The driver adjusted his glasses, shut down his laptop, and sped off towards the Zhang family's house.

at the same time.

Zhang Qiang was completely unaware that Zhou Yi had already escaped. Not only that, but his retribution was about to come, while he was still in the KTV bragging to a few of his cronies about how amazing he was.

"Hahahaha! Of course, I've disliked Zhou Yi for a long time. He looks like a pretty boy and he's always bothering Su Qingjiao."

"Don't you even consider whether you're good enough for Su Qingjiao?"

"Come here. Your idea this time is pretty good. I didn't expect you to be such a strategist."

Zhang Qiang pointed to a boy wearing glasses and praised him with satisfaction.

If it weren't for this person's idea to lure the counselor out first, then get the counselor's phone to send a WeChat message to Zhou Yi, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

If it weren't for using the counselor's name, how could they have tricked Zhou Yi into going to the old classroom building?

Zhou Yi is a very guarded person; he usually won't go if a stranger calls him.

And this plan was clearly the idea of ​​the bespectacled man in front of them.

The bespectacled man fawned, "Who doesn't know that you're a big shot at school, Brother Qiang? Who told him to be so blind as to try and steal your girlfriend?"

"This is all Zhou Yi's own doing."

"Besides, we covered this up perfectly. Even if Zhou Yi suspects it was us, he has no evidence to prove it. And even if he does prove it, so what? Would he dare to do anything to Brother Qiang?"

Zhang Qiang looked at the bespectacled man with a wicked grin, then raised his wine glass and clinked it with the bespectacled man's.

Well said.

What is Zhou Yi's identity?

And what is my own identity?

Would he dare?!

I wouldn't dare!

“Brother Qiang, I think Zhou Yi definitely doesn’t have a mirror at home. I’m planning to crowdfund to send him a mirror so he can see what he looks like.”

"I bet by tomorrow morning, Zhou Yi will be scared out of his wits, hahaha. When I go to open the door tomorrow, I must take a picture of him looking terrified."

“Zhou Yi is nowhere near as good as one of Qiang Ge’s toes. He’s just a gigolo who only knows how to live off women.”

The other underlings mocked Zhou Yi and joined in toasting with Zhang Qiang.

Everyone was a little drunk, and Zhang Qiang checked the time and realized it was getting late.

Although he was domineering and tyrannical at school, he was very afraid of his father at home. His father stipulated that he must be home before nine o'clock, and he dared not disobey.

After paying the bill, Zhang Qiang hailed a taxi at the entrance.

The Zhang family is quite well-off; they bought a large, single-level apartment with one unit per floor, located in the very center of Luzhou, occupying over 300 square meters on the fifth floor.

Zhang Qiang unlocked his door with his fingerprint at the front door.

Unsurprisingly, Zhang's father, who was sitting on the sofa watching the news, smelled the alcohol on his son and immediately scolded him with a stern face: "Why do you smell so much alcohol?"

"Cut ties with those bad friends as soon as possible; they'll only lead you astray."

"You'll get corrupted by your surroundings. If you get led astray by those bad students and end up getting stabbed in the back, it'll be your own fault."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiang immediately retorted defiantly, "Dad, you just want me to die sooner, don't you? Well, you'll be disappointed."

"I was very popular at school. I was the one who bullied others, not the other way around."

Zhang's father was so angry at Zhang Qiang's words that he almost laughed. What good interpersonal relationships? He just couldn't see reality!

I thought those bastards were befriending him because of him, but they clearly only wanted to get something out of him because of his status! What an idiot!

Mr. Zhang wanted to say a few more words of advice, but then the doorbell rang.

"At this time? It's probably another supplier coming to give me gifts."

Zhang's father urged Zhang Qiang to hurry back to his room with a look of disdain. He then slowly walked over and opened the door, saying, "Don't stand here and embarrass yourself. Hurry up and go back to your room."

"Creak!"

As soon as the door opened, a man in a black suit stood in the doorway. He was about 1.77 or 1.78 meters tall, and his eyes were incredibly cold and fierce.

When Mr. Zhang opened the door, the man in the black suit didn't say a word, but he exuded a strong aura. Mr. Zhang ignored him and strode in.

Mr. Zhang was suspicious; this man didn't seem like a simple person. He asked cautiously, "Who are you looking for?"

It was too late for him to stop him; the man in the black suit had already walked into the house.

Behind the man was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a school badge on his chest that belonged to the same school as his son—a unique identifier of prestigious schools in Luzhou.

The boy had a handsome face, a gentle demeanor, and a faint smile on his lips.

That wasn't all. Behind the boy were two men in black suits. It seemed that these three men were the boy's bodyguards, responsible for protecting his safety.

Could he be my son's classmate?

As a purchasing manager at a large company, Zhang's father had the insight to tell that Zhou Yi's family background was definitely better than his own.

He might even be a rich second-generation heir.

A smile appeared on Zhang's father's face as he was about to ask Zhou Yi if he had come to see his son.

However, the next second—

The lead bodyguard quickly walked up behind Zhang Qiang, grabbed him by the back of his neck and collar, and lifted him up like a chick.

Zhou Yi walked straight past Zhang's father, clenched his fist, and punched Zhang Qiang in the nose. Instantly, blood and screams echoed throughout the hall.

The bodyguard grabbed Zhang Qiang, lifted him up, and then released him. Zhang Qiang, who was struggling, slammed down in front of Zhou Yi with a thud, making his bones crack and his face contort in pain.

"ah!!!"

"Son!" Zhang's mother cried out in fright at the sight.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Mr. Zhang realized that the four people were there to cause trouble, so he immediately questioned them loudly and took out his phone.

The last bodyguard to enter looked up and slapped Zhang's father's phone away, then grabbed Zhang's father by the neck with one hand and closed the door with the other.

“Mr. Zhang, since you can’t control your son’s trouble-making outside, then you should just watch our young master teach your son a lesson.”

Zhang's father wasn't thin, weighing over 160 pounds.

But in front of this bodyguard, he was like a chicken with its neck being choked. No matter how hard he struggled, the bodyguard could restrain him with one hand.

Mr. Zhang's face turned red, and he was practically dragged and lifted into the living room.

At the same time, Zhang's mother was also dragged over by a bodyguard. Her slippers had fallen off during the dragging, and she was thrown barefoot next to Zhang's father in a disheveled state.

"Zhou Yi!!!" When Zhang Qiang saw that Zhou Yi had brought his helpers, and that his parents had been grabbed before they could even struggle, Zhang Qiang sobered up considerably. He covered his bleeding nose and roared angrily at Zhou Yi in a low voice.

"Are you crazy?! You dare hit me?! What are you doing in my house?!"

"You're trespassing, which is illegal."

"You are over eighteen years old, and you will be held legally responsible for what you have done."