CHAPTER 70: CHAPTER 63 SITTING

Xue Chengsong looked at the three of them and said, "It’s very hard for the three of you to make significant improvements in the near future. Zhou Leng, before the joint exam, make sure you take over 10 Replenishing Essence Pills. Otherwise, you won’t be able to compete with your opponents."

"In the top 30 of the overall ranking of the eighteen schools, every one of them has likely taken 100 Replenishing Essence Pills. Many should have already taken Strengthening Body Pills, and you can’t compare to their physical strength."

"If your physical strength isn’t enough, others hit you, and your flesh will be torn, bones broken. You hit others, and they won’t be affected."

"This month, while you’re getting stronger, those people will undoubtedly make a last-minute sprint for the joint exam, and their strength will surge."

Zhou Leng nodded.

He had only taken four pills. In such a short time, where could he get six more Replenishing Essence Pills?

That’s six hundred thousand, and the key is that they can’t even be bought now.

The five were chatting when Zhou Leng’s Demonized Watch vibrated. Seeing it was Hu Yi, he signaled to the others and went outside to answer the call.

"Hello, Hu Yi?"

"It’s me. Zhou Leng, are you busy right now?"

"What’s up? I’m not busy."

"I’m... I ran into Jiang Yan at the nightclub. The way he looked at me didn’t seem right. I’m in the bathroom now and don’t dare to come out; they’re with a big group. I’m afraid if I go out, they’ll make a move. Can you... help me?"

Zhou Leng asked, "Which nightclub? I’ll come over now."

"797, the one I’m working at."

"Stay inside; don’t come out. We’re coming to get you. I’ll hang up and head over now."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, he returned to the private room and said, "Sorry, my friend is cornered at a nightclub, and I need to help him. Feng Wenhao, come with me; it’s Hu Yi."

Feng Wenhao grabbed a bottle and walked out.

"Hmm? Count me in!" Cui Mingcong’s eyes shone as he swaggered forward.

"Let’s go." Cao Jiajia picked up her clothes and pushed the chair aside.

Xue Chengsong hesitated initially, but upon seeing the scene, said with a bitter smile, "Let’s all go. Which nightclub? I’ll ask some friends, see if they can stop them first."

"797."

"That one? It’s an old club; I know some buddies there. Let’s go, I’ll contact them from the car."

"I’ll call a few friends." Cui Mingcong said while walking, full of excitement, as he hadn’t been in a fight for a long time.

"I’ll call, too." Cao Jiajia said, picking up her phone.

Feng Wenhao looked at these two rabble-rousers, sending a message in the no-teacher big group of Class 01: "Zhou Leng and I are going to a nightclub to rescue a friend. Who’s near 797, come and show some support."

"Wait for me, I’ll be there soon!" Wei Hong was the first to respond.

"I’m nearby, I’ll take a look." Lu Juncai said.

Soon, three or four classmates responded, agreeing to meet at the 797 entrance.

Xue Chengsong saw everyone calling for backup and made a few calls to his friends.

The car stopped not far from 797, and the group walked to the small square in front of the entrance.

Groups of three or five people had gathered here.

These people were initially wary of each other, but when they saw Zhou Leng and Xue Chengsong, they all came over, calling their names.

Only then did they realize they were all on the same side.

Zhou Leng and Xue Chengsong led the way toward the entrance.

"Let’s go!" At over two meters tall, Cui Mingcong waved his arm like a battle flag leading the charge, adding even more momentum.

A salesperson in nightclub uniform came out, saw Xue Chengsong, and then looked at the formidable crowd, his expression changing slightly. "Young Master Xue, calm down, I’ll help you all communicate."

Xue Chengsong said, "We’ll try to hold back, but you guys better be prepared. Rest assured, we won’t let you take the fall."

The nightclub salesperson realized there was no stopping them.

The nightclub’s shareholders all knew his father, Xue Tongming, so he dared not let the security guards block them forcefully.

He reported to his superiors while leading Zhou Leng’s group toward the bathroom.

Just as Zhou Leng reached the bathroom door, he saw seven or eight people surrounding Hu Yi, with a drunken Jiang Yan pulling Hu Yi’s collar, trying to drag him outside.

