"Don't let them escape," Liu Yutong said calmly.
Chu Yang nodded. "Understood, Young Miss!"
In the next moment, his body abruptly lowered into a standard special forces combat stance. The next second, the man with muscles like forged steel pounced forward like a raging tiger.
The dozen or so members of the Righteous Union who had just managed to surround them paled. "Oh no!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The dull sound of fists striking flesh echoed continuously.
Dealing with these ordinary small fries—even if they were Righteous Union members—didn’t cost Chu Yang much effort. In the blink of an eye, five or six were already on the ground.
Within two or three minutes, with the help of some Wanlong Society members, the group was completely subdued.
A few more reckless thugs who charged forward afterward were almost entirely blocked by Chu Yang alone. With the support of the Wanlong Society members around him, not a single one could get within five steps of Liu Yutong.
On the other side—
After Yun Cheng kicked Lang Ya to the ground and Ji Yu sent Hei Bao flying with a single punch, the tide of the battle turned decisively.
Whether it was Yun Cheng, Ji Yu, or Chu Yang, their combat prowess was terrifying—each capable of taking on ten opponents at once, truly embodying the saying: Three strikes to shatter their gangster bravado.
The once-ferocious mob of thugs began to scatter, some even dropping their weapons and fleeing in panic.
From a distance, Fang Haoran and the others watched, unconsciously holding their breaths and swallowing hard. Compared to this, the fight they’d been in earlier was like children playing house.
"Will our class monitor be okay?"
"She should be fine. I think her people are stronger."
"..."
They no longer had the energy to dwell on the fact that their class monitor, Liu Yutong, was actually a gang leader—or a mafia princess. All they could do was anxiously watch the battlefield.
Suddenly, someone caught a glimpse of the tall, slender figure of the girl in black standing calmly amidst the chaos, and their eyes widened.
She stood there with an unshakable presence, exuding an aura that forbade disrespect—like a queen of the underworld, commanding the entire scene.
Lin Lele couldn’t hold back a shriek. "Look at our class monitor!"
"Class monitor, you’re so cool!"
Her voice trembled with excitement. She had never imagined that a girl could be so effortlessly cool it made your knees weak.
What do I do if I’m starting to fall for her?
The boys weren’t immune either, feeling much the same as the girls. This was the first time they’d seen a girl this commanding, and their hearts pounded wildly.
A sudden realization struck them: Finance University is rising!
After years of being pushed around in the university district, it was finally their turn to stand tall—and all because of their class monitor, Liu Yutong.
Someone couldn’t resist shouting, "Class monitor, you’re invincible!"
The others quickly joined in. "Class monitor, invincible!"
Fang Haoran, his blood boiling with renewed fervor, roared at the boys, "Our class monitor is fighting these thugs for us! The school’s definitely going to investigate afterward—can we let her take the fall alone?"
"No!" they shouted in unison.
"If you’re real men, follow me back into the fight!" Fang Haoran swung his arm. "Stand with our class monitor!"
"Stand with our class monitor!"
Without hesitation, the twenty-something boys turned and charged back into the fray.
Though the scene was still chaotic, the Wanlong Society had the upper hand, so their involvement didn’t leave them at risk of being overwhelmed.
Perhaps influenced by Lin Tao’s tactics, these unarmed students somehow mastered his signature move—strike straight for the vital spot.
In an instant, the battlefield became even more brutal, with many thugs clutching their backsides and howling in pain.
Ma Da, who had been directing the battle with a megaphone, was stunned.
"Holy shit! A bunch of sneaky bastards!"
He immediately turned his megaphone toward his own men and bellowed, "Learn from them! Look at the tactical skills of these Finance University students! Don’t just mindlessly beat people half to death like brainless idiots!"
"Hey, hey—you, the one in the blue hoodie! Yeah, you! Did you just join the outer circle? Don’t you know how to hold back?!"
"Never aim for the head! Head injuries mean serious charges, and then you’re stuck in prison eating watery gruel with no chicken legs—miserable!"
"You wanna keep eating meat? Then don’t hit the head!"
"Where should you hit? The ass! Plenty of meat there—won’t kill anyone, just hurts for a few days. But if you seriously injure someone and get locked up for a decade, forget about chasing girls or hitting the clubs!"
"No tactical sense at all. Even the Finance University kids are better than you."
"..."
Under Ma Da’s professional guidance, the outer-circle members quickly grasped the essence.
"Hahaha! I took down the boss of the Grain & Trade gang—right in the ass!"
"I got that big-headed guy too! With an ass that big, there’s no way it’s bruised."
"..."
The battlefield’s atmosphere took a bizarre turn. What was once a bloody brawl had devolved into a specialized butt-striking competition.
Qiao Yong and the other gang leaders nearly spat blood in fury.
Damn it!
Is this how gangsters fight now?!
So shameless!
Between the butt strikes and the sneaky rear attacks, it was downright despicable!
Meanwhile—
Yun Cheng and Ji Yu had taken down the two enforcers of the Righteous Union. By now, the battlefield was littered with groaning thugs—though far fewer from the Wanlong Society’s side.
Some of the allied thugs, seeing the writing on the wall, turned tail and ran.
But they didn’t get far.
The piercing wail of police sirens suddenly tore through the night.
Over twenty squad cars roared onto the scene, and a hundred officers swiftly surrounded the area.
"Police! Everyone, hands on your heads! Don’t move!"
"Stay where you are! Hands on your heads!"
"..."
The battlefield froze instantly.
Some thugs remained on the ground, moaning. Others panicked and fled, while a few obediently raised their hands.
Fang Haoran and the other Finance University students were no exception, squatting with hands on their heads—but their hearts sank.
"It’s over. The cops are here. Do you think our class monitor will be okay?"
"No idea."
"..."
Their earlier exhilaration turned to dread. As satisfying as the fight had been, a brawl of this scale meant someone would have to answer for it.
Like our class monitor—she’s the leader of those people in black. She’ll definitely be the first one arrested!
But what happened next left everyone speechless.
Liu Yutong and the Wanlong Society members didn’t kneel or surrender. Instead, they actively helped the police round up the fleeing thugs!
The officers were stunned.
Wait—since when do gangsters act this brazenly?!
We told you to squat down with your hands on your heads, but you refused. Fine, but now you’re acting like you’re the auxiliary police, helping us control the situation?
What, were you not involved in the fight just now?
Or do you think we’re blind?
Immediately, a police officer at the squad leader level shouted at Liu Yutong and the others, "What are you doing? Didn’t you hear the order to squat down with your hands on your heads?!"
Liu Yutong remained composed and replied, "Officer, we’re law-abiding citizens who stepped in to do the right thing. Why should we squat down?"
Before the squad leader could respond, she called out to someone behind the police line, "Uncle Qi, don’t you think I’m right?"
Qi Wei, realizing he’d been singled out, could no longer stay hidden. He stepped forward with Gao Min, his expression complicated, and said, "You’re right. You don’t need to squat down."
The moment those words left his mouth, the crowd erupted in shock.
The gangsters squatting on the ground were dumbfounded.
"Seriously? Is the university district this corrupt now? Open collusion?!"
Even Fang Haoran and the others were stunned.
Damn, our class monitor’s connections must reach the heavens or something?!
