Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 91 - 92: Will Not Rest

Chapter 91: Chapter 92: Will Not Rest

But he knew that this time, he couldn’t act rashly anymore. That country bumpkin was just too bizarre. He was sure it was his doing, but he had no idea how he had managed it. Even with so many witnesses, nobody knew how he pulled it off. He himself had watched the recording countless times and still couldn’t figure out how it was done!

If he were to act impulsively again, like he did this time, full of bluster, he couldn’t afford the consequences! Not just in terms of losing face—how humiliating it was to throw a tantrum and roll on the ground in front of so many people. Just thinking about it made his cheeks burn hot with shame, and his hatred grew even deeper! What he could afford even less was the pain. Although Li Ziming was the Young Master of the Li Family, he wasn’t a pampered nobleman. On the contrary, he had practiced martial arts from a young age, Taekwondo to be precise, and had endured much suffering to achieve what he had today. He wouldn’t utter a sound for ordinary pain, but that level of agony was extreme—the piercing pain was simply unbearable!

Zeng Xiaoxiao, you little bitch, your Zeng family had better remember this—I won’t let you off the hook!

Li Ziming clenched his fist tightly as he silently recited in his mind. Compared to Xiao Yi, the prime suspect who slapped him twice, his hatred for Zeng Xiaoxiao was far more intense. He knew that it was she who deliberately sought trouble with Xiao Yi, and this time, she had intentionally lured him there to embarrass and disgrace him!

At the end of the day, all the ridicule he suffered was because of Zeng Xiaoxiao!

Moreover, he had investigated and found that the country bumpkin wasn’t related to the Zeng family and had nothing to do with them. Even the Zeng family didn’t know about his existence until now, which meant that Zeng Xiaoxiao had found him from who knows where.

Zeng Xiaoxiao, you little bitch, do you think you’re so great just because you found someone to play ghostly tricks?

I’ll show you what real Taekwondo is!

In the face of true strength, all these ghostly tricks are useless!

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Li Ziming’s mouth.

"Young Master Li, how are you?"

The crowd raged for a while, but seeing no response from Li Ziming and unable to gauge his mood, which fluctuated from extreme anger to an inscrutable calmness, and then to a cold smile, they turned to Zheng Xun somewhat anxiously.

"This matter, you all..."

As Li Ziming came back to his senses, a shadow of ferocity flashed through his eyes, then he summoned several people and began speaking to them in a low voice.

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Many people say that college days are the best part of one’s life. This isn’t just a platitude. In fact, for many, the four years of college do leave many beautiful memories. They might not be the very best, but they would surely not be bad, apart from the innocent, slightly shy sweetness of youthful love, the freedom of the campus atmosphere, the charm of great teachers, the passion of youthful impulse... all are memories worth reminiscing about long after leaving college.

Setting aside the old man’s purpose for sending him here, Xiao Yi found that he was beginning to like this college life too.

Every morning, he would get up, sling his backpack over his shoulder, and walk down the tree-lined paths of the campus, breathing in the leisurely air, looking at the youthful and slightly immature faces, feeling the rich cultural atmosphere, and chasing after the sound of the bell to class with others his age.

Although it was uneventful, it gave him a sense of inner peace.

Once the old man’s mission was completed, he would ask the old man for a leave and truly attend a university to thoroughly enjoy such wonderful times.

Walking to the classroom where his class was held, Xiao Yi savored the beautiful morning on campus and made a quiet decision in his heart.

"Big brother, you’re here?"

Just as Xiao Yi arrived at the classroom building, he ran into Fatty Tang, who was coming from the dorm. Although Fatty Tang liked to sleep during class and seldom paid attention, he rarely skipped class.

But Xiao Yi didn’t find this odd, because he was more or less the same, barely listening during class, though not as obviously as Fatty Tang.

"Mhm."

Xiao Yi nodded and glanced at the two boys behind Fatty Tang, recognizing them as the other two roommates from their dorm, and nodded to them as well.

"Hello, Classmate Xiao."

Seeing Xiao Yi’s gaze, the two students also forced a smile and greeted him but seemed reluctant to interact with Xiao Yi, simply saying, "You two chat, we’ll go ahead."

Without waiting for a response from Xiao Yi and Fatty Tang, they hurriedly left.

In their eyes, it was somewhat unavoidable to walk with Fatty Tang, mainly because they often received favors from him in the dorm and felt bad about being too harsh. However, Xiao Yi was a different case, far too dangerous. They had witnessed him beating up the Four Young Evil Masters, and they were very clear about who those people were. They dared not have too much to do with Xiao Yi.

Like most people, they believed that although Xiao Yi could fight, kicking away the Four Young Evil Masters with ease, it wasn’t an era of physical strength but one of "power," and were the Four Young Evil Masters the type to be kicked around? So, in their opinion, Xiao Yi was definitely doomed soon and would probably be expelled from Z University in a few days. If they got too close to him, they could not guarantee that the Four Young Evil Masters wouldn’t take their anger out on them later.

"Those two ungrateful hypocrites, I used to think of them as friends,"

Fatty Tang watched as they scurried away, as if afraid someone would see them associated with them, grinding his teeth in frustration. He had felt a change in their attitude toward him these past few days; their looks were slightly different, but he was too lazy to think much about it. However, seeing them treat Xiao Yi this way immediately made him furious. After the incident with Jin Xiaohan and learning jiu-jitsu, he truly admired and was grateful to Xiao Yi, sincerely considering him a brother from the bottom of his heart.

"Forget it, don’t get angry over such trifles. Besides, it’s better for them to keep their distance, lest Gao Junjie and the others take their anger out on them,"

Xiao Yi was indifferent to this and let out a light laugh, patting Fatty Tang’s shoulder, comforting him.