Courting death!

Truly courting death!

He Mingtong now felt cold sweat breaking out all over his body, an unparalleled sense of fear welling up in his heart. He looked at Ren Da, wishing he could strangle him on the spot!

How infuriating! The foremost member of the He Family's Legitimate Line, the future Family Head, the young master He Yiming, is right here! And Ren Da actually dares to say he wants to deal with Qin Heng?! To deal with that great figure whom everyone from the He Family's Legitimate Line went to the high-speed rail station to kneel and welcome?!

"Shut up!!" He Mingtong bellowed, looking at Ren Da. "What nonsense are you spouting? Shut up immediately! The Eldest Young Master is here; what right do you have to cause such a racket! Get out of here now!"

"Brother Mingtong, what's gotten into you?" Ren Da appeared completely baffled, his gaze filled with confusion as he looked toward He Mingtong. "Didn't you hear what I just said? Your fiancée's brother, Wu Cheng! He's been murdered!"

In his view, upon learning of this, He Mingtong should have been instantly enraged and eager for revenge. So what's going on now? Why does it seem like He Mingtong doesn't want to deal with this? That's impossible! Wu Cheng is his fiancée's actual brother, practically family. Now that Wu Cheng has been killed, there's no way He Mingtong could remain indifferent!

"Alright, alright, I've got it. Can you please leave for now?" He Mingtong's legs were already weak with fright. He Yiming's sudden visit and his mention of last night's events at Jiuchong Pavilion already suggested he might be seeking retribution, causing He Mingtong to shudder in fear and anxiety.

Now, with Ren Da bursting in, rambling on, and even suggesting that I should help deal with Qin Heng, this is really putting my life on the line! I don't care about Qin Heng's identity. What matters is He Yiming's extreme respect for this Qin Heng. He Yiming only dares to call him Mr. Qin, lacking the courage to even use his full name! Ren Da, in front of He Yiming, talking about seeking revenge, about killing Qin Heng—it's downright suicidal!

"Brother Mingtong, what do you mean by this?" Ren Da was starting to get angry too. He didn't understand the current situation and thought He Mingtong was looking down on him and didn't want to get involved.

"If you have something to say, step outside first; we can talk about it later. The Eldest Young Master is here; don't come and disturb us." He Mingtong waved his hands urgently, fearing that Ren Da would say a few more life-threatening words, which would spell his doom.

"Why should I go out?" He Yiming suddenly spoke up, looking at Ren Da with a smile. "If there's something to say, let's hear it, shall we?"

"You are...?" Ren Da was overjoyed upon hearing this and looked at He Yiming.

Although he didn't recognize He Yiming, from He Mingtong's expression and demeanor, he could guess that the young man sitting at He Mingtong's desk was definitely someone important.

"This is our He Family's Eldest Young Master, He Yiming." He Mingtong hastily interjected, "Ren Da, you are not qualified enough to speak with the Eldest Young Master. Please leave now."

"Mingtong, why are you so nervous?" He Yiming's eyes narrowed slightly as he chuckled. "Don't let him leave. Let him speak. Make it clear; what exactly happened?"

"So you are the esteemed Eldest Young Master He! I've heard so much about you! Hahaha!" Ren Da burst out laughing, greatly pleased. He had not expected to run into the He Family's future heir just like this; it made things much easier.

Originally, Ren Da had planned to use He Mingtong. He wanted Qin Heng to offend the entire He Family, which would ultimately provoke a conflict between the He Family and the Daqin Group. Then, he could benefit from their strife.

Now, there was no need for such complications. He could just connect with He Yiming directly; there was no longer any need for further maneuvering. He just needed to explain the situation clearly to He Yiming.

"Qin Heng! You destroyed my Jiuchong Pavilion! Ruined my career! I will see to it that you die a horrible death!" With hatred flickering in his eyes, Ren Da gritted his teeth and spoke softly to He Yiming, "Eldest Young Master He, the situation is like this..."

Ren Da recounted the events at Jiuchong Pavilion, with slight alterations, shifting much of the blame onto Qin Heng, while portraying himself as the absolute, innocent victim.

From beginning to end, according to Ren Da, it was Qin Heng causing trouble, picking fights, and initiating the attack. This was the scene Ren Da painted.

