63 What Are You Going To Do About It? (1/2)
Xiangyu was very angry, but he understood the bigger picture, so she clenched her small fists and walked to the back of the room.
Chen understood Xiangyu's feelings very well. In fact, he already hated Wenfeng since the beginning – it would be a waste if he does not finish this today!
”Douchebag! How dare you act mighty in front of me? You are dead meat today!”
Wenfeng was not even the slightest bit aware of the impending danger. He turned back and yelled at his followers, ”Wong Xiaoren! The school is your turf. Your future association with me will depend on your performance today!”
The fatty named Wong Xiaoren stepped forward and said confidently, ”Master Feng, rest assured, that today I will let this douchebag know that offending Master Feng is a stupid idea!”
”My brothers! Let's beat him up!”
Wong waved his big hand once, and five tall and strong men charged towards Chen.
In school, they were notorious troublemakers, always following Wong, causing ruckuses.
The ordinary students were all afraid of them.
But in Chen's eyes, they were just a group of weak chickens.
The five of them raised their fists and charged towards Chen, but none of them ever made contact.
”Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak!”
Five crisp sounds were produced. Chen had only used one hand to sweep them to the ground, like the autumn wind sweeping at leaves.
The five unfortunate goons writhed about on the ground, clutching their faces, howling in pain. None of them could get up.
”Mm, the sensation of smacking these five faces is actually pretty good. Smacking your chubby face should feel even better eh?” Chen laughed mischievously as he strode towards Wong.
Wong's Adam's apple trembled. He had never imagined that Chen would be so capable. He cried out in alarm, ”You… Don't you come near! I'm telling you! My father is the Vice Principle Wong! If you hit me…”
”Smack”
Chen did not wait for him to finish and hit him hard across the face. The fatty fell to the ground.
”The boss has already struck you. So, what are you going to do about it?” Chen narrowed his eyes and gave a sinister smile.
”I…”
Wong cradled his face and stared stupidly at Chen.
As the son of the Vice Principal, he was used to getting his way – his crimes were often overlooked.
He had not thought that, even after announcing his father's name, Chen would still dare to hit him – he had absolutely no regard for the Vice Principle.
Wong was very disturbed by this, but he was no idiot. He knew that he could not beat Chen, so he would rather cover his face and play dead.
Chen could not be bothered to finish him off. He walked further up and grabbed hold of Wenfeng's hair. He said coldly, ”There's a palm print on the left side of your face, let me help add another one on the right – give you some symmetrical beauty!”
”No! No…” Wenfeng's body trembled.
”So, I should not hit you, just because you said so? That would cause me lose face, wouldn't it?” Chen raised his brows and swung a backhand at Wenfeng's big mouth.
”Smack!”
Along with the explosive sound, Wengfeng swiveled three times like a spinning top and then fell stiffly to the ground, unconscious.
”Boss Chen! What a great blow! Very powerful! Very macho!”
Watching the scene that had unfolded before him, Xiangyu was elated. A smile finally appeared on her previously livid face.
She rejoiced, dancing and doing a fist pump. Her charming petite face was flushed with excitement, and her perky breasts bobbed up and down, again and again.
The surrounding men gave their 'ooohs' and 'aaaahs' in feverish excitement, their eyes popping out of their heads.
”Who is that bastard? How very arrogant! He had the balls to hit the Vice Principle's son!”
”Who cares about the Vice Principle? Wenfeng's father is the real deal!”
”Hmph! Those second generation rich bastards only know how to pick fights and bully others. They deserved to be beaten up!”
”That's right! That Bro Bei guy has balls! I admire him!”
”You're right! Only macho men like him would be worthy of being with our goddess!”