"Yes, both of them were beautiful, but two tigers cannot share one mountain. Liu Qingwan is beautiful, but unfortunately her family background is not good."

"Of all people to offend, why this woman? Last week, a girl stole Jiang Nianzhen's thunder in a school-organized performance, and as a result, her uncle grabbed her and beat her up."

"You hit women too? Are you even human?"

"Who says otherwise? That girl is having psychological problems now and has dropped out of school."

The onlookers shook their heads and sighed. It was such a pity about Liu Qingwan. Such a beautiful girl from the department would probably be ostracized from the school in the future.

Jiang Nianzhen looked at Liu Qingwan with a victorious expression: "Trying to compete with me? Liu Qingwan, don't you even know your own worth? Heh, a penniless and powerless wild girl, what makes you think you can compare to me?"

Liu Qingwan bit her lip and remained silent. She knew Ye Xingchen could handle the situation, but she still couldn't help feeling worried.

"Is this all the people you have?" Ye Xingchen was speechless as he looked at the five thugs who had surrounded him.

Who is he? Asking him to teach these thugs a lesson feels like bullying them.

Moreover, he felt that stepping onto people of this level lowered his own status.

You're supposed to be a big shot, so you can just wave your arm and have hundreds of underlings come over?

Someone like Huang San, who has powerful protectors and whose mere presence can shake Jinling, would be someone Ye Xingchen finds interesting to step on.

Ye Xingchen had little interest in these petty thugs who made money by lending and collecting debts.

"I can kill you by myself, how many people do you want?" A thug felt slighted and insulted. He yelled at Ye Xingchen and then threw a punch at him.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and then...

The thug froze on the spot. His fist, which he had swung at Ye Xingchen, hung limply in mid-air.

Ye Xingchen swiftly dislocated his arm, leaving the man stunned for a moment before a piercing pain shot through his arm.

He opened his mouth wide and let out a hysterical scream: "Ah..."

With a snap, Ye Xingchen, annoyed by his noise, twisted his jaw, leaving his mouth wide open but unable to utter a sound.

A slap sent him flying, and then he threw a punch at the remaining four thugs.

Screams erupted, followed by groans, as the arms of several thugs were dislocated.

Inside the school, Ye Xingchen didn't want to go on a killing spree, otherwise these bastards would have died hundreds of times over. He flicked the dust off his clothes and walked casually to Biaozi.

“You, you…” Biaozi pointed at Ye Xingchen and stammered.

Slap... He was met with a slap in return.

"I despise people like you the most. Why bully a student of all people?" Ye Xingchen sneered. "You're so smug here, aren't you?"

"You fucking look closely, I'm Brother Biao." Biaozi looked at Ye Xingchen in disbelief, feeling that the slap he had just received was a great insult.

Yes, he was the king of the school, and the students bullied him with ease; no one dared to confront him head-on.

This gave him the illusion that he was the best in the world, but Ye Xingchen came up and dealt with his group of underlings, and then slapped him across the face. How could he tolerate that?

"My uncle works for Tianye Financial. Liu Qingwan, your man hasn't heard of him, but haven't you heard of him either?" Jiang Nianzhen screamed in exasperation, "If you dare to offend my uncle, he can break your hands."

"Oh, your hand is broken? That's pretty bad." Ye Xingchen nodded slowly, then suddenly grabbed Biaozi's arm and twisted it hard.

Crack... Biaozi's arm twisted and deformed instantly.

He staggered back a few steps, looked at Ye Xingchen in disbelief, and then let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

His right hand was twisted and deformed. Even if Ye Xingchen personally took action, no matter how good the orthopedic doctor was, he would not be able to set the guy's arm back together.

In short, this guy's arm is ruined.

Moreover, his situation was different from that of his underlings. His underlings at most had dislocated arms, but his arms were twisted and broken, with bones and tendons severed.

"Ah...ah..."

The pig-like screams grew louder and louder. Biaozi knelt on the ground, his right arm bent and deformed, looking painful.

"Uncle, how are you, Uncle? I'll call a doctor and the police! This is intentional assault! Call the police right now!" Jiang Nianzhen roared at her two terrified followers.

His two henchmen then realized what was happening and hurriedly picked up their phones to call the police and an ambulance.

Before the ambulance arrived, the police arrived first. It just so happened that Zhang Qiao was there to handle a case, and the report he received was also about campus loans.

"The police are here! Officers, someone did this on purpose! Look, my uncle's arm is broken! Arrest him and sentence him!" Jiang Nianzhen screamed, looking as if her father had just died.

"Ignorant of the law." Ye Xingchen glanced at the woman; this woman's IQ was really low.

Even if it is truly intentional harm, the police will at most detain the person. If the circumstances are serious, the case will be handed over to the procuratorate for trial.

"The injury is so serious? Did you call an ambulance?" Zhang Qiao was also taken aback. He had been a policeman for many years and had seen countless injuries, big and small.

The most serious incident involved two groups hacking at each other, with one group even shaving off half of their head.

Biaozi's arm wasn't fatal, but it was twisted like a pretzel, something he'd never seen before. His intuition told him that the man's arm was ruined.

"I called for help! Police, arrest him right there! Take him away!" Jiang Nianzhen said urgently.

"Don't rush, let me find out the situation first," Zhang Qiao said.

"What do you mean, 'understand'? The facts are right in front of us, hurry up and arrest them!" Jiang Nianzhen stamped her feet anxiously.

"The police have their own procedures for handling cases, so please be patient." Zhang Qiao glanced at her, somewhat speechless. The intelligence of college students these days is worrying.

He walked up to Ye Xingchen and was slightly taken aback: "Brother, is that you?"

"Yes." Ye Xingchen smiled.

"You, you know each other?" Jiang Nianzhen was dumbfounded.

"Don't worry, we know each other, but I will still handle this matter impartially." Zhang Qiao asked, "What's going on?"

"Here's the situation," Ye Xingchen told Zhang Qiao, picking out the key points, and then said, "Aren't they cracking down on organized crime right now? A fight involving three or more people can be classified as organized crime."

"That's right." Zhang Qiao nodded.

"There were six or seven people here. I acted in self-defense, though of course, I went a little overboard," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.

"Do you think this is self-defense? You're hitting someone!" Jiang Nianzhen was almost bursting with anger.