It had been almost two months since the start of the semester, and the students in the class had long since gotten familiar with each other. The boys in Business Administration Class 2 got along particularly well, and whenever something came up, they were always willing to help if someone called on them.
While they weren’t exactly the type to pick fights with off-campus troublemakers, they had no problem showing up to back their friends and intimidate the opposition.
Right now, wasn’t it just because these thugs outnumbered Fang Haoran and the other boys? Once the rest of the class arrived, if those guys still dared to throw hands, they’d have to think twice.
Then, if they just apologized to the blond-haired guy, gave him an out, and compensated him with a few hundred yuan for medical expenses, the whole thing should blow over.
Hearing Fang Haoran’s words, the others felt a little more at ease. Though their class had more girls than boys, there were still over a dozen guys—enough to outnumber the troublemakers.
Just then, someone suddenly thought of something and said, "Should we let the class monitor know about this?"
"Are you kidding? We can’t let a girl come to a place like this!" someone immediately objected.
This was the kind of situation the boys had to handle themselves—no way they could let the class monitor take the risk.
However, Ling Yan’s eyes flickered at the suggestion. This was a perfect opportunity to drag Liu Yutong into the mess. Wasn’t she so capable?
Then let her come and deal with it—see if she really had what it took.
Ling Yan still didn’t believe Liu Yutong had actually resolved the issue with the troublemakers at the school gate.
"I don’t think that’s right," she said. "Didn’t the class monitor say before that no matter what happens, on or off campus, we could come to her for help? She said that herself."
"If she had the confidence to say that, she must have a way to handle it. Besides, Fang Haoran, didn’t you already call the rest of the guys? With so many of us, they wouldn’t dare do anything to us, let alone the class monitor. Isn’t that better than her finding out later and reporting us to the advisor?"
Fang Haoran and the others hesitated at Ling Yan’s words.
She had a point. If the class monitor found out they’d gotten into a group conflict with a bunch of thugs, they’d definitely get chewed out.
They knew enough about the class monitor’s style—she never went back on her word. Like when she promised to deal with the troublemakers at the school gate, she actually did it.
Whether she paid them off or used some other method, it was clear she wasn’t someone to underestimate.
Just as they were debating whether to notify her, Huang Feihu suddenly shouted, "Big Head Brother! They’re calling for backup!"
Big Head Brother, already running out of patience, crushed his cigarette underfoot.
"You’d rather do this the hard way, huh?"
"Beat the hell out of them! Make sure their own parents won’t recognize them!"
The moment he finished speaking, the thugs charged forward with clubs in hand.
Fang Haoran and the other five boys had no choice but to fight back.
Chaos erupted instantly.
Five unarmed freshmen from the finance university against seven or eight club-wielding street thugs—the outcome was obvious.
In less than three minutes, all five boys were on the ground, instinctively covering their heads as they took the beating.
Once they were too hurt to stand, Huang Feihu strode up to Fang Haoran, planted a foot on his head, and spat.
"Think you’re tough now, huh? Let this be a lesson—next time you mess with me, I’ll make sure grass grows on your graves!" With that, he kicked Fang Haoran hard in the stomach.
Fang Haoran curled up in pain, his face turning red.
With the boys dealt with, Huang Feihu and Big Head Brother turned their attention to the girls, who were already crying in fear.
"Stay away! Don’t come any closer, or we’ll call the police!"
"Get back!"
Lin Lele and the others were terrified.
Even Ling Yan, now pale with fear, regretted not running when she had the chance. If she’d made it to the school gate, there might have been help.
SMACK!
Before she could retreat, Huang Feihu slapped her hard across the face.
"You bitch, you think you can hit me? Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness!"
He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the group.
"Ah!" Ling Yan screamed as Huang Feihu yanked her to the ground and hauled her toward a dark alley.
His intentions were unmistakable.
No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free from his grip.
Lin Lele, though she usually didn’t get along with her roommate, couldn’t just stand by and watch her get assaulted. Without hesitation, she rushed forward.
"Let her go!"
But she overestimated her own strength—Huang Feihu kicked her down the moment she got close.
Another thug leered at her, grabbing her collar to drag her into the alley like Huang Feihu had done with Ling Yan.
