Seeing the energetic young man run away, his two accomplices were on the verge of tears. This kid was disloyal.
"Are you still going to act tough?"
Wang Yue ignored the energetic young man and turned to the two punks.
"No, no, Big Brother, I was wrong. Please let me go."
"I'll never dare again, Big Brother. Go easy on me, it hurts."
Seeing the two surrender, Wang Yue released his grip, then kicked each of them: "Get lost."
The two didn't dare to say any threats and quickly ran away.
From a distance, Zhuo Yao saw this scene and hurriedly hid in a storefront, thinking, "How did this Wang Yue suddenly become so good at fighting? Wasn't he always the one being bullied?"
Just then, a tall figure appeared before Zhuo Yao.
"Was that fun?"
Wang Yue's calm voice reached Zhuo Yao's ears.
She stiffly looked up, a hint of panic flashing across her face: "Wang Yue, what are you doing here? What a coincidence."
"Heh."
Wang Yue smiled faintly, lowered his head, and leaned close to Zhuo Yao's ear.
"I'll say it again. Don't play any more tricks on me in the future, or I have ten thousand ways to make sure you can't stay in Second High School."
After speaking, Wang Yue turned and left.
Looking at Wang Yue's retreating back, tears welled up in Zhuo Yao's eyes, unsure if it was from fear or something else.
"Wang Yue, you bastard!"
Zhuo Yao cursed him in her heart. Her lips trembled for a long time, but ultimately, she didn't dare to shout it out.
She felt that Wang Yue had changed. In the past, Wang Yue was timid and fawning in front of her, always trying to please her. But today, he was like a different person – domineering, powerful, and indifferent.
This stirred up a strange feeling in Zhuo Yao's heart. This was exactly like the domineering male leads she had read about in novels.
After a while, Yuan Jian, accompanied by four or five lackeys, arrived late.
Seeing Zhuo Yao, Yuan Jian rushed over: "Yaoyao, where is that kid?"
"He left."
Zhuo Yao said dazedly.
"Did he bully you?"
Noticing the tears in Zhuo Yao's eyes, Yuan Jian flew into a rage: "Damn it! I'm going to cripple this kid."
"Darling..."
Zhuo Yao quickly called out: "Maybe we should just let it go."
Hearing this, Yuan Jian laughed angrily: "Let it go? Someone who bullied my subordinate and my woman? There's no such thing as letting it go. Yaoyao, watch this. I'll make this kid beg for mercy on his knees and look for his teeth all over the ground. Brothers, follow me!"
With that, Yuan Jian led his group of lackeys in pursuit of Wang Yue.
Zhuo Yao couldn't stop them, so she could only let them go. After hesitating for a long time, she finally opened QQ and sent Wang Yue a message: "Yuan Jian is bringing people to chase you, you should hide."
But what followed was a red exclamation mark.
"Message sending failed. You have not added the other party as a friend. Please add them and try again."
"???"
"He blocked me?"
Zhuo Yao was stunned for a long time, feeling a sense of loss, as if she had lost something precious.
Yuan Jian and his group soon caught up with Wang Yue.
"Damn you!"
Seeing Wang Yue, Yuan Jian charged forward without a word and delivered a flying kick.
Wang Yue turned around, a faint smile on his face, and then slapped Yuan Jian across the face with all his might.
Yuan Jian, who came fast, also went back fast.
This slap stunned him. He flew back three to four meters, but was caught by his subordinates.
However, the burning pain on his face reminded him that he had been hit!
"What are you waiting for? All of you, go up and beat this bastard to death!"
What followed was immense anger.
Yuan Jian had not suffered such humiliation in a long time, especially at the hands of a high school student. He felt his reputation completely ruined.
Yuan Jian's subordinates, the energetic young man, and the two punks who had already suffered, didn't dare to step forward. The other two punks, who didn't know Wang Yue's strength, charged forward. Within five seconds, they all met the same fate as Yuan Jian.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the situation, Yuan Jian became even more enraged. He pulled out a switchblade from his pocket and charged at Wang Yue.
There were still many pedestrians on the road. Seeing Yuan Jian's actions, they screamed and ran away.
Wang Yue's expression also turned cold.
Fighting was one thing, but using a knife was against the rules.
"I'll stab you to death!"
Yuan Jian became the boss of this area by being ruthless. When it came to using a knife, he never hesitated.
Wang Yue felt a brief moment of apprehension, but his strong combat instincts suppressed this emotion.
Yuan Jian rushed forward like a madman, wildly swinging the switchblade.
Wang Yue, with quick reflexes, grabbed Yuan Jian's wrist and exerted sudden force.
"Ah!"
Yuan Jian cried out in pain. He couldn't withstand the immense strength. The knife in his hand dropped to the ground instantly.
Then, Wang Yue grabbed his neck and lifted Yuan Jian with one hand.
Yuan Jian was not tall, only about 170 cm. With his feet off the ground, he kicked wildly, a sense of primal fear rising within him.
"Is this a high school student?"
"How can a high school student be so strong?"
"This is impossible to resist."
Yuan Jian's few subordinates were also too terrified to get up from the ground.
At this moment, Wang Yue was like a god of war, his aura striking fear into these hooligans.
"Yuan Jian, this is the only time. If you dare to offend me again, you know the consequences."
Wang Yue said calmly.
A wave of cold air shot straight up Yuan Jian's spine. The suffocating sense of death impacted his tear ducts, and tears began to stream down his face.
"Bang!"
Wang Yue released his grip, and Yuan Jian slumped to the ground, tears uncontrollably flowing.
"Wimp."
Wang Yue couldn't understand how such a person could be the boss of this area in Second High School.
However, when he thought of his own mentality in his past life, he was somewhat relieved that he used to have a natural fear of these punks with dyed hair, who smoked, drank, and carried knives.
After all, students were generally more timid.
Wang Yue turned and left lightly, without leaving a trace.
"This guy is too scary. That aura doesn't feel like a high school student's."
"His fighting skills don't seem like it either. Could he be a top enforcer for some gang?"
"We really kicked an iron plate this time. From now on, I'll go around him."
"Quick, help our boss up."
Several hooligans rushed forward and helped Yuan Jian up from the ground.
Yuan Jian was still crying uncontrollably.
"Take... take me away!"
He didn't know what was happening to him, but he didn't want to be further humiliated here.
The hooligans ran away.
Zhuo Yao, who had followed from a distance, witnessed Wang Yue's display of power firsthand.
Her expression became distant, feeling a warmth surge within her: "He... he is so powerful. He makes one feel so safe."