My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 233: The Grade Director Requests Your Presence

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: The Grade Director Requests Your Presence

"Ming bro, there are so many of them, and they’re armed with knives, can you beat them?"

The chubby one asked a little shakily in a low voice.

"If I can’t beat them, why don’t you go fight?"

Tang Ming chuckled, teasing him with his response.

At that moment, Brother Xiaoma stepped forward with his knife, looking every bit the gang leader of Tongluo Bay.

"Still remember me, asshole?"

Brother Xiaoma asked coldly with a sneer, pointing the knife at the concrete ground beneath Tang Ming’s feet.

"I didn’t remember before, but now I do."

Tang Ming nodded earnestly, speaking with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile: "You’ve introduced yourself, how could I not remember."

"Introduced myself?"

The chubby one scratched his head, still not catching on. Suddenly, it dawned on him: Brother Xiaoma had called them assholes, and Tang Ming had given as good as he got. He burst into hearty laughter.

Brother Xiaoma realized it too and instantly turned an iron shade of anger, swinging his machete at Tang Ming and bellowing, "Cripple him for me!"

"Yes!"

As he spoke, more than a dozen hoodlums began moving stirringly, each pulling out their weapons, ready to chop someone down.

"Ming bro, I’ll leave this grand scene to you, I’ll take care of the aftermath."

Seeing the situation unfold, the chubby one was immediately scared witless, scrambling to a safe place first. He knew Tang Ming could fight, and his own presence would just be a burden. Better to hide first and lighten Tang Ming’s load.

"Fatso, at least you have some sense."

Tang Ming laughed out loud, quickly dodging Brother Xiaoma’s machete, then moving nimbly through the crowd, taking on more than ten at once.

In the blink of an eye, out of those attacking Tang Ming, people were continuously floored, and in no time at all, more than a dozen thugs were laid out on the ground, screaming piteously and unable to move.

The bystanders watching the battle were completely astounded. Just now, Tang Ming looked just like the martial arts experts in movies, with all sorts of moves that dazzled the eyes, especially since he was the only one left standing among a street full of downed hooligans... that scene...

"Heh, I knew this was just a small scene for Ming bro."

With the fight over, the chubby one straightened his clothes and strutted out, wearing a look of pride.

"You, who exactly are you? Are you from a Martial Arts Family?"

With a bruised face and swollen nose, Brother Xiaoma stared at Tang Ming in horror, asking. He had led the charge and consequently took the most beating.

Brother Xiaoma actually had some connections, and with many underlings, he was a recognizable figure in the underworld. But he had not expected to encounter such a ruthless person today. The first thing that came to mind was those Martial Arts Families; only a Martial Artist from those families could possess such skill.

"I told you before, some people can’t be messed with, and I’m one of those people you can’t afford to mess with."

Tang Ming flicked his clothes, walked up to Brother Xiaoma, and asked playfully, "You wanted to cripple me before, still want to try now?"

"I, I wouldn’t dare."

Seeing the harmless smile on Tang Ming’s face, Brother Xiaoma instantly chickened out. He valued his life too much; if Tang Ming were to ’invite’ him a few more times, it could easily lead to death.

"Thought you wouldn’t have the guts."

Tang Ming snorted coldly, picking up the watermelon knife from the ground, and shouted with a bandit’s air, "Listen up, hand over all the cash you’ve got on you right now, or I’ll cripple every single one of you."

"Ah? Okay, okay, okay!"

Little Brother Ma was truly afraid of being hit, and although it was a bit strange, he took out his wallet and handed over a stack of cash to Tang Ming right away, with the others following suit.

"I’ll collect the money, I’ll collect the money."

The fatso immediately shouted loudly, kicking the gang members a few more times while he collected the cash, muttering, "That’s for being arrogant, that’s for running wild..."

Seeing that Little Brother Ma and his crew were so compliant, Tang Ming didn’t make it harder on them. He took the cash and warned them not to show up on Snack Street again, then he and the fatso left.

