Zhao Hongjun quickly led the group to the corridor of the senior class. The corridor was already full of people, a mass of black people, all with cold and malicious eyes. The people behind Zhao Hongjun were all terrified, looking at the people around them timidly like frightened rabbits, and couldn't help trembling all over. But Zhao Hongjun was not afraid at all, and he walked with his gaited steps, which still felt quite heroic.
A few meters away from the Four Heavenly Kings, Zhao Hongjun stopped and said bluntly, "I'm here to look for Wang Hao. It has nothing to do with anyone else. Hurry up and ask him to come out and tell him that his Grandpa Zhao is here."
Gong Ning counted on his fingers and said, "Our brother Hao is still sleeping in the dormitory. Let's go find him after we get through this."
"Okay, since the master is not here, let's take out our anger on his dog first!" Zhao Hongjun waved his hand proudly: "Brothers, come on!"
Gong Ning and the others were all on high alert; they knew that this kid was good at kung fu, and they had to attack together to defeat him.
Unfortunately, when Zhao Hongjun ran over, none of the students behind him moved. They all stood there stupidly without moving.
Soon, Zhao Hongjun was knocked to the ground. However, Gong Ning and the others also suffered some losses. Every time they beat this guy, they had to cooperate well. Moreover, this guy's fists and feet were very hard, and it hurt a lot when he hit him.
“What?!”
In the midst of the punching and kicking, there was a sudden shout, and everyone stopped. Zhao Hongjun got up, pointed at the group of students who hadn't moved, and said, "You bunch of bastards, wait and see how I'll deal with you later!"
As he was talking, someone grabbed Zhao Hongjun by the collar. "Damn, who is that?" Zhao Hongjun turned his head and saw a tall man. When this man appeared, everyone stopped moving. Some students retreated quietly and hid in the classroom.
With a loud slap, the man slapped Zhao Hongjun in the face. Zhao Hongjun felt his head buzzing, and then the man's voice rang out: "Why are you fighting here instead of going to morning self-study? What do you think Chenggao is?"
As soon as this sentence was said, even fewer students came to the corridor. If not now, when? No one wanted to offend the slap king.
Zhao Hongjun also recognized the slap king. He panted and said, "Wang Hao fights every day, why don't you care?"
There were no students left in the corridor, and it was as quiet as it was at the beginning, with only the angry Slap King and the equally angry Zhao Hongjun.
"Haha, you compare yourself to him?" The Slap King grabbed his ear and slapped him again, "What hair on your body can compare to him? Do you know how much he paid to get to this point?"
The slap king's slap was naturally extraordinary. Even though Zhao Hongjun had practiced martial arts since childhood, he still felt a buzzing in his head, as if he had a concussion. Zhao Hongjun was extremely angry and punched the slap king in the chest. The slap king kicked Zhao Hongjun and made him step back several steps. Zhao Hongjun's fancy skills were completely insignificant in front of the slap king. The gap between minors and adults was too big, and the slap king was an experienced veteran.
"What do you think of Chenggao?!" The Slap King grabbed Zhao Hongjun by the collar and slapped him left and right.
When the new students come in, not only the four kings want to establish their authority, but also the slap king. Poor Zhao Hongjun has become a target. No wonder, who made him run into the muzzle of the gun? This student who originally behaved low-key ended up in big trouble because of a girl.
Of course, if the Slap King knew that the student he was beating was Zhao Tiequan’s son, he probably wouldn’t have hit him so hard. In the corridor of the senior year, the Slap King slapped the student one after another. Zhao Hongjun had no power to fight back and was beaten back step by step. The students leaned on the windows of the classroom, looking at the scene in the corridor in horror. In their impression, the Slap King hadn’t been so angry for a long time. After more than a dozen slaps, the Slap King felt his hands were a little numb. When he was about to stop, Zhao Hongjun, who was bleeding from the nose and had a swollen cheek, shouted: "Keep on hitting me, you’re a bastard if you don’t kill me today!"
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