Jiang, that man is radiating killing intent. Let Jianni handle him," Mu Jianni said, walking over quickly.
"That won’t be necessary."
Jiang Xinghai smiled faintly and kept walking forward.
"Brother Hai? Mr. Jiang? Jiang Xinghai?"
Hearing the two women’s calls, Yang Zhuo quickly confirmed the man’s name and shook his head.
’He had no recollection of the name. He must not be anyone important.’ Reassured by this thought, he relaxed.
As Jiang Xinghai approached, Yang Zhuo’s gaze shifted to Shen Lingyin and Mu Jianni.
Up close, they were truly nation-toppling beauties.
"Don’t you stare at them with those pathetic, fawning eyes."
Jiang Xinghai’s voice was extremely calm, but it struck Yang Zhuo’s ears like a thunderclap.
"You’re so arrogant!"
The moment Yang Zhuo snapped back to his senses, his fists erupted with immense power, unleashing two gusts of Gang Qi that tore through the air, as if he intended to beat Jiang Xinghai half to death in a single blow.
However, he never would have imagined that while his fists were still in mid-air, they would freeze, suspended in place.
"A mere Great Martial Artist dares to make a fool of himself in front of me?"
Jiang Xinghai had only released his Vigorous Qi Body Protection, and it had completely immobilized Yang Zhuo.
"You... I... Impossible..."
Other than being able to speak, Yang Zhuo was completely immobile, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
’Shit!’
’I’ve kicked a steel plate this time!’
"Huh? Why isn’t Yang Zhuo moving?"
"Looks like he’s scared stiff?"
Just as the onlookers were wondering what was going on...
Jiang Xinghai flicked the burning cigarette butt between his fingers. "Swallow this, and I’ll spare your life."
"Uh..." Yang Zhuo was dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open in shock.
"Very sensible. Not bad." Jiang Xinghai tossed the cigarette butt inside.
