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  "Oh, right." Ye Zhan said to me: "Let me introduce you, this is Song An, from Dongji Village. He was also a notable figure in high school..."

  Yè Zhǎn hadn't finished speaking, when Sòng ān burst out laughing: "Alright Yè Zhǎn, in the past you'd call me 'ān Gē' as soon as you saw me, now you directly address me as Sòng ān? After following Wáng Hào, don't you know your own surname anymore?"

  Ye Zhan glanced at him and said, "Song An, let me tell you, if there was no sneak attack on Huozi tonight, I would still call you Brother An as before. But what happened tonight is too unrighteous, and you don't deserve to be called brother by me anymore."

  "After that, he continued to introduce me: 'Song An used to fight with a thug from the senior class when he was in sophomore year. He got beaten for over ten days until Su Xiaobai came out and helped him settle this matter.'"

  Song An's face turned red and white: "Ye Zhan, what's the point of bringing this up?! Is it interesting?!"

  "It's interesting." Ye Zhan chuckled: "I just want to introduce him to you, so that you have a general understanding of him."

  "Hmm." I said: "Then who instructed you to ambush me?"

  Song An sat up halfway, saying with a big smile: "Who can control me? I'm the one who doesn't like it when things aren't going my way. Is my hair even combed properly? And yet you're trying to be in charge? Come on, at least Ye Zhan has been around for many years, right? What are you counting as experience? Let me tell you, while things haven't blown up yet, hurry up and back off, otherwise...you'll have something coming your way later..."

  "Shut up!" Ye Zhan kicked him again, this time directly kicking his head. Song An covered his head and panted: "Alright, alright, Ye Zhan... I'm still helping you, and you're hitting me? You little brat's conscience has been eaten by a dog... just wait and see how I'll deal with you later..."

  It's too sharp, it must be carefully collected and stored away.

  Many third-year high school students gathered in the corridor watching, and no one came to mediate, it seems that Song An's relationships aren't great either.

  I shook my head, avoiding Song An, and made my way through the crowd. I saw Shi Dong standing at the entrance of their dormitory, looking over here. I walked up to him, lit a cigarette for myself, and handed one to him. "Dongzi," I said, "are you using your arm strength?"

  "Take it yourself if you want." Dongzi said with an indifferent attitude.

  I took out the dumbbell, and it felt heavy in my hand, with a great texture. This is 50kg level, very thick and black, with a metallic luster that makes people feel cool all over their body even in the hot summer.

  I walked back to my original position with the dumbbell in hand, standing in front of Song An. The entire corridor was silent, and anyone could guess what I was going to do.

  "What are you going to do?!" Song An looked at me in horror. How ridiculous, he clearly knew what I was going to do yet still asked...

  I held the dumbbell horizontally in mid-air, aiming at Song An's face, with a distance of about two meters between us.

  My face is still aching, and when Song An hit me with a stick, he didn't show any mercy at all.

  Since Zou Yang, Li Jie and Hong Li have been honest with me one after another, I know that this world still respects the strong. If you want to become a strong person, the most important thing is to be ruthless when necessary.

  It's time to get tough now.

  Many third-year high school students are watching this scene, and from now on, I want them to have only deep fear for me.

  The notorious name is getting more and more notorious as it spreads, with someone always helping to spread its evil deeds.

  Ukyo's rise to power took a whole year. And I, did it in less than two months. Although there is a lot of luck involved, and even more fake elements. But my starting point was already high, from now on, I will make this notorious name become real.

  No one has ever seen me stab Mai Zi with a knife, but this time many people will see me smash Song An's head with a dumbbell.

  I still remember the moment when Yuan Shao jumped down from the wall, the knife in his hand thrust into Mai Zi's abdomen with a swift and decisive motion, without any hesitation or uncertainty, all was elegant and majestic.

  The name of Hong Gun is not in vain.

  And I don't just want to be a white fan, I also want to be a red stick. I want to prove to everyone that I can be fierce.

  Especially when facing the enemy.

  I looked at Song An, the corridor lights shone on this student's face, and I could clearly see beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

  Doesn't the current me look very scary?

  It was the same me, but I was bullied for three years in junior high school. The me who didn't dare to make a sound when being bullied for three years is now beating up another third-year student in front of many other third-year students. Who would believe this transformation if I told them?

  "Who ordered the sneak attack on me?"

  Song An's mouth moved, but he didn't speak. I guess he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

  I swung my arm with force, and the thick black spring stick hit Song An's cheek heavily. A dull thud was heard, and Song An's entire body fell to the ground at an angle, letting out a pained wail as he covered his head, twisting in agony.