"Where’s that bravado when you pointed at me and cursed in the workshop? Come on, have the guts to curse me now! Let’s go, step outside!"

Hu Yi was hunched over like a shrimp, his right cheek swollen, dodging with his head down.

With a leap, Zhou Leng charged forward. Before the others could react, he kicked Jiang Yan in the waist.

"Ouch..."

Jiang Yan folded like a chair, butt first, and was kicked into the bathroom door, rolling over and hitting his head on the urinal.

"Ah..." Jiang Yan cried out, clutching his head in agony.

Behind Zhou Leng, thirty to forty people, each wielding a bottle picked up from passing tables, rushed forward together.

The nightclub’s music was deafening, the dancers on stage still twisting their pale, white thighs, but every eye in the dance floor was looking toward the bathroom.

"Zhou Leng!" Tao Bing, who had just got rid of his wheelchair, still had blue hair, stood there dumbfounded.

Tu Rong, dressed in leather, also looked shocked. Normally, he would have thrown a punch long ago.

But he had seen Principal Lu hand Zhou Leng an award with his own eyes.

The two were still hesitating when the people around them, drunk, started swearing and hitting Zhou Leng.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Bang bang bang...

Thirty or forty bottles flew through the air, smashing onto them.

They cursed as they raised their arms to protect their vital parts.

Before Zhou Leng could throw a second kick, Cui Mingcong spread his arms, charged like an iron lock across the river, crashing into the bathroom with Hu Yi and the six standing around.

"Fight!" Cui Mingcong shouted.

Zhou Leng hurriedly rushed in, first grabbing Hu Yi and pulling him out.

Then, he couldn’t squeeze in any longer.

Thirty to forty people surged into the bathroom, punching and kicking Jiang Yan, Tao Bing, Tu Rong, and the other seven.

Although those seven had practiced martial arts, they realized the gap between both sides was too large, not daring to retaliate, using Qi Manipulation to cover their heads, bodies curling up.

The attackers initially infused their punches and kicks with True Qi, but seeing no resistance, switched to using No True Qi for their blows.

Some didn’t hold back, landing an occasional ruthless kick or two.

Even so, the seven were beaten all over.

Before long, the nightclub’s security hurried over, talking and persuading, managing to stop everyone and escort them all outside the club.

The music in the nightclub grew even more intense, and the crowd twisted even more wildly.

On the small square outside the 797 nightclub, Zhou Leng and the others surrounded the seven lying on the ground, including Jiang Yan.

Hu Yi, still in shock, secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Zhou Leng yanked up Jiang Yan, who kept his head down, arms hanging, covered in blood.

"Speak, what’s the meaning of this?" Zhou Leng asked.

Jiang Yan opened his mouth but said nothing.

Tao Bing, sitting on the ground, one hand supporting himself, the other holding his leg, said helplessly, "We didn’t know Hu Yi was so close to you. If we had known, we wouldn’t have made a move."

"Who asked you to talk to us while sitting?" Cui Mingcong said.

Tao Bing took a deep breath, sighed deeply, and said slowly, "I had my leg broken by Zhou Leng. Today I was celebrating getting discharged, and now it’s broken again."

The surrounding people turned to look at Zhou Leng, who seemed quite gentle, unexpected to be so violent.

Tu Rong slowly stood, clasped his hands toward Zhou Leng, and said, "In this matter, my brother was wrong, we apologize and admit defeat. My elder brother is Yan Fenggang of the Five Tigers of Shuizhou, Young Master Xue, your father has dealt with my elder brother before."

Tu Rong looked at Xue Chengsong.

Several people behind Xue Chengsong sneered; these people had some conflicts with Yan Fenggang’s Pioneer Company.

Xue Chengsong, seeing the other side bringing up his father’s rival, with friends on his side, couldn’t show weakness, said, "If you’re convinced, honor us with tea and apologize, then we’ll let this pass. If not, then we’ll hold a grudge."

Tu Rong’s expression changed slightly, "We didn’t do much to Hu Yi, and got beaten like this instead. Without twenty to thirty thousand yuan of medical fees, it won’t be resolved. We won’t ask for medical fees, and as for the tea, we’ll skip it."

Xue Chengsong looked at Zhou Leng, "Your call."