Xiang Siyuan was about the same height as Peng Fei and younger. Thinking he was the one paying, he figured he could be a bit rough.
Eggled on by everyone else, he reached out to shove Peng Fei.
But Peng Fei didn't budge at all.
With a simple, effortless dodge, he made Xiang Siyuan lunge for nothing.
Then, from behind, he grabbed Xiang Siyuan's arms, twisted them in opposite directions, and pinned his hands behind his back.
Without expending any effort, he easily hauled Xiang Siyuan up to face him.
"Are you sure you want to fight me?"
Xiang Siyuan finally realized how strong Peng Fei really was. Before the first round was even over, he was already at a disadvantage.
His arms throbbed with pain. Watched by so many of his juniors, he became furious. He twisted around and kicked Peng Fei.
"Do you even know your place? My mother hired you to accompany me, not to fight me! You're actually hitting me? Let go of me, you bastard! Or I'll have my mother fire you immediately!"
Peng Fei didn't let go, looking at him coldly.
"Did your mother not tell you before sending you here? She gave me very broad authority. As long as I don't kill you, anything goes. You're already complaining after this little bit? Young Master Xiang, you're not up to it."
What?
He said as long as he didn't kill him, it was all fine?
Xiang Siyuan didn't believe it.
Normally, even if he argued a bit with his father, Xiang Yang, his mother would side with him. She was open-minded and generous, the best mother in the world. He was always her darling, how could she let a stranger beat him up casually?
"Talk your nonsense! My mother would never say that! Don't take a feather for a fan! My arm is about to break, let go! Don't wait for me to get angry!"
Peng Fei wanted to see what would happen when he got angry. Gripping his arm, he lifted his knee and rammed it into Xiang Siyuan's waist. With a thud, Xiang Siyuan knelt on the ground.
The ground was littered with wooden planks, which dug into his knees. The pain almost made the nearly six-foot-three man cry.
He was so angry he felt like he could gnaw his molars to pieces.
"Are you fucking crazy? The more you talk, the more you get into it, right? It hurts so much! My knees are broken! Let go of me!"
Seeing their eldest brother being bullied like this, the other brothers rushed forward to grab Peng Fei.
Peng Fei was unfazed. With one hand holding Xiang Siyuan, he dealt with the others trying to grab him.
Using his hands and feet, he thrashed around for a while, but none of them could get close.
They were all furious and shouted about calling their mother to complain about him.
But their phones still had no signal at all.
"Peng, let go quickly! Break his arm, and I'll make sure you don't know how you die, believe it or not? Don't get an inch and take a mile! When the phones have signal tomorrow, we'll all gang up on you and have you packed and gone immediately!"
These useless weaklings, all they knew was to scare people with empty threats.
Peng Fei sneered and released Xiang Siyuan.
His hands were suddenly freed, and due to inertia, Xiang Siyuan stumbled forward, falling to the ground in a clumsy heap.
Everyone rushed to help him up: "Big Brother, Big Brother, are you okay?"
His arms were sore and numb, his knees hurt terribly, and most importantly, he was so embarrassed with all his brothers watching!
Xiang Siyuan gritted his teeth and recovered on the ground for two seconds before immediately charging forward to tackle Peng Fei again.
Peng Fei took a step back, maintaining the same expression.
"Are you sure you want to fight? If you've made up your mind, don't cry if you break your arms or legs later. Grown men crying all the time, it really makes me look down on you."
Hearing Peng Fei speak like that made Xiang Siyuan even more furious. He let out a roar and charged.
Peng Fei reacted quickly. He stepped on a wooden plank and kicked it up, catching it in his hand.
As Xiang Siyuan rushed towards him, the plank was already pressed against his chest.
Peng Fei didn't hold back at all.
The hard piece of wood painfully poked him.
Another round hadn't ended before he was in too much pain to speak.
"Big Brother, Big Brother!"
Seeing him clutching his chest and convulsing, the others surrounded him again.
It took Xiang Siyuan quite a while to regain the strength to speak. He pointed at Peng Fei.
"You just wait. Peng, you're dead."
Furious, he retreated into the house, grabbed his schoolbag, and stormed upstairs.
Of the four rooms upstairs, two had their doors completely removed. It was truly irritating.
He chose a room with a door, stormed in, and locked himself inside.
The others watched Peng Fei in the yard, each disliking him more than the last.
Deciding to deal with him tomorrow, they exchanged glances and also returned to their rooms, grabbing their schoolbags and rushing upstairs.
The faster runner claimed the room with the door. The others had no choice. After a quick look around, they carried their schoolbags back downstairs.
The situation downstairs was even worse. There were only three rooms. Three people managed to get them, while the other two, younger ones, had nowhere to go. They had to come back and complain to Peng Fei.
"Why did you tear down the doors? Now we don't even have a place to live. Either call my mom to pick me up, or put the door back up, quickly."
Peng Fei ignored them completely and went into a room with a sawn wooden plank.
He walked up to the door of one of the rooms, made an 'X' with the wooden planks, and began nailing them in.
What did this mean?
He had sawn these planks to block the doors?
The two youngsters standing outside immediately felt a sense of relief, as if they had escaped from a disaster.
This guy was more twisted than any instructor they had ever encountered. What was he trying to do?
Hearing the sound of hammering outside his room door, a boy rushed to open it.
Seeing Peng Fei with a grim expression, holding a hammer and nailing wooden planks onto the doorframe, he was startled.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy? Are you trying to lock me in?"
Peng Fei said nothing. He quickly nailed the wooden planks in place, grabbed the doorknob, and with a bang, shut the door.
He grabbed the key, turned it twice, and locked the door from the outside.
No matter how hard the boy pulled or tugged from the inside, the door wouldn't open.
Following the same procedure, all the rooms on the first floor were soon locked.
The two youngsters ran upstairs to report. At this moment, Xiang Siyuan was leaning against the doorframe.
Seeing Peng Fei coming upstairs with something in his hand, he was so angry he wished he could fight him.
"What exactly are you trying to do? Is your brain broken? Is this fun for you? Does it make you seem capable?"
Peng Fei met his gaze from a distance of two or three people and said calmly.
"If you don't want me to lock you in, that's fine. We can negotiate."
"???"
"Wake up at five every morning and run for two hours. Come back, eat breakfast, and start homework at eight sharp. At ten, come downstairs for an hour of exercise. From two in the afternoon onwards, continue with homework. At five in the afternoon, go out for a forty-minute run. Come back for dinner. Then, one hour of free time before going to bed. This continues until fifteen days are over."
Heh.
He was eighteen years old, and this guy was treating him like an elementary school student?
Xiang Siyuan sneered, "Did my mother suggest this to you?"
Peng Fei replied, "It doesn't matter who suggested it. Are you going to agree or not?"
"What if I don't agree?"
He continued to advance with the wooden plank. Xiang Siyuan braced himself with his hands and feet against the doorframe.