  At this moment, my heart skipped a beat, and I really wanted to throw away the dumbbell and go see how Song An was doing. But I knew I couldn't, there were still many people watching me, I couldn't let them see my weak side, I had to leave them with the "cold-blooded and ruthless" fierce image, the image of a newly promoted big shot who is even more venomous than an old dog!

  "Pull him up," I said coldly.

  Li Mu and Ou Jiahao were about to run over, I said: "Let Hu Jianmin and Dai Zude go."

  Let them come, and there will be my reason. Hu Jianmin and Dai Zude quickly walked over and pulled Song An up.

  Song An's arm was pulled away, so he couldn't cover his head anymore. I clearly saw that half of Song An's face was bruised, and the force just now was indeed not small. Song An's whole body was trembling, looking at me with fear.

  And the other three students who participated in the sneak attack on me also trembled with fear, only lowering their heads, lowering their heads, and lowering their heads!

  Suddenly I feel sorry for them...

  I gritted my teeth and told myself that I absolutely couldn't be soft-hearted! Since I've embarked on this path, I must learn to be ruthless and merciless!

  This time, I was much calmer than when I hit a brick on Hongli's head, and it can be considered a big step forward.

  The corridor was still very quiet, and I could even feel the fearful glances of those third-year students looking at me.

  I don't stand out in this crowd as being particularly tall or having a strong presence. But the moment I swing my black iron rod, an image of "ferocity" has already been fixed in those people's minds.

  "I've always been a person who repays kindness. I told Song An, 'If others treat me well, I'll treat them well; if others treat me badly, I'll do the same to them.' Tonight, he hit me twice, so I plan to return the favor and no one will be at a loss. However... " My tone suddenly dropped: "But if you reveal who is behind this, the second punch can be spared."

  After finishing speaking, I held the dumbbell horizontally again, aiming at Song An's cheek, only two or three meters away.

  My heart is trembling. That last time, not only did it scare others, but also scared myself. Although I repeatedly warned myself to be tougher, the natural reaction of my body couldn't fool me, and the sweat in my palms almost flowed down my wrists. I made a huge effort to keep my hands and feet from shaking.

  How many people are standing in the corridor? There must be forty or fifty of them. Every single one of their eyes is staring at me.

  From the first time I used a flower pot to hit Zou Yang and ended up crying myself, to now when I fight people my hands no longer shake. I know I'm slowly changing from the weak and incompetent Wang Hao of the past to the "attempting" cold-blooded and ruthless Wang Hao of today. At the very least, I need to hide my weak side and show everyone my cold-blooded side.

  I know, only in this way, others will not bully me.

  But I just don't want to be bullied by others, why is it so hard...

  "I'll count to three." I looked at Song An and said slowly: "If you don't speak after the third count, the second stick will be swung out."

  Actually, I don't know if I have the courage to swing the second stick now.

  If I count to three and Song An still doesn't reveal who's behind this, what should I do? Should I continue beating him up?

  The arm strength is great, swinging out once is much more terrifying than punching dozens of times. If you're not careful...

  I dare not think about it anymore, I'm afraid of becoming weak again.

  "I..." I drew out the sound for a long time.

  The corridor was silent and soundless, I even felt that they were holding their breath on purpose, as if afraid of startling the "temperamental" me.

  "Two..." I uttered the second sound.

  I swung the dumbbell in my hand, like hitting a baseball, and created some wind on Song An's cheek. Although I've never played baseball before, I think it should be this feeling. Song An's head is very big, much bigger than a baseball.

  I rubbed my arm against Song An's cheek, which must have been a painful ordeal for him.

  Song An's body continued to tremble, and his eyes flowed with a pleading gaze, as if hoping I would spare him.

  "It's really hard, huh." I smiled. My mind was a complete blank, and after I counted to "three", this arm strength bar would be swung out.

  What will be the consequences? I don't know. The first stick hit Song An's face and it was already bruised, the second stick might make half of his teeth fall out? I think that's very possible. Even more severe things are possible...

  Can't wait anymore.

  "Three!" I shouted loudly, swinging the arm strength stick in my hand fiercely towards Song An's cheek!

  "I said, I said!" Song An suddenly burst into tears, wailing loudly, and at the same time the floor under him became wet, a foul smell instantly spreading out.

  My arm stopped less than a centimeter from his cheek.

  Red stick...... it's really hard to do, in my opinion, it's much more difficult than white paper fan. White paper fan only needs to move the brain and I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. No need to hit Song An anymore, only I know how easy I am now.

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