Liu Tian's face was also not looking good; he was covered in bruises from the beating.

Ye Zhou lowered his head and said, "I originally wanted to show you around the campus and let you have some fun, but I didn't expect this to happen."

"I'm fine. Look at you now, your right hand is injured, you can't even hold a pen. Isn't this delaying your studies?"

As the two were talking, Ye Zhou was summoned inside.

Liu Tian continued, "Old Zhou, just tell the truth, those people can't escape!"

Ye Zhou nodded and walked into the interrogation room.

One police officer was in charge of the interrogation, while newly recruited Officer Fang Yan took a statement.

Ye Zhou recounted everything in detail.

The officer nodded and said, "You're smart enough not to fight back. Now the blame lies entirely with those eight people. If you had fought back, it might have turned into a brawl, and then it would have been difficult to determine who was responsible."

Ye Zhou's eyelashes drooped slightly. If he hadn't thought of An Youhe at the last moment, he wouldn't have cared about anything else.

"Now, call Feng Kun, the leader, over. You two should try to negotiate first. Try to clear things up and discuss whether it's compensation or something else?"

"OK."

Feng Kun walked in with his hands in his pockets, strutting in like an old rogue. When he saw Ye Zhou in front of the interrogation table, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Feng Kun, this is a police station. Please straighten your attitude!" the officer said sternly.

Feng Kun sneered, took his hands out of his pockets, and sat down opposite Ye Zhou.

"You two should try to negotiate first. If that fails, then the police will handle it." The officer looked at Ye Zhou. "What are your demands of Feng Kunfang? What would it take for you to agree to a settlement?"

Feng Kun sneered, "What's there to talk about? It's just a small cut on your hand. You just want money, right? How much? I can afford it! You poor students, all you want is money, right?"

"Feng Kun, if you continue to speak like this, the police will intervene directly!" the officer shouted sternly.

Ye Zhou raised his eyes, glanced lazily at Feng Kun, and smiled.

“I don’t lack money, officer. All I want is an apology from him, and that he never set foot on the campus of Tsinghua or Peking University again. That’s all I ask for.”

Feng Kun's smile vanished, replaced by a furrowed brow. "Are you looking down on me? Are you deliberately insulting me? No apology? Tsinghua and Peking University are just lousy schools. I can go there whenever I want!"

"Feng Kun, do you know that you have committed intentional assault and disorderly conduct? How dare you be so arrogant in front of the victim? Are you not going to agree to a settlement?" the officer asked.

Feng Kun looked at Ye Zhou, placing his hands on the table: "I said, money is fine, but an apology is not. You figure it out yourself!"

Ye Zhou sat upright, neither humble nor arrogant, and suddenly smiled.

"Really? Then I'll grant your request. Five million, and I'll accept the settlement."

Ye Zhou wasn't just making unreasonable demands; he wouldn't risk his dignity for a number less than that.

Feng Kun's smile vanished. He never expected Ye Zhou to answer like that. A few thousand or tens of thousands would be fine, but five million? This person in front of him was determined to send him to prison and had no intention of reconciliation.

Feng Kun's chest heaved, his anger simmering within him, but he refrained from acting because of the presence of the police.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room plummeted to freezing point. Just as the negotiations were about to break down, the police were preparing to intervene.

One of the remaining seven people rushed in, ran up to Ye Zhou, and knelt down.

Ye Zhou couldn't help but frown.

Then, the remaining people ran in and knelt down in front of Ye Zhou.

Those boys looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and they all looked like naive and impulsive young men.

"We're sorry, we promise we'll never set foot in Tsinghua or Peking University again. We're sorry, we shouldn't have fought and caused trouble. Please forgive us!"

"Bang!—"

"Bang!—"

"Bang!—"

The three resounding slaps caught Ye Zhou off guard.

Feng Kun jumped up in a panic: "What are you doing? Have you forgotten the rules of the martial world?"

The police officer who was questioning them stood up and said in a deep voice to the group of young men, "Now you're scared, afraid of having a criminal record? Why were you so reckless when you were beating them?"

The thug looked up at Feng Kun and said, "We're still in high school and will have to take the college entrance exam. We don't want to have a criminal record."

Others chimed in.

"I still need to find a job later."

"I don't want to leave a negative impact on my child."

"I don't want to go to a juvenile detention center."

Feng Kun became even more agitated and stretched out his foot to kick the person, but was pulled away by the police.

"You fucking bastards, with so many concerns, you still dare to hang out with me! You're wasting my feelings. I was hoping to properly train you from a young age!"

Among the teenagers, one of them suddenly let out a low sob. He had never seen such a scene before and was completely terrified.

Gradually, all three or four of them started crying.

Ye Zhou's expression was not good; he was somewhat irritable and pressed the tip of his tongue against his mouth.

"Alright, I won't pursue this further."

The police officer was also stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard. The crying teenagers looked up, equally incredulous.

Ye Zhou repeated himself, "I won't pursue this further, but you must promise not to cause trouble again. Behave like students, go back to school if you need to, and do whatever you need to do."

"Okay, thank you for your generosity, brother." The boy said, his face streaked with tears.

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