Chapter Fifteen: The Young Beggar

  "Goodbye!"

  Zhao Heng slightly enjoyed the beautiful woman's hug, then broke away, and a forced smile flashed across his face. He bowed slightly and turned to leave, as if afraid that the girl would suddenly become infatuated with him. He was clear about his own status and position, and his top priority was thinking about how to face this cruel reality society in the future.

  The idea of trying to be young for twenty more years is purely a waste of energy.

  "A rather unique man..."

  Du Ziyuan's smile was as faint as the northern mist, and her beauty was dazzling like a lotus flower emerging from the water. As she got into the car, Ding Lingling walked out of the sedan chair and gave Du Ziyuan a strange smile: "Ziyuan, you and Zhong Shu wait for me for a moment, I think I misunderstood Zhao Heng on the train, now I'm going to go over and apologize to him."

  Du Ziyuan's face lit up with relief: "Good, Lingling is really good!"

  Ding Ling quickly caught up with Zhao Heng, who had walked out more than ten meters. She then took two quick steps to stand in front of him. With a smile still on her face, she bowed to Zhao Heng and said in a cold tone, "Zhao Heng, I don't care if you're a new student at Huahai or not. All I'm telling you is to stop bothering Ziyan. She's not someone you can associate with."

  "Stay away from her from now on, otherwise I won't be polite to you."

  Ding Lingling softly rebuked: "Didn't you hear what I said?"

  Zhao Heng gave her a cold glance, and Ding Lingling suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, the kind of chill that made every hair on her head stand up, like a frog being stared at by a venomous snake, teetering on the edge of extreme danger. As she involuntarily took two steps back, she heard Zhao Heng's detached voice toss out two words:

  "Get out."

  Ding Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously moved away from the blocking position. It wasn't until Zhao Heng walked several meters away from her that she came to her senses from the daze and fear. The cowardice earlier turned into endless anger, and she shouted at Zhao Heng's back: "Bastard, if you dare to stay in Huahai, I'll make sure you're dead."

  Zhao Heng didn't even bother with her, Ding Lingling's fists clenched slightly:

  Damn it!

  After parting with Du Ziyuan, Zhao Heng followed the instructions on the notice and made his way to the reception office of Huahai University. In order to welcome new students, Huahai University has set up special pick-up points at the airport, train station, and bus station, making it convenient for out-of-town freshmen to arrive at school smoothly and avoid being taken advantage of by unscrupulous drivers.

  Just as Zhao Heng found the pick-up point, the shuttle bus was full, and Zhao Heng could only wait for the next one. It would take about an hour, so Zhao Heng chatted with the teacher at the reception point for a few sentences and sat there. Then he found that there was also a fat man waiting beside him, weighing absolutely over 80 kilograms.

  Similar students dress up, only with legs placed at the foot of the bed, bowing their heads and muttering to themselves, those who don't know might think he's a praying disciple.

  The plastic chair was pitiful under his massive weight.

  "Elder brother said in a low voice: 'Younger brother, be careful, this is the last one.'"

  "Come on, have some water, the bus still has a while."

  Zhao Heng only then discovered that next to him were two broken plastic stools, obviously damaged by the fat kid.

  Fatso didn't even lift his head, his fingers calculating on one hand and responding with the other: "Brother, rest assured, I have a sense of proportion, this chair will absolutely not break again. It can now just bear my weight, with about 200 grams of space left over, so don't give me mineral water... or else the chair will collapse."

  The senior brother looked at the fat man's body and the slightly deformed plastic chair, although he was a bit worried that it would burst into three pieces, but he didn't take the fat man's words seriously. This kid was just bragging, still having 200 grams of space left. He directly poured the water into the fat man's arms: "Don't mind this little thing..."

  "Bang!"

  The words had barely fallen when the plastic stool snapped loudly, two deformed pillars shattered to pieces. The fat man seemed to be very experienced, and at the moment the stool made a sound, he jumped up quickly, his speed was so fast that Zhao Heng was stunned, but the fat man didn't even look at the collapsed stool, continuing to squat on the ground muttering to himself.

  He didn't even apologize and directly put the mineral water on the ground.

  It's really 200 grams...

  The receptionist's face was filled with distress as he dealt with this chubby guy, feeling extremely helpless.

  Zhao Heng didn't pay much attention to the chubby kid who was lost in thought, and instead wandered around to kill time. Suddenly, he felt a gaze fixed on him, Zhao Heng shifted his feet and turned around to scan the surroundings, but couldn't pinpoint the target in the sea of people. It wasn't until he felt a sense of unease that he realized someone was staring at him from behind again.

  Zhao Heng did not turn his head this time, but instead raised his hand and reflected a mirror image.

  Although the other party withdrew their gaze quickly enough, Zhao Heng still caught the source of the glance. He turned around and scanned the surroundings of the train station, then his eyes fell on a narrow alleyway next to the train car. His eyes lit up slightly as he stared at someone - a young beggar who was basking in the sun, seemingly carefree.

  Zhao Heng almost didn't think and strode over with big steps.

  "Good sir, may all go well with you!"

