School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master
Chapter 359 - 407: Ferocious Methods, Thunderous Retribution!

Chapter 359: Chapter 407: Ferocious Methods, Thunderous Retribution!

"Stinky Qingqing, what’s wrong with you?"

Seeing Su Qingqing stamping her foot and muttering non-stop, Liu Tiantian scratched her head, full of confusion.

"Hmph, that idiot is trying to woo Han Yuting!" Su Qingqing huffed, "I just saw him carry Han Yuting into the teaching building on his back."

Liu Tiantian touched her ample bosom, puzzled, "Just a piggyback doesn’t necessarily mean he’s wooing her, does it? Doesn’t he often carry you too? But he hasn’t wooed you."

Su Qingqing rolled her eyes, "I’m his cousin, is that the same?"

"Cousins aren’t blood-related, so by your logic, I could call him cousin too, but why doesn’t he carry me?" Liu Tiantian countered.

"I don’t care, he’s definitely trying to woo Yuting." Su Qingqing took on the air of a detective, "He celebrated Yuting’s birthday yesterday, and I had a hunch something was off. Now it seems my guess was completely correct."

Liu Tiantian stared at her for a moment, "Why do I feel like you’re just jealous?"

I am jealous!

Su Qingqing grumbled in her heart, rolling her eyes at Liu Tiantian, "You big-boobed bimbo, what would you know?"

Liu Tiantian snorted, "You’re the one with big boobs and no brains... no, you’re just jealous of me!"

"Why would I be jealous of someone who has a dumb brain?" Su Qingqing curled her lips as she spoke.

"I am naturally dumb."

Liu Tiantian shook her head, unbothered.

Su Qingqing’s eyes couldn’t roll back any further.

She felt utterly helpless with this girl; whenever she called her dumb, she readily admitted it without any argument, leaving Su Qingqing feeling like she was punching cotton.

"Don’t you like the idiot? But an idiot will never like a dummy."

"Cousin is the idiot, and I’m the dummy, naturally a perfect pair." Liu Tiantian lifted her own bosom, "If it weren’t for my chest being too large, he definitely would have agreed to be my boyfriend already."

"..."

Su Qingqing was rendered speechless.

Sometimes she wondered if this girl came from Mars; otherwise, why were her ways of speaking so different from normal people?

...

The frustrations inside Su Qingqing, Chen Nan would never understand.

After he took Han Yuting back to the classroom and chatted with her for a while, Poison Wolf called him.

Chen Nan stepped out of the classroom and went to the end of the corridor to answer the call, "How’s it going?"

"We’ve done our investigation. This gang led by ’Mountain Chicken’ consists of sixteen people, most of whom have previously done time and have a criminal record," Poison Wolf said.

"Kill them all, leave none behind!" Chen Nan said coldly.

"This..."

At Chen Nan’s words, Poison Wolf hesitated, "These people are certainly detestable, but they are just small-time thugs, not like those big gang bosses. Their crimes don’t warrant death. If you go through with this, the organization might blame us, and it could be difficult to justify!"

Chen Nan was without mercy, continuing coldly, "It was these guys who used iron rods to brutally break the leg of one of my female classmates this morning. If someone hadn’t discovered them, they probably would have gang-raped her too. You say these people don’t deserve to die, but does that mean my classmate deserved what happened?"

Poison Wolf fell silent.

Chen Nan’s words stirred his anger too.

But they were in a society governed by law now, and for Chen Nan to want to kill more than ten people at once was no small matter. Although members of the Sky Team had certain privileges, they could not kill indiscriminately.

"Maybe you should think it over. If worst comes to worst, we can just arrest them and give them life sentences," he suggested.

"I’ll say it again, I want them all dead!" Chen Nan’s voice was thick with killing aura. These people had broken Han Yuting’s leg—a defenseless girl—and that had thoroughly ignited his rage. "As for that pheasant who broke her leg, I’m going to exterminate his whole family!"

If these people had just come to take revenge on him, Chen Nan might have only taught them a lesson. But his friends were his reverse scales, and no one could touch them without consequences, not even the mightiest figures from Heaven itself. Touch them, and he would show no mercy!

Hearing Chen Nan’s tone, Poison Wolf knew he couldn’t change his decision. "Alright then, I’m outside your school, come on out."

Chen Nan hung up the phone and walked toward the school gate.

Outside the school, a dilapidated minibus was parked—it was Poison Wolf’s ride.

Chen Nan walked over, opened the door, and sat down. "Give me the information; don’t get involved in this. This is my problem, and I’ll deal with it myself."

Poison Wolf threw him a cigarette, shook his head, and said, "If we’re brothers, cut the bull. However many people you kill, I’ll be there with you. Something happens, we share the blame."

"Are you nuts?"

Chen Nan took the cigarette, lit it up, and took a drag.

Poison Wolf shrugged. "Come on, give me a word."

Chen Nan stared at him for a moment, said nothing, and pointed ahead: "Let’s go, it’s time to get to work."

Poison Wolf started the engine, put it in gear, and slammed on the gas pedal. As he released the clutch, a shrill screech from the tires filled the air, the rear of the van bucked, and the rickety minibus sped off in an instant.

It was proof that with enough gas, any vehicle could roar.

Ten minutes later, the van stopped under a residential building.

"Room 307 in this building is home to a hoodlum called Knife, he’s Pheasant’s top lackey," said Poison Wolf as he rifled through a stack of information, handing a photo to Chen Nan.

Chen Nan took the photo, glanced at it, then opened the van door and headed into the residential building, with Poison Wolf following closely behind.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Arriving outside room 307, Chen Nan knocked on the door.

"Who the hell is it?" came a voice, cursing and swearing from inside.

"Delivery."

"What kind of delivery could I possibly have!" the voice inside cursed and flung the door open. It was the man from the photo—Knife.

Chen Nan stepped inside and confronted him. "Recognize me?"

"Where’s the delivery? How would I know you..." Knife’s words were cut short as if he suddenly remembered something, causing him to step back in fear. "You... you’re Chen Nan! What do you want!?"

"Your life!"

As Chen Nan spoke, he stepped forward, grabbed Knife’s head with both hands, and twisted with force. There was a crisp "crack," and Knife’s head was twisted a full three hundred sixty degrees. His windpipe and spine snapped, and he collapsed to the ground, dead instantly.

"Let’s go, next target," Chen Nan said as he prepared to turn away, but Poison Wolf held him back, "Wait a second."

Poison Wolf took out a porcelain bottle containing some black liquid. He sprinkled a few drops on Knife’s corpse, and immediately thick smoke rose from the body, along with a foul stench. In less than ten seconds, the corpse disappeared without a trace, with only clothes remaining.

Chen Nan frowned. "Corpse Dissolving Liquid? Why do you carry this stuff around with you?"

"I make a living killing people. This kind of weapon is essential for destroying evidence. How could I go anywhere without it?" said Poison Wolf indifferently, as he put the bottle away, his face void of any pity.

To them, murder was as routine as a meal!