The afternoon sunlight spilled across the street.
Tap.
Tap.
Andrew Han strode purposefully toward the bus stop, his mind as calm as a still lake, utterly undisturbed. He nodded a farewell to his cousin Helen Han, unwilling to waste his precious time.
His goal: Third Rank!
With the power of Third Rank martial arts, he would enter the Academy, letting his parents experience the joy, excitement, and pride they never knew in his previous life. Since he had been reborn, why settle for less than before?
Last time, he barely made it into an Elite University. This time, he was determined to reach even higher.
"Graywhite Aura."
Andrew Han silently recited the phrase as he reached the bus stop, casually reaching into his tracksuit pocket—only to find it empty.
His pocket was as barren as a wasteland.
"Strange, where's my student card?"
Andrew Han frowned, suddenly realizing: "Could it be... I dropped my student card in the KTV lounge just now?"
——
Red Melody KTV, medium-sized lounge on the third floor.
A pale-faced young man with white hair, draped in a red leather jacket and a skull iron chain on his left wrist, stared at the frightened Kevin Wang. He spoke coolly, "Kid, I finally found you. So, what do you have to say for yourself, hmm?"
Crack!
He casually picked up a glass filled with orange juice and smashed it onto the lounge floor, the chaotic sound of shattering echoing through the quiet room, as if it struck at the hearts of Grace Chen and her friends.
?
???
A wave of confusion, shock, and numb bewilderment filled their hearts. The four girls hugged themselves, shrinking into the corner of the couch, watching this inexplicable disaster unfold before their eyes.
What's going on?
Grace Chen glanced in confusion at Helen Han, whose expression remained calm, searching for answers.
Just moments ago, they had been happily singing, when suddenly seven or eight young men burst into the lounge, turned off the music, and swaggered in with brazen arrogance.
"What is happening here?"
Helen Han furrowed her delicate brows, observing the pale-faced youth: "Did he have a conflict with Kevin Wang before? And now, by chance, they meet here? How could it be such a coincidence?"
She pressed her lips together.
Though uneasy, she wasn't panicked... Her father, George Han, ran two companies in Riverdale and held some status. As long as she didn't provoke anyone, she didn't need to worry about being implicated.
Helen Han frowned, but remained composed.
But the faces of Grace Chen and the other three girls were ashen, anxiety swirling in their hearts. They had never experienced anything like this before; the fact that they hadn't screamed on the spot was already impressive.
"Heh heh."
The white-haired youth ran his fingers through his hair and sneered, "You're pretty bold, kid. Driving that junk car, honking at me, and almost hitting me! You missed by just a hair!"
As he spoke,
He stomped on the glass tabletop in the lounge, shattering it—crack!
"The other day, you drove off before I could do anything. But today, I just happened to run into you here." The white-haired youth spoke coolly, his tone carrying a chilling menace.
"Go ahead, speak."
"What do you plan to do about it?"
The white-haired youth bit a cigarette and took two slow drags.
He practiced martial arts and had sharp eyes; just now, he'd recognized Kevin Wang in the restroom.
So he brought his crew—the seven burly men standing behind him, all broad-shouldered and thickset. Three or four of them had muscular arms covered in fierce tattoos, looking downright menacing.
Kevin Wang's face twitched uncontrollably, on the verge of tears.
He remembered this white-haired youth quite clearly.
In short, he'd thoroughly angered this Cayenne-driving, white-haired youth.
Kevin Wang was forcing a bitter smile when the white-haired youth lost patience, stepped forward, grabbed a second glass of juice, and smashed it over Kevin's head, then swung his right palm back and forth like a giant fan.
Slap slap slap—he landed more than ten blows on Kevin Wang's face.
"B-big brother..."
"Please, go easy, go easy... I was wrong, I'm sorry..."
Kevin Wang was dazed from the beating, both cheeks instantly swollen, orange juice dripping down his face as he could only mutter unconscious pleas for forgiveness.
"Kid."
The white-haired youth yanked Kevin Wang's short hair and snarled, "Tell me, how should we settle this, hmm?"
Bang bang!
He slammed Kevin Wang's head onto the glass tabletop by his hair.
Kevin Wang tried to struggle.
One of the muscular men behind the white-haired youth suddenly kicked Kevin Wang in the stomach, making his gut churn with pain so intense that his vision went black—he nearly fainted on the spot.
That kick was vicious, landing squarely on Kevin Wang's abdomen and shattering any hope he had left.
"You little brat."
The white-haired youth sneered twice, still gripping Kevin Wang's hair, and cast a shadowy glance at Grace Chen and the other three girls sitting nearby. He grinned, "Alright, let your friends have a few drinks with me tonight, and we'll call it even."
"B-big brother, that's not really appropriate..." Kevin Wang tried to reason.
Bang!
The white-haired youth's right hand swept across Kevin Wang's face like a hurricane, nearly knocking him senseless.
"Go on."
"Explain it to your friends. It's just a couple of drinks with me, nothing more," the white-haired youth sneered.
Gulp.
Kevin Wang forced down a swallow, terrified and broken after the beating, no longer daring to resist.
Juice dripped from his forehead, his windbreaker was a mess, and hesitation flickered in his eyes.
"Ahem."
Kevin Wang coughed, nervously glancing at the menacing white-haired youth and then at the seven or eight burly men, fear gripping his heart.
