Chapter 24: Hardcore Action, True Grit! (Part Two)

“Have you heard? The new guy in Class Twenty-Eight challenged Hungry Tiger the Black Hand to a showdown in the black restroom!”

“No way! Since when does Hungry Tiger the Black Hand care about one-on-one fights? Isn’t he always backed by a whole gang?”

“That’s why the new guy is taking on the whole group!”

“Isn’t that just asking for death?!”

“Hard to say. I heard that kid’s got real presence, not like a regular guy. Might be someone on Liu Shufeng’s level. Oh, and I checked with Class Twenty-Eight—he’s doing it to stand up for his class, which is what started the whole thing with Hungry Tiger the Black Hand.”

“So righteous? Or maybe he’s just ignorant and doesn’t realize how vicious Hungry Tiger the Black Hand really is?”

“No idea, but win or lose, that guy’s name is going to spread.”

“You’re still chatting here? Hurry up, they’ve already gone to the black restroom. Let’s go see!”

“Go, go, go, quick! If we’re late, we won’t get a good spot!”

The black restroom was outside, on the shaded side of the trash class building, right next to the corridor. In the blink of an eye, heads poked out from the windows along the corridors of the second and third floors, every one craning their necks in anticipation. They watched as a few students entered the black restroom together, and soon after, screams echoed from within. No one knew who was winning or losing.

Everyone’s curiosity burned, but they didn’t dare run down to the first floor to watch. Hungry Tiger the Black Hand had a terrible reputation; if he got angry at spectators, it wouldn’t be worth the risk.

Not everyone was afraid to go to the first floor, though. Some who were better connected waited downstairs.

Liu Shufeng, tall and imposing, stood with arms crossed, looking every bit the streetwise master. He kept up his pose, glancing sideways at the restroom door.

For things like duels and brawls, I, Liu Chuanfeng of the Four Heavenly Kings, am always most interested.

Other trash class bad boys with some notoriety were also watching on the first floor. They gave Hungry Tiger the Black Hand his due, but considered themselves men of the streets, worthy to observe from below.

Besides the troublemakers, Zhao Qingmiao had somehow made his way over, peeking around nervously. Though timid and cowardly, he wasn’t a rotten person who couldn’t distinguish gratitude from resentment. Shi Tiexin was fighting for him, and despite his fear, Zhao Qingmiao gritted his teeth and followed shakily.

If Shi Tiexin gets gang-beaten, then—I, then—at least I can get him to the school hospital…

Am I really such a coward, an irredeemable waste…?

Zhao Qingmiao sank into self-doubt, but no one paid him any mind. Among all present, there was one person who could not possibly be absent, eyes gleaming as he stared at the restroom door.

It was Zhou Nan.

The light inside the black restroom was dim, bright outside and dark inside, so Zhou Nan couldn’t see what was happening. Still, no matter who won, he had to know the outcome immediately to plan his next move.

If Teng Chaoguo won, all would be well. He’d remain the boss of Class Twenty-Eight, Teng Chaoguo would owe him cigarettes, and he could do whatever he pleased with Shi Tiexin.

But if Teng Chaoguo lost… Impossible, impossible! How could that happen? It’s five against one, and in a cramped place like the black restroom—how could Teng Chaoguo lose?

Most likely, that kid was inside crying for his parents, begging on his knees, forced to drink urine!

Hmm? The sounds of fighting have stopped?

Heh, that kid’s just a showpiece, all looks and no substance—already taken down in such a short time!

Footsteps sounded, and a figure moved toward the door. Zhou Nan’s smug smile froze; because of his vantage point, he was the first to see who it was.

No, it can’t be…

It was Shi Tiexin!

Judging by the silhouette, the height, and that eternally dark, tough aura—it was really Shi Tiexin!

How could it be Shi Tiexin?

Why was it Shi Tiexin?

Zhou Nan was utterly baffled. A bookworm fallen from an elite class, going into the black restroom with five ruthless thugs, how could Shi Tiexin be the one to emerge?

Shi Tiexin stepped out, and all three floors saw him. Gasps followed, voices buzzing like a swarm of bees.

The victor had appeared!

But just then, Shi Tiexin halted. He stood at the restroom door, paused for a second, then turned and went back inside.

He went back in!

What for?

Everyone’s minds were full of questions—actually, so were Teng Chaoguo and his gang inside the black restroom. The fat one lying near the door whimpered and shifted nervously as Shi Tiexin returned. The others crawled away in fright, none daring to stand.

They had just been thoroughly beaten by Shi Tiexin’s ferocity.

Could it be that he wasn’t satisfied and had come back for more?

But as they watched with terror and confusion, Shi Tiexin ignored them and went straight to the urinal.

He’d been so busy fighting that he nearly forgot to pee. When he reached the door, his bladder reminded him—if he didn’t go now, he’d really have an accident. There was no time to find another bathroom, nor did he know where one was anyway. So, after thinking it over, Shi Tiexin decided to take care of it right here.

Would it be embarrassing?

Forget it, urgent needs can’t wait. This will do.

The zipper rasped open, and Shi Tiexin drew out a formidable weapon, aiming it at the grimy urinal. The five battered figures stared, dumbfounded—not only did they never expect Shi Tiexin to urinate in such circumstances, right in front of them, but also—damn! That thing was huge! Was its size proportionate to his height?!

The torrent crashed into the bucket, echoing loudly.

The sound reached Teng Chaoguo’s ears, contorting his face into a fierce grimace. He understood now; he understood again—this guy was humiliating him, peeing right in front of him! Not just into the bucket, but onto his face!

“Damn… damn it…”

Teng Chaoguo’s expression twisted with fury. Suddenly, he drew a spring knife from his waistband, flicking the blade out with a snap. He hadn’t had a chance to use it before, but now he sprang up, charging at Shi Tiexin’s back, stabbing straight at his heart.

Die!

I’m not even legally an adult yet—if I kill you now, maybe I’ll get off scot-free with the right connections!

Teng Chaoguo’s murderous intent was clear—he meant to stab Shi Tiexin to death.

But Shi Tiexin didn’t even look. He inhaled, cut off the stream, turned, and kicked backward. A thunderous crash echoed as he kicked Teng Chaoguo squarely in the chest and belly. Teng Chaoguo was knocked breathless, unable to draw a single gasp, his face flushed crimson.

With a snap, sharp pain shot through his wrist, and the spring knife was knocked away. Then his neck was seized in a powerful grip—he had no time to react before a force gripped his nape, and suddenly, the black urinal loomed large before his eyes.

With a splash, Shi Tiexin tossed Teng Chaoguo headfirst into the urinal.