The other three girls weren’t spared either, hauled off by the laughing gangsters who mocked them as they struggled.
Seeing their female classmates about to be violated, Fang Haoran and the others forced themselves up, teeth gritted, supporting each other.
Battered and bruised, their eyes burned with determination.
"Stop right there, you bastards!"
Big Head Brother turned, surprised they were still standing. He was about to sneer, "You want another beating?" when—
THUD THUD THUD!
A rush of footsteps cut him off, followed by a furious shout: "Hey! What the hell are you doing? Looking for a fight?!"
Nearly twenty students from the finance university—half of them bespectacled guys—marched over in a show of force.
Among them were the boys from Liu Yutong’s Business Administration Class 2, as well as others from neighboring dorms.
Fang Haoran had only called his own classmates, but when they were gathering, students from other classes noticed and asked what was going on.
Hearing that their schoolmates were being bullied and needed backup, some of the guys didn’t hesitate to join.
Truthfully, the finance university had been pushed around by other schools for a long time, with troublemakers constantly harassing students and targeting girls. Many had been simmering with anger.
Now, hearing that outsiders were bullying their own, they decided to step in—if only to intimidate. It wasn’t like they were actually planning to fight.
Besides, the other side didn’t have that many people. Just scaring them off would be enough to vent some frustration.
But what they didn’t expect was arriving to see Fang Haoran and the others beaten black and blue—and the girls in tears.
That lit a fire in them.
Bullying the guys was one thing, but terrorizing the girls? Any man with a shred of decency wouldn’t stand for it.
Big Head Brother looked at the twenty or so people approaching with a sneer. "What, you little shits? You actually wanna throw hands with us? Got some balls, huh?"
If they were students from the schools affiliated with the Three Big Bosses, he might’ve hesitated a bit.
But this group clearly wasn’t from those three schools—not a single dyed hair among them, just typical well-behaved students. Did they really have the guts to fight?
They were probably just a bunch of cowards who’d piss themselves at the slightest threat.
But this time, they miscalculated.
Fang Haoran and the others had reached their boiling point. Sure, they were seen as model students, but once their tempers flared, their courage surged too.
Especially when they saw these thugs still yanking Ling Yan and the other girls by their hair, refusing to let go—rage shot straight to their heads.
"Fuck you! Let’s take them down!"
With Fang Haoran leading the charge, the arriving students erupted into action, rushing forward in a frenzy.
This time, the tables turned.
Big Head Brother and his crew never expected these top students from the finance university to actually fight back. Caught off guard, they were quickly overpowered, many of them knocked flat on the ground.
Big Head Brother, in particular, was just raising a baton to swing at a student when a sudden chill ran down his spine.
Behind him stood a guy with thick glasses.
This guy clearly wasn’t much of a fighter, but when he spotted the opening in Big Head Brother’s stance—his exposed backside—he suddenly remembered how his roommate had pranked him earlier, leaving his ass sore for hours. Acting on instinct, he clasped his hands together like he was holding a gun and thrust forward with all his might.
Big Head Brother felt like his ass was about to explode. His whole body locked up, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream: "AHHHHH!!!!"
Then he crumpled to the ground, clutching his butt, legs flailing—completely out of commission.
The bespectacled guy was stunned that he’d taken down the leader in one move.
Once it sank in, a grin spread across his face. Damn, this move actually works in a fight!
Behind those thick lenses, his eyes gleamed with mischief as he turned his attention to the other thugs, creeping toward them with a sly grin.
"AHHH!!"
"Holy—FUCK! MY ASS!!!"
"..."
In no time, several more gangsters fell victim, clutching their backsides and collapsing in agony.
As more and more dropped, Fang Haoran and the students gained the upper hand, wiping out the remaining thugs.
But before they could celebrate, Big Head Brother, barely recovered, snarled through gritted teeth: "Call the troops! Get everyone here!"
"I’m gonna slaughter these little shits!!"
Word spread fast across the university district—Big Head Brother of Xuehai Street was putting a hit on a group of finance university students, offering double the usual pay for backup.
Even the Three Major Academies got the message.
Soon, swarms of thugs began converging.
