Huang Xiaojun suffered several setbacks from Leng Xuan, and his pride was already hanging by a thread. What infuriated him even more was that the girl he had been courting for two years was snatched up by this bumpkin who had barely been at the school for a few days. How could he swallow such humiliation?
Although Huang Xiaojun was sowhat afraid of Leng Xuan’s prowess, the thought crossed his mind: if he could turn Leng Xuan into a cripple, how could that kid take revenge on him?
However, he also considered the possibility: what if Leng Xuan didn’t get crippled? He knew that the boy could be quite terrifying when crossed.
Since going ho from school on Friday, Huang Xiaojun had stayed indoors, a fact that his parents found astonishing. They thought their son was diligently reviewing his lessons behind closed doors, not realizing he was actually wracking his brains, hoping to concoct a foolproof plan to cripple Leng Xuan without implicating himself.
It was now Sunday night, and Huang Xiaojun bit his lip in hatred, sneering, "So you think you’re all that, protecting Zhou Li and her brother? Hmph, Laozi will play this ga with you slowly." He then dialed a number.
From the other end of the phone, a slightly impatient voice ca through, "What’s up?"
"Brother Hu, it’s , Huang Xiaojun." Although Huang Xiaojun ca from a good family, he still didn’t dare to act arrogantly in front of Lei Hu.
With an "Oh," Lei Hu had taken note of Huang Xiaojun’s background, which is why he had recruited him as a subordinate. Hearing that it was Huang Xiaojun, he beca much more polite, saying, "Xiaojun, just tell what you need."
"Surething, Brother Hu. It’s like this..." Huang Xiaojun then related the story of being bullied by a newcor at school, making sure to exaggerate and add, "That kid even told , ’Even if Brother Hu himself ca over, he wouldn’t be able to save if I dared to ss with Zhou Li again,’ as if he were looking down on the Boss. What’s even more infuriating is that he said Brother Hu’s na sounded bad, suggesting it should be ’Sick... Sick Cat.’ Ahem, Brother Hu, that’s not what I said, that hillbilly said it. Damn it, I was willing to take so humiliation, but to have the gall to say that about the Boss, I was livid, so I thought about teaching the kid a lesson. But I didn’t expect the brat to be sowhat tough; even Yellow Hair and the others put together couldn’t beat him. Boss, we can’t let this go just like that."
"Damn!" Lei Hu couldn’t help cursing under his breath. He knew exactly what type of person Huang Xiaojun was—soone who wanted others to fight his battles when he couldn’t win himself. Such events weren’t unprecedented, but Lei Hu sotis needed Huang Xiaojun, too. Therefore, without the inclination to quarrel over minor matters, he was also slightly annoyed at the student who dared to call him "Sick Cat." Before he had made a na for himself, many had used that nickna to mock him. Of course, no one dared to say it now, and the few who did speak of him in that way behind his back suffered greatly if he found out!
"Alright!" Lei Hu imdiately gave Huang Xiaojun face, speaking gruffly, "I’ll have Ah-Fei bring so guys over tomorrow. However you want to deal with that kid, just discuss it with Ah-Fei, no need to ask . If that’s all, we’re done here."
"Understood, I won’t keep you busy any longer, Brother Hu. Bye!"
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