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Someone was looking for him, who was it?

He looked around the classroom and finally found the target. There, in his position, sat a boy. He was lying on the table. His fingers seemed to be bored as he tapped his knuckles on the table.

Just when he was curious about who this mysterious man was, he finally raised his head.

Buzz …

When he saw that face, he only felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if something had exploded.

His mind went blank and his body shivered involuntarily. Beads of sweat rolled down his face. The fear in his heart was completely uncontrollable at this moment. He couldn't even breathe.

It's that guy, that guy, he actually found me in my class. What does he want to do? Is this the school?

His heart was filled with extreme fear. He even had the impulse to turn around and run away. The pain he had suffered that night was still vivid in his mind. Especially the place between his legs, he was almost kicked to death by this damned bastard.

After two days, even if it was in the morning, he still couldn't stand up straight.

"Fifth brother, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so ugly?" One of his companions couldn't help but ask when she noticed his strange appearance.

That sentence seemed to remind him. That's right, this was a school, and this was still Class 8. Even if this Wang Cheng was powerful, he probably wouldn't dare to lay his hands on him in his classroom.

Thinking of this, his heart instantly became a lot more at ease.

"Yo, you're finally back. I've been waiting for you for quite some time." Staring at him, the corners of my mouth curled up slightly.

That cruel smile made his body tremble once again.

Ye Zichen frowned, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Nothing, I just have some lousy things I want to talk to you about …" I said while grinning.

"I have nothing to talk about with you." "No," he said.

Although he tried his best to maintain an appearance of not being afraid at all, that slightly trembling tone of his was still enough to completely show off the cowardice and fear in his heart.

Suddenly, I slammed the table and shouted, "Come here!"

That sound made his body shiver. He gritted his teeth and walked towards me.

As he walked towards me, he said, "What's wrong? Are you trying to hit me? This is Class 8, not you Class 7."

He seems to want to use this matter to suppress me?

Unfortunately, it was completely useless.

I laughed.

"Don't worry, I won't f * cking beat someone up today." I said, grinning.

He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. It seemed like he was right. Even if this guy was arrogant, he wouldn't dare to mess around in someone else's class.

However, the next sentence caused him to fall into the icy cavern.

"Your father f * * king beat you up today …"

Before he could even react to what I meant by that sentence, I had already reached out my palm, grabbed his neck, and exerted force with my arm.

With a 'hu' sound, his body seemed to have turned into a frail puppet. Under my palm, he didn't even have the slightest leeway to struggle. He fell face-first onto the table.

Bang

On the surface of the table, a large amount of blood could be seen gushing out!

This scene made many students in the classroom who knew how many of them were secretly spying on them. They were all scared out of their wits.

As for him, he was in even more pain.

A few seconds later, an extremely miserable scream was finally emitted from his throat.

He then lifted his leg and kicked his stomach, causing his body to continuously fall back and roll on the ground.

Just when I was prepared to charge up and continue to teach this fellow a lesson, his two companions finally couldn't take it anymore. They didn't react previously and didn't expect me to make a move just because I said so.

After all, this was Class 8. In his own class, his two companions had been taught a lesson. The two of them felt like they could not hang on any longer. They rushed over at almost the same time and one of them helped him up from the ground.

As for the other fellow with a rather sturdy figure, he brandished his fist and smashed it towards my face.

"Goddamn you, this is Class 8, not your Class 7, yet you ran over to this father's class to cause trouble. Do you want to die?" With that roar, the fist went straight for my nose.

It's a pity that this guy's movements seem exceptionally slow in my eyes. It's just like when an old lady strikes Tai Chi, there isn't even the slightest bit of pressure.

With a slight tilt of his head, he dodged the fist as his right hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the guy's throat. In the next second, a few fingers lifted the kid up from the ground with force that was like a pair of iron pincers.

That scene had frightened countless people.

This guy, how could he have such great strength? Was this strength that a high school student could possess?

However, my target this time is him, not this trash. With a casual swing, I threw him to the side, unable to get up for a long time.

Then I continued to walk toward him. The kid who had helped him to his feet, seeing this, let go of his shoulder and stepped back so that he wouldn't catch fire.

With that appearance, no one dared to help him.

He was extremely scared and wanted to run away while screaming, but I charged over with a stride. My right leg instantly swept across and landed on his waist.

His entire body seemed to have left the ground as he continuously retreated to the side. With a bang, his entire back collided with the glass wall beside him.

With a crisp sound, the glass shattered into pieces.

Not only that, his body was pushed backwards by the inertia, towards the outside of the glass window. Below him was the floor of a five story building.

Screaming, he waved his hands and grabbed the edge of the glass window. He didn't care about the glass debris stabbing into his palm. He managed to stabilize his body and prevent himself from falling down.

But in the next second, a palm suddenly stretched out and caught his throat, pressing his upper body out of the window.

Looking at his hands covered in blood and his sinister and mournful expression, an evil fire is burning crazily in my heart.

Throw it down, drop it down, drop it down... Kill him, kill him, kill him!