At that moment,
Helen Han's voice rang out: "Sir, please mind your words. Whatever conflict you have with Kevin Wang has nothing to do with us. Please leave now, or we'll call the police!"
Clearly,
Her composure far surpassed that of Grace Chen and the other roommates.
"Call the police?" The white-haired youth chuckled softly. "Miss, we're just getting to know each other. If you want to call the police, go ahead—whatever makes you happy. But this little brat... Kevin Wang, right?"
With that,
He gave a sinister laugh, clearly up to no good.
"You..."
Helen Han's expression changed; she frowned deeply.
As long as the white-haired youth didn't break the law, even calling the police would be pointless. At most, it would be considered a fight, and the police wouldn't intervene.
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However,
Kevin Wang gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse: "Grace Chen... please, I'm begging you, help me out."
What?
Grace Chen was struck as if by lightning; her pale face turned slowly, staring at Kevin Wang in disbelief. She couldn't believe those words came from someone she had feelings for.
In an instant, all the fondness she felt shattered to pieces.
"No way!"
Helen Han snapped coldly, grabbing Grace Chen's hand and signaling the other two roommates with her eyes—they were ready to leave, wanting nothing to do with this mess.
"Wait!"
The white-haired youth called out.
Two of the seven burly men stepped forward, blocking the path between the couch and the glass table with mocking grins.
Helen Han gritted her teeth and glared at the white-haired youth. "What do you want?"
"Just a couple of drinks, to get acquainted," the white-haired youth said with a smile. "No need to be so wary—this is a public place, after all. What could possibly happen? Two drinks and the grudge is gone, isn't that great? Aren't you going to help him out?"
As he spoke,
He kicked Kevin Wang twice, making him beg for mercy repeatedly.
A trace of pity flashed across the girls' faces as they glanced at the white-haired youth and Kevin Wang, completely at a loss for what to do.
"Grace... Grace Chen, help me!"
"It's just two drinks, come on!" Kevin Wang's voice was hoarse. "Big brother said so himself, it's nothing serious."
Grace Chen hesitated.
Helen Han was thoroughly furious. "Kevin Wang, do you even call yourself a man? You get yourself into trouble and expect us to drink for you? You're disgusting!"
The white-haired youth tried to smooth things over: "Don't be angry, don't get worked up, let's just talk this out."
The other seven burly men chuckled mockingly.
In that moment, the carefree, joyful atmosphere turned suffocating and oppressive, as if storm clouds had blotted out the sky. Grace Chen and the other girls went pale, while Helen Han's face flushed with anger.
"Please, Grace Chen, help me!"
Kevin Wang hung his head, his expression hidden, nearly begging.
"Shut up!"
Helen Han snapped in fury.
Grace Chen and the other girls bit their lips, panic rising in their hearts as their minds spun in confusion.
Suddenly,
"Helen Han!" Kevin Wang clenched his fists and pounded the sofa, growling, "It's just a couple of drinks! Just drink a little! What's the big deal? Helen Han, will a little alcohol kill you??"
Kevin Wang's ugly side was on full display.
Helen Han was shaking with rage, Grace Chen's face was ghostly pale, utterly disappointed in Kevin Wang... Yet no one noticed the door to the private room had cracked open.
Next—creak.
The door to the private room swung open softly.
A young man in a black tracksuit stood at the doorway, his expression as cold and emotionless as a frozen river. His hands hung at his sides, eyes narrowed as he spoke softly, "Drinking?"
"Who? Who dares make my cousin drink?"
No sooner had he finished speaking...
"Was it you?" Han Dong stepped forward, grabbed the nearest burly man, his right hand like an iron clamp squeezing the man's thick arm. With all his strength, he slammed him down onto the floor.
W-wait!
The burly man hadn't figured out what was happening before an unstoppable force lifted him up and slammed him down!
He had no power to resist!
Boom!!
He flew through the air, spinning, and crashed onto the dark marble floor, making the whole room tremble!
A deep, muffled thud followed.
His right arm was completely dislocated.
The white-haired youth froze, then flew into a thunderous rage, glaring fiercely as he turned.
He was just about to shout and start a fight when his eyes went wide, his whole body shuddered, and he quickly waved his hand to stop his men from retaliating. He stammered out a nervous smile: "B-big brother."
Thud.
Han Dong had just stepped onto the tiled floor, stopping his advance. "Hm?"
The white-haired youth smoothed his hair and hurriedly said, "I'm Qian Xing, we met a couple of weeks ago. Big brother, please don't do anything—it's all a misunderstanding."
"It's all just a misunderstanding!"
Qian Xing was trembling all over.
That night, after going home and describing Han Dong—his most admired big brother, a second-rank martial artist and head coach at a martial arts school, with a martial arts master as his mentor—had gripped his shoulder in panic and issued a stern warning.
He couldn't forget.
He would never forget.
The next moment, Han Dong said coolly, "You tried to make my cousin drink?"
Qian Xing's thoughts were interrupted, and he froze. Then, like a startled tomcat, he leapt half a meter into the air and lunged at the stunned Kevin Wang, grabbing him by his short hair.
Bang!
Qian Xing slammed Kevin Wang's head onto the glass tabletop!
"You little punk, you made big brother's sister drink?"
"Lawless! Lawless! What about the law? What about morals?
This is a failure of law! This is a collapse of morals! Even I, Qian Xing, can't stand it—I won't tolerate it, absolutely won't!"
Bang bang bang!
In the medium-sized private room, only the dull thuds of the beating remained.