Capítulo 1790: Chapter 1991: Not Giving a Single Ounce of Respect!!!
The person claiming to be Zhang looked like a student, yet more mature than an ordinary student, gazing confidently at Hao Jian. Behind him were only three people, but each was extrely tall, with muscular fras, standing there with an overwhelming presence.
Although there were only three of them, their intimidation far surpassed Zhang Xiong’s group of seven or eight, making it seem like his entire being was more imposing than Zhang Xiong. As soon as he appeared, Zhang Xiong’s followers imdiately had a drastic change in their expressions and lowered their heads.
The mont Zhang Xiong saw him, he grasped at him like a lifesaver, struggling as he shouted, “Brother Hao, help !”
Brother Hao was Zhang, whose surna was Zhang, and given na Hao, Zhang Hao. Hearing this, Zhang Hao rely smiled and glanced at him before turning his gaze toward Hao Jian.
In his eyes, Hao Jian’s prowess far exceeded his expectations, sparking imnse interest. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have co down from the second floor just to be here. While helping Zhang Xiong, this useless person, he also aid to seize the opportunity to associate with Hao Jian.
Soone who could effortlessly deal with so many individuals was certainly not ordinary, so he strongly desired to recruit Hao Jian into his fold. With Hao Jian and the three behind him, his power would certainly grow significantly.
However, upon saying this, Hao Jian showed no inclination to even glance at him, looking disdainfully as he held onto Zhang Xiong and looked at him calmly.
Several seconds had passed since he finished speaking, yet Hao Jian still showed no intention of acknowledging him, giving him absolutely no face. Nonetheless, his expression showed no anger, though internally, he was quite displeased.
What Hao Jian didn’t realize was that though he hadn’t looked at Zhang Hao, Liang Xiaohan’s expression changed the instant she saw Zhang Hao appear. He didn’t know who Zhang Hao was, and even if he did, he wouldn’t pay much heed, but Liang Xiaohan was different; she was a student at Degao Affiliated School.
At Degao Affiliated School, students were generally aware of who the top people in the school were, including Zhang Hao.
Currently at Degao Affiliated School, the top three individuals included one from the second year, and the other two were third-year students. One, owing to being in the third year and focusing on studies, has stepped back from matters like this, though his reputation and influence remain, having rely retired from prominence.
The other one was Zhang Hao, whose reputation at Degao Affiliated School was legendary, recognized by both teachers and students alike. His rise to being the boss at school was a storied affair; extrely cunning and ruthless, he had once hospitalized a second-year boss when he was a first-year, taking a year or two for recovery.
Seemingly from a wealthy background, the incident was severe, yet just required so money to settle, and soon the matter was hushed; the school didn’t impose any severe penalty, and shortly thereafter the student’s parents voluntarily processed his withdrawal from school.
Though he was at fault, the beaten student was the one to leave, demonstrating the strength behind Zhang Hao’s influence, keeping him afloat at such a level within the school.
His most terrifying aspect isn’t rely his status at school, where no one dares provoke him; even the other third-year top leader, though equally strong, would think twice before challenging him, making him an untouchable presence at school.
More terrifying, his influence extends beyond the school; in society, he has gathered a considerable number of street thugs, handling unresolved school matters externally, his fearso reputation needs no elaboration.
Therefore, when Liang Xiaohan saw him appear, her expression reflected surprise, comprehending the situation fully. The matter was clearly not just about Zhang Xiong; if it were only about Zhang Xiong, she could handle it effortlessly.
It seed today’s bold move by Zhang Xiong against her was backed by Zhang Hao, or perhaps scarier, orchestrated by Zhang Hao himself.
Though Liang Xiaohan had a good standing at Degao Affiliated School, nearly becoming queen bee, comparing her influence with Zhang Hao’s, she’s perceived as unable to contest directly, likely defeated by Zhang Hao’s unyielding thods.
Hence, when Zhang Hao appeared, her expression instantly changed, not only hers, but Zhao Xiangwu and Awu’s too reacted similarly; those in the crowd, mostly aware of Zhang Hao’s reputation and harshness, had faces of shock.
Regardless, Hao Jian still gave Zhang Hao no face, paying him no heed.
Taking a pause, without glancing at Zhang Hao, he arrogantly questioned, “How much is your face worth? Should I sell your face?”
He spoke lightly, unaware of the expressions shifting among the onlookers; words like shock and surprise couldn’t sum up their exaggerated expressions.
Instantly, Liang Xiaohan hurried over, grasping his hand; initially intending to dissuade Hao Jian, but before she spoke, Hao Jian seed to predict her words, promptly reaching out to cover her mouth, pressing fingers on her lips.
An ordinarily intimate gesture appeared devoid of intimacy now; holding Liang Xiaohan’s mouth, he signaled silence, as Liang Xiaohan still wanted to speak but upon eting his gaze, succumbed, complete trust replacing words.
Imdiately, everyone stared at him solemnly, including Awu and Zhao Xiangwu, tense and watching.
Yet he remained composed, oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
Who Zhang Hao was, not rely commanding influence at school, but also a prominent figure outside, where local thugs and gang bosses wouldn’t dare disrespect him. His stature practically ensured unchallenged authority in the region.s╗
To such a figure, soone dared show complete disregard, openly defying him in front of so many, and with such disdain. The atmosphere erupted, a crowd began berating Hao Jian.
Criticizing Hao Jian as ungrateful and reckless; beating a few ans little, if Brother Hao chose to retaliate, there were countless ways to make him regret it. Yet, Hao Jian remained calm.
Monts of displeasure flickered across Zhang Hao’s face; this was the first in a long ti soone dared not give him respect in such public circumstances—the last one to do so spent life in a wheelchair. Briefly angry, his expression quickly normalized, appearing indifferent.
Beneath indifference hid a nacing deanor; his gaze briefly directed to a nearby person, signaling with his eyes. The muscular thug beside him cracked his knuckles, walking nacingly toward Hao Jian.
Simultaneously, the crowd exhibited expressions of anticipation and certainty of Hao Jian’s fate, sympathizing with him.
The muscular man approached Hao Jian deliberately, gaining montum with each step, suddenly charging at him.
Liang Xiaohan didn’t have the chance to alert Hao Jian, exhibiting a worried expression, as the thug charged.
These three thugs aiding Zhang Hao weren’t students but specifically hired professional muscle, seemingly young but ruthless, never blinking on a beatdown.
As the thug charged at Hao Jian, every witness anticipated the inevitable outco; despite Hao Jian’s reputed skill, facing such a foe predicted defeat.
However, Hao Jian, still gripping Zhang Xiong, didn’t bother to acknowledge the thug, gaze unwavering, unchanged.
The thug charged with force capable of flinging grown n, aiming at Hao Jian’s full speed.
At that mont nearing Hao Jian, he swiftly picked up a stool nearby.
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