899: C899 The One Who Hit You Was You

C899 The One Who Hit You Was You

"Pa!"

A bright red palm appeared on Young Master Yang's unhealthy and pale face. He looked at Zhang Hu in disbelief and murmured, "You, you dare to hit me?"

"I hit you!" Zhang Hu sneered and slapped him again.

He knew that there was no way to save the situation now. He didn't want to think about the consequences anymore. He just wanted to vent the anger in his heart first.

"Good hit, Brother Hu. Do your best!"

"Brother Hu, hit him hard. F * ck, let's bear the responsibility together!"

"Brother Hu, I'm here. Beat these bastards to death!"

"I'll go too!"

"[Wait for me, I'll go too!]"

The students of White Crane Martial School outside the iron gate were all filled with righteous indignation. Then, they couldn't help but enter the iron gate and surround the nobles in the middle!

Zheng Lang smiled coldly and said, "You are all dead!"

Unfortunately, Zhou Wen had no interest in talking to him. He sat on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

When Zhang Zhengtian saw this scene, his face was gloomy. He knew that his school could no longer be saved, but he would not blame Zhang Hu. He knew that since such a thing had happened, the other party wouldn't stop.

"You, what do you want?" The nobles began to fear.

"I'm warning you, if you dare to make a move, the consequences will be very serious!" There were some who were bluffing.

"That's right, do you know who we are? Think about your family more. If you hit us, the consequences will be very serious!"

When the students of White Crane Martial School heard this, they all looked at Zhang Hu.

Zhang Hu pinched Young Master Yang's neck and his blood rushed to his head. Once he got excited, he scolded, "Who cares about the consequences? Let's beat him up first!"

After hearing Zhang Hu's words, the students started to attack, and then they started to wail like ghosts and wolves.

"You're finished. You're finished. My dad won't let you go!" Young Master Yang screamed.

"Slap!"

Another slap landed on Young Master Yang's face. Zhang Hu sneered. He scolded, "Fuck you! Even if I am finished, I will still give you a good beating first. I'll let you know that others are not easy to mess with. A clay figurine still has thirty percent of its anger."

Young Master Yang instantly didn't dare to speak. He was afraid that Zhang Hu would slap him until he saw stars again. However, his heart wasn't without resentment. At least, his gaze was very cold.

As a famous scion in Huaxi, when had he ever suffered such grievance? Other than his father who had hit him, when he walked outside, others would treat him as a young master and worship him. He would have anyone bring him anything he wanted. The scene before his eyes... It was simply the greatest harm to him!

Yes, Young Master Yang's fragile heart had already been hurt.

He even thought that when Uncle Yang came, he would definitely torture Zhang Hu!

There was some worry in Zhang Zhengtian's eyes. He wanted to stop them from fighting, but in the end, he didn't say anything because he was also very angry in his heart.

If there was still peace in this place, it would be Zhang Xiaoloong.

Zhang Xiaoloong shook his head helplessly. He found it funny in his heart. He agreed with the saying, If you talk reason with him, he will talk reason with you. If you talk reason with him, he will talk reason with you. If you talk reason with him, he will talk reason with you. If you talk reason with him, he will talk reason with you.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Xiaoloong suddenly turned around and went to the dormitory building, and very quickly disappeared.

After Zhang Zhengtian heard what Zhang Hu said, he had been paying attention to Zhang Xiaoloong. When he saw Zhang Xiaoloong leave at this moment, he was disappointed.1

Miserable screams, wails, and excited voices mixed together, forming a very strange scene.

The princes were all physically weak. How could they be a match for the people from White Crane Martial School who had been training all year round? They were all pressed to the ground and beaten up. Their faces were swollen, and they were crying and crying. It made people feel like they were mocking them.

But at this moment, the sound of sirens suddenly rang out. Zhou Wen opened his eyes and saw that there were police cars speeding over from the road in the distance.

Zhou Wen's expression changed. He glanced at Zheng Lang, but his heart was somewhat worried.

He was not afraid of the police, but he did not know how deep the relationship between Zhang Xiaoloong and this school was. So if they really fought the police head-on, they would not have a good end.

Traditional Martial World and the secular world had an agreement. They could not directly hurt ordinary people, otherwise, according to the agreement, there would be a specialized organization to clean them up.

However, with the status of those scions, if they didn't confront the police, today's matter would be very difficult to resolve.

Zheng Lang suddenly smiled and said, "How is it? Are you afraid? What kind of secret is inside? If you can share it with me, perhaps I can help you solve today's problem!"

"Secret?" Zhou Wen was a little puzzled.

Zheng Lang's eyes turned cold, and he said faintly, "Why are you still pretending to be me? If it wasn't for the fortuitous encounter, how could you have such a huge breakthrough within a day? Do you think I am a fool?"

Zhou Wen's expression became strange, and he said frankly, "That's right, I did obtain a fortuitous encounter."

"It's good that you admit it!" Zheng Lang's eyes were burning with desire.

"However, this fortuitous encounter is not something I can control. If you can get his approval, you will naturally get this fortuitous encounter as well. But now, it seems that this matter is impossible!"

Zhou Wen said with an indescribable meaning.

Zheng Lang raised his eyelids and said in a deep voice, "I don't believe you. Don't use these things to brush me off. If you don't want to share them with me, then you can settle the rest of the matters by yourself."

Zhou Wen smiled without saying a word. He didn't even show any signs of worry.

While they were talking, the policemen had already arrived. They were getting closer and closer to White Crane Martial School.

Young Master Yang heard the siren and was overjoyed. He shouted, "It must be Uncle Yang. You are dead. You are definitely dead. He will not let you go. Just you wait!"

Zhang Hu's heart sank, and his face revealed a crazy expression. Then, he suddenly put Young Master Yang down. Just when Young Master Yang thought that Zhang Hu was afraid, he saw Zhang Hu raising both of his hands and slapping him!

Young Master Yang's heart was in his throat. Soon, he felt the heart-wrenching pain!

His face had been swollen by Zhang Hu. The feeling of Zhang Hu hitting his swollen wound with all his strength was not something an ordinary person could enjoy!

"Ah..."

A heart-wrenching scream rang out, directly alarming the police in the distance!

Hearing the sound from this side, the police instantly sped up, and then rushed over one by one.

Zhou Wen was directly ignored. One by one, the police came in and saw the scene in front of them, and then immediately pulled out their guns!

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