Additionally, he embellished, "I remember telling that Qin Heng that Wu Cheng's brother-in-law is from the He Family, but he said that the He Family was nothing but ants, trash, utterly unworthy of being compared to him! That youngster Qin Heng is insulting the He Family; he is looking down on the He Family! Eldest Young Master He, this isn't just about getting justice for Wu Cheng; it's also about punishing those who openly insult the He Family! That Qin Heng really has some nerve, saying the He Family is nothing but ants, trash! Eldest Young Master He, isn't it laughable? Did he not look in the mirror to see what he himself amounts to? Hahaha!"

"It's not laughable." He Yiming's expression suddenly shifted from its earlier gentleness to indifference. Looking at Ren Da, he said, "The assessment Mr. Qin made is actually true. Not a bit wrong. We of the He Family, in front of that Mr. Qin, really are like ants. If he wished, he could snuff us out with a simple flick of his hand!"

"...This!?" Ren Da suddenly felt as if a feather was stuck in his throat. He stared with his mouth agape, his face a mask of disbelief. "Eldest Young Master, are you serious?" he stammered.

SLAP!

He Mingtong slapped Ren Da across the face, his teeth clenched as he said, "Do you even know Mr. Qin's status? How dare you slander him like this? Do you have a death wish?"

"You dare hit me!?" Ren Da abruptly stood up, glaring at He Mingtong. "I came here to tell you your fiancée's brother has been killed! I came for you to take revenge! And you hit me!"

"How would I not dare to hit you! You even want the Eldest Young Master to go against Mr. Qin! What are you plotting!" He Mingtong roared. He knew a few things about Qin Heng.

Even if the entire He Family's power was doubled, they would probably still be slapped to death by that Mr. Qin!

"Everybody shut up!" He Yiming waved his hand and said indifferently, "Mingtong, take this guy away and handle him. I don't want to see this person, who might affect the He Family's relationship with Mr. Qin, ever again."

The terror that was Qin Heng—he never wanted to experience it again. Now, the best method was to eliminate Ren Da.

Ren Da, who had all his plans meticulously laid out, was completely baffled and now utterly panicked.

He looked at He Yiming incredulously, completely shocked by this outcome. He kept shouting, "No, no, no! Eldest Young Master, spare my life! Spare me!!"

"Take him away!" He Yiming said with an icy tone. Then, he spoke to He Mingtong, "You personally lead people to Beijing University, present a generous gift, and apologize to Mr. Qin."

"Yes," He Mingtong said respectfully.

「 」

The sun blazed high in the sky, and the temperature was extreme.

On the drill ground of Beijing University, military training was underway. It had started on the second day of school and would last for one month.

The first week involved training simple tasks on campus. From the second week onward, they would go to a real military camp in the wilderness. There, they would undergo militarized management and truly experience the life of a soldier.

Tang Feng, one of the military training instructors, was now unabashedly berating this group of privileged youths.

"Attention! Arms straight, feet firm! Are you all deaf? Move again, and believe me, I'll come over and kick you!" Tang Feng stood tall and arrogant, shouting at the history department freshmen he was leading.

Coming from the military, he naturally looked down on these students who only knew how to study. So what if they made it to Beijing University? Wouldn't they still collapse from a single punch? All useless!

The history department freshmen suffered under Tang Feng's torment. They couldn't say much in their defense because Tang Feng really would get physical, and he hit hard.

If it's like this during campus military training, going to the field camp next will be hellish! Many students felt a bitter dread inside. Encountering such an instructor is truly rotten luck!

As Tang Feng was looking for faults everywhere, a male student in casual clothes approached from a distance. He looked relaxed; even in the scorching summer, he wasn't sweating at all and seemed very comfortable.

It was none other than Qin Heng.

Military training was naturally optional for him. He didn't need to attend, and nobody dared to force him. After all, even the president of Beijing University was merely a dog to Qin Heng.

Still, Qin Heng decided to come and have a look, so he walked over.

"Stop right there!" Tang Feng saw Qin Heng's relaxed demeanor and immediately flew into a rage, shouting loudly, "New student over there, I don't care what major or year you're in! Entering the military training area without wearing a uniform is a serious breach of discipline! Immediately go run thirty laps around the field!!"