Watching the retreating figures of Tang Ming and the fatso, Little Brother Ma couldn’t help but shed tears of frustration. It was the first time he’d been robbed since he started out, and to be robbed by just one person when there were more than a dozen of them was too humiliating, too terrifying.

Little Brother Ma was the type who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Guessing he’d probably never dare to show off on Snack Street again: on the one hand, he was frightened by Tang Ming, and on the other hand, he was worried Tang Ming might be from a martial arts family, which was out of his league to mess with!

Of course, if he knew Tang Ming wasn’t, he might well have thoughts of revenge.

Tang Ming and the fatso, having reaped a good harvest, returned to school. There was still half an hour before afternoon classes, but as soon as they got to the classroom door, they heard a bespectacled male student come out and tell them that Mr. Jiang, the senior grade director, was asking for them.

On the way, the fatso said anxiously, "Ming Bro, you think it’s Qin Haitao who snitched on us?"

"Very likely. The grade director doesn’t usually care about anything; why suddenly call us in today if not for something fishy?"

Tang Ming nodded in agreement.

The grade director’s classroom was in Class Seven on the same floor, where he also served as the homeroom teacher. At that moment, inside the classroom, Qin Haitao was smoking and chatting and laughing with the not-yet-thirty Mr. Jiang, seeming to be on unusually good terms.

"Chaoyang Bro, this time I can only rely on you to help me get even."

Qin Haitao said to Mr. Jiang with a smile.

Jiang Chaoyang smiled, speaking calmly, "Haitao, this is a small matter. If it weren’t for the support of your family back in the day, I would have starved to death, let alone have had the money to go to college, and eventually land a teaching job at the school. If a student dares to bully you, I definitely won’t let them off lightly. After all, we’re practically family."

Qin Haitao also smiled, but inwardly he scorned Jiang Chaoyang. He was just a student in need sponsored by his family back in the day for virtue’s sake; the Qin Family never considered him family. Yet, he fancied that by leveraging this incident, he could hitch his wagon to the Qin Family, not realizing he wasn’t worthy at all.

However, Qin Haitao was very calculating and was well aware of the significance of these teachers in the school. For now, it was enough to maintain a façade of cordiality with Jiang Chaoyang. After all, once he wasn’t needed anymore, he would be kicked to the curb without a second glance.

"Bro, those two guys are here."

A lookout at the classroom door shouted inside.

After all, Jiang Chaoyang was a teacher. He quickly took an ashtray from the podium, extinguished his cigarette butt, and passed it to Qin Haitao.

Qin Haitao likewise snuffed out his cigarette end and dropped it into the ashtray, then said quietly, "Chaoyang Bro, it would be best if you can get that brat to kneel down and apologize."

"Kneel down and apologize?"

Jiang Chaoyang curled his lip, speaking with some difficulty, "That’s not easy to handle."

"As long as you can take care of this for me, wouldn’t it be easy to join our Qin Family’s outer circle later?"

Qin Haitao said sweetly, painting a picture, "Didn’t the vice principal of this school just retire? I think if our Qin Family put in a little effort, it shouldn’t be difficult for you, Chaoyang Bro, to move up a level."

"Alright, such unruly students really need a good lesson to make them remember and prevent them from harming others in society later on."

After hearing Qin Haitao’s words, Jiang Chaoyang became as excited as if injected with adrenaline.

Vice principal — that was the position Jiang Chaoyang longed for in his dreams. Once he became the school’s second-in-command, those female teachers he’d never managed to hit it off with would all be within easy reach, not to mention the beautiful trainee teachers who would not dare not to flatter him. Beauties and wealth would all be his for the taking, especially Li Wenxuan!

With such temptations before him, it would be false to say Jiang Chaoyang wasn’t tempted. Furthermore, given the Qin Family’s current clout, helping him secure a position as vice principal wouldn’t be a challenging task! (Please recommend!)