Suddenly, a beer bottle appeared out of nowhere, startling everyone present. All eyes instantly snapped toward it.
In a crowd this large, not a single person had noticed the bottle flying toward them—or rather, they only realized it when it was already hovering above their heads.
The distance had to be at least seventy meters.
When they turned to look, they saw a tall, cold-faced young man casually tossing a second beer bottle in his hand, seventy meters away. Then, under their stunned gazes, he hurled it straight at them.
Bang!
The bottle landed right in front of Big Head Brother again, the impact point nearly identical to the first.
The gang members gulped. What the hell kind of inhuman strength was this?!
But what shocked them even more was the sea of underworld figures marching behind the cold-faced young man. Their synchronized footsteps pounded like war drums against the ground. Dressed in identical black uniforms, their presence sent everyone’s hearts racing.
Especially Xie Dong, Qiao Yong, and Xiao Bin—the three titans of the college. The sight of these familiar black-clad men made their bodies tense instantly.
That feeling… it was all too familiar.
Last time, when Qiao Yong had tried to take over the other two campuses, these very men had crushed his plans. He’d nearly been slapped into the afterlife by that hulking brute, Ji Yu. The memory was still vivid.
So when Qiao Yong saw them again, he instinctively touched his still-throbbing cheek, his thoughts unreadable.
Among his lackeys, two particularly ruthless young men glared at the cold-faced youth from the Wanlong Society.
"Yun Cheng… didn’t expect to see you again so soon."
Their boss’s orders were clear: stall Yun Cheng and that dumb giant. As for the girl rumored to be the "Young Miss," others would handle her.
Ideally, they’d kidnap her in the chaos. If not, they’d cripple her—she couldn’t be allowed to threaten the boss’s position.
Rumors had already spread among the society’s elders that the Young Miss had returned. Some were scheming to use her to climb the ranks.
So whether she was the real deal or not, she had to be dealt with.
Xiao Bin was also staring hard at the black-clad men, his palms sweating. He’d witnessed their power before too, but unlike Xie Dong and Qiao Yong, he held no real grudge. Of the three titans, his ambitions were the smallest—he just wanted to make money.
Xie Dong, however, burned with hatred. His title as one of the three titans was practically meaningless now. Neither Qiao Yong nor Xiao Bin respected him anymore, not after he’d lost his status as the top dog on campus.
His eyes swept over the crowd, and he licked his dry lips. If he could rally everyone here, maybe they could take down these black-clad men.
Aside from that towering freak Ji Yu, the rest probably weren’t that strong.
After all, he knew their background—most came from the same school as him.
If he could drag everyone into this fight and win, he’d reclaim his throne.
Liu Yutong probably never imagined that two of the three titans were itching for a direct clash with her Wanlong Society.
Then again, she’d only sent Ji Yu to intimidate them last time. Just because Ji Yu was a monster didn’t mean the others seemed as terrifying in their eyes.
Of course, Liu Yutong wanted this confrontation too. It was time to make it clear: this university was their territory.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have sent Li Xiaohui to handle things.
By the time Ma Da, Yun Cheng, and their men reached the gangsters, the thugs instinctively backed away, retreating toward Big Head Brother’s side.
The scene that unfolded was staggering: over three hundred scraggly gangsters facing off against nearly two hundred black-clad enforcers and their associates.
Trapped between them were thirty-some terrified university students, huddled together in shock.
They’d never seen anything like this in their lives—over five hundred people in a standoff.
"Is that… the Wanlong Society?"
"The gang from Snack Street?"
"Yeah, I’ve seen their insignia there before…"
"We’re done for. More gangsters? Are we gonna die here?!"
"I want my mom…"
Several students finally broke down, sobbing openly.
They’d never imagined the world outside campus could be this brutal. A simple clash with some thugs had escalated into a siege of hundreds.
They were just ordinary college kids. Why would anyone mobilize like this for them?
Just as despair threatened to consume them, the black-clad ranks suddenly parted, clearing a path.
Tap… tap… tap…
The crisp sound of boot heels echoed.
A girl in a black trench coat strode forward, stopping at the front of the formation.
"Fang Haoran, take them back to campus."
Hearing that voice, Fang Haoran’s head snapped up. His eyes widened at the sight of the composed girl.
"Cl-class president?!"
The others turned in shock at the title, especially the students from Business Management Class 2. Seeing Liu Yutong in the flesh left them speechless.
"Class president… it’s really you?!"
"Class president, hurry—"
They wanted to warn her to run, but the sight of the black-clad men standing respectfully behind her made the words die in their throats.
Their minds reeled.
Lin Lele covered her mouth, disbelief written across her face.
This commanding presence—was this really their class president, Liu Yutong?
She was the legendary leader of the Wanlong Society?!
How… how was that possible?!
In their minds, their class president had always been a graceful, gentle rich girl—nothing like a gang leader.
No wonder she’d said she could handle the thugs.
"What are you waiting for?" Liu Yutong frowned slightly. "This doesn’t concern you anymore. Go back to campus."
At her command, the black-clad ranks parted again, forming a clear path for the students.
Fang Haoran and the others finally snapped out of their daze and began moving toward the exit.
Except for Lin Tao—still pinned down by two thugs, moments away from an unspeakable fate at Big Head Brother’s hands.
It wasn't until the towering, tank-like figure of Ji Yu strode over that the two thugs immediately released their grip, allowing Lin Tao to break free.
Seeing this, Fang Haoran quickly stepped forward to support Lin Tao, whose legs had gone weak, and helped him rejoin the group.
The students from the finance university moved cautiously through the passageway, their first up-close encounter with genuine underworld figures leaving them utterly unnerved. Even though they knew these men were under the command of their class monitor, Liu Yutong, they were too tense to even breathe loudly.
Only now did they truly grasp the terrifying extent of their monitor’s influence.
Flanking both sides stood rows upon rows of black-clad enforcers, their silence radiating an overwhelming sense of menace. Uniformly dressed, they resembled two sinister black serpents coiled in the darkness, sending chills down everyone’s spines.
