School Beauty's Personal Martial Expert
Chapter 129: Sense of security

Chapter 129: Sense of security

"Huang Xiaojun, if you dare do anything to my brother, I... I..." Zhou Li’s eyes immediately filled with tears as they reddened. But what couldn’t a bully like Huang Xiaojun do? Even if he wronged her brother, could she, a weak girl, seek revenge against him? Thinking of this, a sense of despair washed over her. With a grievance in her heart, she couldn’t help but burst into tears, sobbing, "Huang Xiaojun, why must you press me so relentlessly? I don’t like you at all, and even if I agreed to you, what would that mean? Wuu wuu..."

Huang Xiaojun paused, having hardly spoken a few words himself, he hadn’t expected to make this girl cry already, truly irritating. Throwing his cigarette butt down, he stamped on it twice with force and sneered with a ferocious face, "Stop your damn crying. Whether you like me or not, that’s your problem, but as far as Laozi is concerned, liking you is enough. Besides, if I can’t have your heart, I will at least have your body!"

"Then just kill me!" Zhou Li seemed to break down, shouting loudly, "I’m not going to agree to you no matter what. If you dare to do anything to my brother, I will fight you with my life!"

"Dammit, you fucking bitch!" Huang Xiaojun instantly became like an enraged Old Tiger. With a slap, he hit Zhou Li across the face, and then pointing his finger so close it almost poked her eyes, he bellowed through clenched teeth, "You better remember what you said, you bitch! Don’t you regret it later! Brothers, let’s go!" With his lackeys, he left the classroom, cursing under his breath, utterly displeased!

"Zhou Li, Zhou Li, please stop crying!" After Huang Xiaojun and his gang left, a few female students hurried over to comfort her. One of them, wrapping her arm around Zhou Li’s shoulder, said, "That Huang Xiaojun really isn’t a good thing, just relying on his family’s dirty money, what’s so great about that? Zhou Li, please stop crying, he is still a student after all, and the police won’t let him off if he really does something to your brother."

"Yeah, Zhou Li, this is a society ruled by law, Huang Xiaojun can at best only threaten you a few words, don’t be afraid of him!"

"..."

Zhou Li’s classmates each tried to offer comfort. While this made Zhou Li feel a hint of warmth, she knew all too well that Huang Xiaojun was not only wealthy but also had some clout in the society. Even if he wanted to trouble her brother, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to do it himself. After all, those who mixed in society were desperadoes capable of anything.

Thinking back on her defiance in front of Huang Xiaojun, Zhou Li started to regret it. Her brother had sacrificed too much for her; at his age, he should have been earning money and finding a wife, yet he wasted his youth on her tuition fees. This filled Zhou Li with immense guilt toward him. Now that she had angered Huang Xiaojun, she dreaded to think what that beast might do to her brother. The more she thought, the sadder she became, and she cried so much that she couldn’t stop even when the teacher arrived for the next class.

However, for some reason, when she grew tired of crying, she inexplicably thought of a person—Leng Xuan.

She had seen Leng Xuan discipline Huang Xiaojun with her own eyes. She had watched as Leng Xuan effortlessly knocked down that middle-aged man with a beer belly with a slap. She had seen Leng Xuan kick a nearly six-foot-three Baldy several meters away with one foot.