"Hey, whatever you want to say!" Perhaps seeing that the two big guys had come out, Zhang Xiaoyong felt that he was safe, so he said, "I also said that it was you who chased me and hacked me all the way. More than a dozen of my brothers can testify to that!"
"Alright, stop arguing here." Nie Yuanlong said, "We came here today to discuss this matter. You two should present any evidence and witnesses you have. Brother Feng and I will review them and handle the matter impartially."
"Okay, Brother Hao, put the knife down." Nie Yuanlong continued.
My knife was still on Zhang Xiaoyong's shoulder. I smiled and said, "Actually, I did this just to tell everyone that if I really wanted to chop him, I would never chop his stomach, but his neck." As soon as I finished speaking, the steel knife moved away with my arm, and then slashed towards Zhang Xiaoyong's neck!
Everyone's eyes widened. Even a Daluo Jinxian would not be able to rescue Zhang Xiaoyong from my hands now!
Zhang Xiaoyong's face turned even paler. He wanted to dodge the knife but was powerless. In addition, he was seriously injured and had difficulty moving. So he could only watch the knife coming at him, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.
With a "swish" sound, the steel knife flashed a white light, but stopped beside Zhang Xiaoyong's neck.
The distance is probably... only one centimeter.
Silence. It was so quiet that it killed people.
Zhang Xiaoyong swallowed hard and looked at Qiu Feng for help: "Brother Feng..." He looked like a poor child complaining to his mother. However, everyone was relieved. If I really killed Zhang Xiaoyong here, it would be a big deal.
"Wang Hao, what do you want to do!" Qiu Feng yelled.
"Nothing." I smiled and took back the knife: "I just want to tell you that when I cut someone, I will cut directly on the neck."
"Alright, alright, Brother Hao was just joking, everyone go in," Nie Yuanlong said to smooth things over.
Qiu Feng snorted and walked into the classroom first. Nie Yuanlong followed closely behind him and also walked in. Then it was me and the Four Red Sticks, and then Zhang Yunfei and the others walked in with the frightened Zhang Xiaoyong.
The classroom was naturally empty. In the open space at the back of the classroom, two rows of tables were neatly arranged. Nie Yuanlong and Qiu Feng sat in the first row, and the others sat on both sides. The four red sticks faced the four generals. My status was slightly different, so I sat below Nie Yuanlong. This posture felt quite formal, with a bit of the flavor of a round table meeting.
I looked at no one but Zhang Xiaoyong, and I looked at him with a smile. Zhang Xiaoyong was frightened by my gaze and said angrily, "Wang Hao, what do you mean? You cut me and still humiliate me? I was careless last time. If we had a duel, I might not have been chopped like this!" I took off my shirt, revealing the bandages on my front and back, and sneered, "What you want to say is exactly what I want to say. I hope we can have a duel in the future, otherwise you can't expect to get any advantage from me."
"Okay, stop this meaningless argument." Nie Yuanlong frowned and said. I cursed his ancestors in my heart. Zhang Xiaoyong mocked me, Qiu Feng didn't say anything yet; I just said a few words, and you came out to stop me.
What the hell is this stupid boss? Don’t the Four Red Sticks feel aggrieved following him?
Nie Yuanlong continued, "Everyone here knows that the power of the vocational college is now divided into three parts. They are me, Brother Feng, and that foreign student Yu Chengfei who has suddenly become popular." When Nie Yuanlong mentioned the name "Yu Chengfei", he tried his best to show some disdain in his tone, but his face still became solemn involuntarily. And after hearing this name, the others were a little restless and flustered, and some even coughed twice to cover up their nervousness.
Seeing them like this, I naturally wanted to laugh. Just by mentioning the name, these guys were scared like this. If the real person came, who knows what would happen.
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