13: Chapter 13 Street Thugs

These people were all boys around eighteen or nineteen years old.

They had dyed their hair in various colors, were puffing on cigarettes, and carried sticks in their hands.

The leader was a tall, thin boy with dyed yellow hair, wearing a black T-shirt with a skull print, and a gaudy gold chain hanging around his neck.

Even from five meters away, you could tell it was fake.

He leaned against the wall, blowing a smoke ring as he fancied himself very cool.

"Are you Su Bai?"

Su Bai didn't speak; he swept his gaze around the group.

Six of them. Their encirclement formation was unprofessional and full of openings.

"Kid, are you deaf? Our boss is asking you a question!"

One of the lackeys on the side shouted, his voice somewhat shrill.

The yellow-haired boy raised a hand to stop his lackey, then slowly walked forward, looking Su Bai up and down with a sneer:

"You do look alright, it's no wonder Li Longyu walks with you every day."

Su Bai understood.

"I'm Zhou Qing, from the Ronin Gang. Everyone who hangs around this area gives me face and calls me Brother Qing."

Zhou Qing flicked his cigarette ash and said arrogantly.

"Ever heard of me?"

"No."

Zhou Qing's expression stiffened.

The lackeys behind him looked at each other, clearly not expecting this transfer student to be so uncooperative.

"Nerd, you haven't heard of my big brother, the prodigal Zhou Qing?"

Zhou Qing puffed out his chest.

Su Bai laughed,

"I've only heard of the prodigal Yan Qing and the swallow Li San."

"Damn, what the hell are you saying! Looking for trouble, aren't you?!" the lackey behind him clamored.

"Fine, it doesn't matter if you haven't heard of me; today I'll make you remember."

Zhou Qing threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his toe,

"Li Longyu is the one I've got my eyes on, the entire Jingzhou Academy knows that. You've been walking so close to her these past few days, what's the meaning of this?!"

Su Bai sighed.

He didn't want trouble; this was too childish and too boring.

A bunch of teenagers still in puberty playing gangster; they didn't even qualify as real street thugs.

After all, university life is good.

So he took out his phone, preparing to call the police.

He had just pressed one "1" when he heard a sharp "crack!"

A powerful force came from his hand, sending the phone flying. It spun several times in the air before crashing to the ground five meters away.

The screen was shattered.

Su Bai's movements froze.

He slowly turned his head and saw a thin, small boy standing at the alley entrance, holding a slingshot and shaking it triumphantly.

"Hehe, Boss, I hit it!"

Su Bai looked down at the phone with the shattered screen on the ground, then looked back up at the boy with the slingshot.

His eyes narrowed.

Zhou Qing didn't notice the change in Su Bai's expression and was still gloating:

"How about that? If you're smart, stay away from Li Longyu from now on, or else—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a black shadow flashed by.

Su Bai rushed over and kicked him right in the chest!

There were no fancy moves, just a simple, direct front kick!

Zhou Qing flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying more than three meters away before crashing heavily onto the ground, rolling twice and letting out a miserable scream.

The alley was silent for two seconds.

"Boss!!"

The few lackeys panicked; some went to help Zhou Qing up, while the rest raised their sticks and prepared to charge!

Su Bai didn't look at them.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, not even his expression changed.

"Come out, take care of them, but don't draw blood."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet alley.

Zhou Qing clutched his chest and climbed up, about to start cursing, when he suddenly saw two black shadows drop silently from the walls on either side of the alley.

They were two men.

One was in his early thirties, with a crew cut, a square face, and eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

He wore a dark gray work jacket and had a lean, tough build. He stood there without any unnecessary movements, yet made people feel instinctively threatened.

The other was younger, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with long hair and a ring of blue stubble on his chin.

He wore a black hoodie, the hood half-covering his face, but it couldn't hide those eyes that were devoid of any ripples.

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed:

"Heh, you found helpers? Just two people, we..."

His words were interrupted again.

The man in the gray jacket moved.

No one saw how he moved.

They only heard a "crack," and the stick in the hand of the lackey closest to him had already snapped in two!

That lackey was kneeling on the ground, clutching his arm and wailing—it was dislocated.

The man in the black hoodie walked to the other side; his movements were lighter, but more lethal!

He dodged the baseball bat swung at him, pushed his palm into the second lackey's lower abdomen, and the guy curled up like a shrimp, dry-heaving on the ground.

Thirty seconds.

Six energetic youths, including the thin boy with the slingshot, were all lying on the ground!

No blood was shed, but everyone was screaming!

Some had dislocated joints, some were winded, and two were beaten so badly they curled into balls, unable to even scream.

The man in the gray jacket walked to Su Bai's side, stood with his hands down, and said nothing.

The man in the black hoodie picked up the shattered phone from the ground, inspected it, and shook his head slightly.

"Long Wu, take care of this," Su Bai said.

These two were the bodyguards he had hired.

Long Wu, Long Qi.

As a billionaire, it's normal to have two retired mercenaries as bodyguards when going out, right?

He wasn't one of those idiot protagonists in novels who, despite being rich and powerful, insisted on doing everything themselves.

Then what would be the point of making money?

The man in the black hoodie nodded, took a palm-sized device from his pocket, removed the SIM card, inserted it into a brand-new black phone, and handed it to Su Bai with both hands.

The whole process took less than a minute.

Su Bai took the new phone and swiped the screen to take a look.

The contacts, text messages, and chat history had all finished syncing.

He put the phone in his pocket and then slowly walked toward Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing was slumped on the ground, back against the wall, his face deathly pale.

He wanted to run, but his legs were as weak as noodles.

The handsome boy in front of him, with his hands in his pockets and a calm expression, was, in his eyes right now, more terrifying than any gangster boss in the movies!

Su Bai squatted down in front of him.

"Who... who exactly are you..." Zhou Qing's voice was trembling.

Su Bai didn't answer.

He reached out, grabbed Zhou Qing's chin, and forced it upward!

"Hiss..."

Zhou Qing gasped, feeling as if his jawbone was about to be crushed.

He widened his eyes and saw Su Bai's gaze—calm, indifferent.

Like he was looking at something insignificant.

"I came to Jingzhou Academy to study and experience university life."

Su Bai's voice was very soft, but every word was as clear as shards of ice,

"I don't want to be disturbed."

He let go, and several bruised fingerprints immediately appeared on Zhou Qing's chin.

"Do you understand?"

Zhou Qing nodded desperately, squeezing out a garbled sound from his throat,

"Y-yes, I understand..."

Su Bai stood up, looked down at him, and didn't speak again.

He turned and left the alley.

The man in the gray jacket followed half a step behind him, while the man in the black hoodie lagged a few steps behind, disappearing into the twilight.

Only the slumped Zhou Qing and the wailing youths were left in the alley.

The evening breeze blew past, swirling a few fallen leaves.

Zhou Qing stared blankly at Su Bai's retreating figure, his mind a complete blank.

Today, he had originally intended to teach an arrogant transfer student a lesson, establish his authority among the male students, and incidentally let Li Longyu see who was actually worthy of her.

And the result?

He hadn't even touched a single finger of the guy, and his entire gang had been beaten to a pulp by two men who had appeared out of nowhere!

Even more terrifying was the transfer student himself.

Kicking him three meters away with one foot, crushing his jaw as if it were plastic; that gaze...

Zhou Qing shivered.

That was not a gaze a university student should have at all!

That was the gaze of someone who had walked on the edge of life and death, someone who had seen blood!