  The young beggar picked up the scattered plate of nearly a hundred yuan, and trembled towards Zhao Heng, shouting. Although this kid looks too clean to be a rich man, but even a mosquito is meat after all, so the young beggar has very professional ethics, picking up the plate with a pitiful look like someone who hasn't eaten for three days.

  "Beggar? Hmph!"

  Zhao Heng stared at the plate, let out a cold laugh, and then grabbed the banknotes from the plate while the young beggar was stunned. Before he could react, Zhao Heng turned around and walked away with the money. The young beggar was shocked and clearly hadn't expected Zhao Heng to be so domineering, daring to rob him in broad daylight. He shouted: "Thief!"

  He swiftly sprang up, and the next second, Zhao Heng felt a gust of evil wind approaching from behind. Turning his head around, he saw the young beggar shrinking into an inch, shooting towards his back like an arrow, with one hand transforming into claws to grab at his neck. Zhao Heng was unable to dodge in time, so he steadied his feet and punched out with his right fist.

  The beggar's heart is hard as steel, his eyes narrowed into a fist, ready to collide with Zhao Heng.

  Two hands collided without hesitation and then withdrew like lightning.

  The young beggar's left foot was still on the green brick behind him, and his arm felt slightly sore. Zhao Heng didn't move a muscle, but a hint of praise flashed in his eyes. Although he hadn't used his full strength earlier and hadn't even activated his Dan Tian, the fact that the other person could withstand it was already impressive, and at the same time, he judged that this person was absolutely not an ordinary beggar.

  The beggar's face also flashed a hint of surprise, and after slightly furrowing his brow, he threw another punch as swift as thunder, bombarding Zhao Heng's chest. There was no profound mystery or fancy moves, just a simple inch punch, with a straightforward meaning: come at me again, hard on hard. Zhao Heng still didn't dodge or evade, taking a step back and raising his right fist to meet the attack.

  A dull thud exploded in the air as their fists touched and parted.

  The young beggar's fist withdrew and opened into a palm, his fingers naturally shaking off the remaining force. Zhao Heng took a deep breath, his fist slightly red but standing still. Two moves, all quick and detached, no deadlocks, no entanglements, hard collisions without any fancy techniques to speak of, the outcome was self-evident.

  The beggar got the worst of it and fell behind.

  "You're no ordinary beggar."

  Zhao Heng gently blew on his fist, glanced at the young beggar and said: "Speak up, why are you staring at me? If I'm satisfied, I'll give you a way out." Zhao Heng casually threw out a few words, although they sounded insincere and without guarantee, but his tone conveyed an attitude that made it impossible to question.

  "Nice to meet you, can't I take a closer look?"

  The beggar's sharp edges dissipated like a cold wind blowing across the land, and he smiled leisurely as he twisted his neck: "My name is Jiang Changlong. I collect some reward money around here. This brother, I found that you are a martial artist in the vast crowd, so I was curious to take a few more glances. I didn't expect to be discovered by you, and I really didn't have any malicious intentions."

  The beggar spread his hands: "We don't know each other, why are you staring at me?"

  These words made sense, Zhao Heng dispersed two points of his guard, then threw the tens of yuan in cash back to Jiang Changlong, and afterwards didn't respond before turning around and leaving. He didn't necessarily think the world was filthy, but he also wouldn't think everyone was good, so he didn't accept Jiang Changlong's inexplicable friendship.

  Besides, Jiang Changlong is not necessarily a beggar.

  "Don't stare at me anymore, or I'll make you disappear."

  As Zhao Heng walked back to the reception point of Huahai University with his backpack, Jiang Changlong's smile on his face receded like the tide, revealing a hint of solemnity and confusion. He muttered to himself: "This kid is indeed not simple, not only did he get along well with Du Jiaqian, but his cultivation is also so overbearing, interesting."

  He quickly calmed down and frowned at Zhao Heng's back.

  Zhou Heng got on the luxurious bus of Huahai University, still thinking about Jiang Changlong's every move. Apart from secretly admiring his skills, he was also puzzled by Jiang's gaze at him. Zhou Heng wouldn't believe Jiang's nonsense about appreciating his skills, but he couldn't figure out what Jiang meant by staring at him in secret.

  It was his first time in Huahai, and the number of people he knew didn't even add up to ten, including Feihu's gang. Zhao Heng had thought that Jiang Changlong was Feihu's accomplice, but Jiang Changlong used the army's long fist, with a killing power that far surpassed Feihu and his men by several streets, they were on different levels altogether

  Moreover, Jiang Changlong has a strong sense of justice and would never be Flying Tiger's man.

  In the empty space of Zhao Heng's thoughts, the overseas students who were full of enthusiasm started talking heatedly. Although they had never met before, it didn't hinder them from exchanging their curiosity and excitement. After all, entering university from high school was a turning point in life, and the people on the same bus might become friends, so everyone chatted enthusiastically.

  "Brother, where are you from?"

  A peer of Zhao Heng's, half a head shorter than him, approached. He was truly enormous in build, so fat that his neck was almost invisible, and his body was like a boneless mountain of flesh, at least twice as thick as his own. His head resembled an inverted teapot, with only his eyes radiating a sharp cleverness beneath a guise of foolishness.

  Zhao Heng recognized that this person was actually the fat guy from the reception point.