Chapter 39: Open and Integrate

  Feeling the atmosphere of this scene, Zhang Xi Yu sat down beside Xing Luo, gazing at that slightly thin back, as if seeing the little boy from years ago, the one who always hid behind his own back and protected himself.

  Perhaps this is what they call brotherhood. Zhang Xi Yu thought to herself, she was also clearly moved by the atmosphere and it had touched her heart.

  Xing Luo looked at those twenty or so people, and suddenly a hint of fervor also surged up. It turned out that these people who didn't like to study had such a sincere and passionate heart. For something, they could also be reckless and stand out resolutely.

  Taking a deep breath, Xing Luo suppressed the emotions that had been stirred up and turned to look at Zhang Xi Yu with a faint smile: "You also saw it, I'm afraid I won't be able to get away this afternoon either. I'll send you back first and then come over."

  "It's okay." Zhang Xi Yu's voice was still light, but there was a hint of emotion in it that was hard to detect. Her clear eyes looked at Xing Luo, as if with a gentle smile, and she said softly, "I can go back by myself, if anything happens, I'll let you know."

  He nodded, and Xing Luo also stopped talking. After glancing at Zhang Xi Yu, he shifted his gaze to Li Zhen and the others, grinning: "We'll take down this flag together at Number One Middle School; whoever doesn't agree can just try to stop us."

  "We'll fight until he surrenders!"

  Xīng Luò's eyes suddenly surged with fervor, he now no longer considered himself the king of assassins. Now, he was a high school student at Jiang City First High School, a student in Class 3 of Grade One, and also the leader of those twenty-odd people!

  He wants to share good fortune with them!

  Misery loves company!

  Upon hearing this, Li Zhen and others suddenly responded in unison, their voices loud and clear. The fraternal bond between them was fully embodied in that single word!

  He smiled and Xing Luo took the lead to walk out, while Li Zhen and Wang Ze followed closely behind, with a determined look on their faces, following Xing Luo's back. Some students who saw this lineup couldn't help but be surprised, but soon they shook their heads and sighed. For some of the more studious students among them, people like that would only end up drifting through life when they grew up.

  However, they did not know that with such a group of enthusiastic and passionate brothers, this youth, they have gone through it, they do not regret it. Or maybe, who can predict the future? Just like Ge Feng, the son of the vice mayor, the grandson of the vice governor, he provoked Xing Luo without looking up to him, which made several generations of his family anxious, and even Ge Feng has not come to school until today.

  So, no one can predict what will happen in the future, and no one knows how someone else's future will be. If you are certain that others will spend their future in a life of hard labor, have you ever thought about your own future? Is it necessarily going to be a good life?

  Go ahead and waste your time, people like Li Zhen and Wang Ze nowadays, their youth is burning, their hot blood is burning.

  Everything is for...

  Brother!

  Xing Luo and his gang arrived at the small woods behind the school, where they saw a group of people lazily smoking while holding three-foot-long iron rods in their hands.

  Hong Dong was the first to react, seeing Xing Luo and the others arrive. With a flick of his left hand, the cigarette he was holding between his fingers was suddenly flung to the ground. Hong Dong then took a step forward, his face twisted in resentment as he glared at Xing Luo. The foot that had crushed the cigarette also rubbed it out with force, grinding it into the dirt.

  Hong Dong carried the iron rod in his hand, with a cold expression on his face, walking towards Xing Luo's location. Behind him, a group of people followed, also carrying deadly weapons.

  "Has it finally arrived? I thought you were so scared that you wouldn't dare to come out of your class." Hong Dong sneered at Xing Luo, his right hand gripping the iron rod tightly.

  "Damn it..." As soon as Fei Teng heard Hong Dong's words, he suddenly became furious and was about to rush forward to fight with Hong Dong, but was stopped by Xing Luo.

  "If you have something to say, then speak. I don't have much time. If you're just going to waste my time with nonsense, then I think I have nothing more to say." Xing Luo's hands hung slightly at his sides, his gaze calm and collected as he looked at the robust man in front of him. Although Hong Dong was half a head taller than him, Xing Luo's eyes remained level, his expression unruffled.

  "Hey, kid, don't get too cocky, or you'll be done for." Hong Dong gave a sinister glance at Xiang Fei Teng, then turned to Li Zhen and said: "Li Zhen, tell me, your high school flag team was doing well, how did it end up with a freshman from grade one as your underling? Don't you feel humiliated? I'm even embarrassed for you. Do you know how the entire sophomore and junior classes view you now?"

  Upon hearing this, Li Zhen looked at Hong Dong with an expressionless face and said indifferently: "I don't care how others see me, but I'm indeed following the boss now. You can say whatever you want, your mouth is yours."

  Hong Dong shook his head and sighed, looking at Li Zhen with a smile in his eyes: "This sentence, the whole school is listening to it. You don't feel embarrassed, I'm embarrassed for you. Don't worry, today brother will teach you well."

  Hearing Hong Dong's words, Xing Luo coldly laughed and naturally sensed that in this small forest, not only these two groups of people, but also some other flag holders were watching the play.

  Logically speaking, if a third-year student were to teach a lesson to a first-year freshman, it wouldn't stir up so many people. Xing Luo also saw this and was certain that Li Zhen had submitted to him, which is why the flag-bearers of Class 1 were stirred up and came to see how things would develop.

  "About what happened at noon today, now let's settle this. Do you want to compensate or should my brothers and I beat you guys half to death? You choose." Hong Dong heard Xing Luo's cold laughter, his eyes flickering with anger as he looked at Xing Luo with a sinister gaze.

  This matter has attracted the attention of the flag bearers of Zhongyi, and Hong Dong naturally also knows about it, which makes him feel excited. If he handles this matter well, then without a doubt, Hong Dong's team will definitely take another step forward.

  At this, Xing Luo shook his head and smiled, teasingly saying: "The start of this matter wasn't with us, but rather you bumped into my friend's table, almost making her fall over. So we're fighting back at you, which is only natural. As for compensation, we won't choose that option, and as for getting beaten up, we naturally wouldn't stand there stupidly."

  "Damn it, you're looking for death." After hearing this, Hong Dong was slightly stunned, but then his anger surged even more. His right hand suddenly swung, and the iron rod swooshed towards Xing Luo's shoulder.

  At this, Xing Luo's eyes condensed, his left palm facing upwards, and the iron rod swung down. A muffled hum sounded, and Xing Luo immediately grasped the iron rod with his left hand, his face turning icy cold in an instant. In a chilly voice, he said: "Do you really think my temperament is that gentle?"