Chapter 2175 — Taking the Fight to Them

"No need for schemes. We go straight to this Li Biaohan, I break his ribs for you, and then we make him pay up." Wei Zhao said, "If you won't go, I'll go myself!"

"I... fine, let's go!" Zhao Shengji saw that Wei Zhao was standing up for him, and if he still hung back now he would truly be a coward. At that thought he gritted his teeth and sprang out of bed. He found, sure enough, that the bone was much better—apart from a faint, lingering ache, there seemed to be nothing else wrong...

"Ah, then I'll go too!" Bai Weituo sighed. At this point, if he didn't go, wouldn't that make him a coward as well?

Chai Xiaoling, for her part, was calm. "Wei Zhao, are you sure about this? If you're not, we should let the school handle it."

"Heh. You think I'd do them harm?" Wei Zhao countered.

"That... no, of course not." Chai Xiaoling thought it over. Wei Zhao had always stood by the brothers in their dorm. Harming them was out of the question. And every time Wei Zhao did something, he did it with a plan—like Bai Weituo's drinking contest before, and later how he'd helped Bai Weituo at the Lion-Tiger Park and gotten Zhang Duopan and Fan Ganhe bitten by lions. Chai Xiaoling had no idea how Wei Zhao had managed it, but all of it proved that Wei Zhao was no hothead.

"In that case, let's go." Wei Zhao said, and walked out of the ward.

It was midday, and the nurses and doctors had all gone to lunch, so luckily no one was about—otherwise they'd surely have questioned Zhao Shengji's discharge. The only nurse on duty didn't even know Zhao Shengji.

Since the decision was made, Bai Weituo said nothing more and took Wei Zhao straight to the boxing club's headquarters. But it wasn't a time when the club was active; apart from two underlings practicing their punches, there was no one else there.

"Who are you looking for? Here to sign up?" These two underlings were the lowest of the low, freshmen who had just joined the boxing club this year, so they handled registering new members and recruiting.

"Where's Li Biaohan?" Wei Zhao had no time for small talk.

"President Li isn't here. Is there something you need?" One of the underlings stopped his practice. Hearing the unfriendly tone in Wei Zhao's voice, he frowned and came over.

"Call him. Tell him someone's come looking for trouble!" Wei Zhao had no patience for chitchat with an underling.

"So you're here to crash the place!" The underling finally understood Wei Zhao's intent.

"Crash the place? Li Biaohan isn't important enough for that. This place isn't worth my time. I don't have time to dawdle with you—make the call, now!" Wei Zhao waved his hand impatiently.

The underling eyed the three of them—Wei Zhao, Zhao Shengji, and Bai Weituo—automatically dismissing Chai Xiaoling since she was a girl. He weighed things up: he and the other boy were new to the club and not especially skilled, and two against three gave them no advantage. He hesitated, a cold glint flashing through his eyes, then said, "Then wait here!"

He didn't have Li Biaohan's number—he wasn't important enough to have it. He was just a newcomer in the club. But he did have the number of the club's vice president.

"Hello? Brother Gao? This is Xiao Liuzi from the boxing club. Someone's here to crash the place... right, three of them!" The underling ran to a corner and called the club's vice president, Gao Lutong. Li Biaohan rarely came to the club; the day-to-day affairs were all run by Vice President Gao Lutong.

Though the underling was some distance from Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao still caught what he said. Hearing him call some Vice President Gao, a trace of mockery crossed Wei Zhao's lips, but he didn't call him out.

Wei Zhao had already guessed the general situation: a small fry like this would be lucky to have the vice president's number, and probably couldn't reach the president at all. No matter—he'd just have this Vice President Gao summon Li Biaohan.

"Boss... we..." Bai Weituo was a little uneasy. "Should I talk to my grandfather? Have the school step in? My grandfather still carries some weight at the school..."

"No need." Wei Zhao said, "If you go to the school, they'll think you're afraid of them, and they'll come after you again afterward. The most direct way is to break their leader's ribs and make him pay up—then they won't dare again."

"..." Bai Weituo gave a bitter smile. If Li Biaohan were really that easy to deal with, he couldn't have run roughshod over the school for all these years!

Before long, Gao Lutong appeared at the boxing club entrance with four burly, barrel-chested thugs. Before he'd even stepped inside, he was bellowing, "Who's got the nerve to make a racket at the boxing club? Tired of living?"

"Nobody here's making a racket—you're the one making a racket. Tired of living?" Wei Zhao looked at the newcomer with the expression of one beholding an idiot.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gao Lutong was stunned, not catching Wei Zhao's drift.

Bai Weituo and Zhao Shengji, however, understood perfectly and secretly stifled their laughter, while Chai Xiaoling couldn't help but smile.

But when Zhao Shengji got a clear look at Gao Lutong's face, his expression froze! The man who had led the beating was none other than this Vice President Gao Lutong!

"Brother Gao, what he means is that just now only you were making a racket, so you were calling yourself tired of living..." one of Gao Lutong's sharper underlings hurried to explain.

"Damn you, playing word games with me?" Gao Lutong flew into a rage and jabbed a finger at Wei Zhao. "Kid, in all these years, no one's dared come crash the boxing club. You're a real piece of work, I'll give you that!"

"Word games? That's just your IQ being too low. I don't have time to waste on you—go fetch that President Li Biaohan of yours." Wei Zhao said impatiently.

"Fetch Brother Biaohan? Are you even worthy?" Gao Lutong looked mockingly at the four of them, then his gaze suddenly landed on Zhao Shengji, and he was somewhat surprised. "It's you? Kid, so you've brought people to settle scores?"

Though Zhao Shengji was a little afraid, now that he'd been recognized there was no hiding from it. He could only steel himself and say, "That's right, my boss brought me here to settle scores!"

"Just as I thought. But you fat fool, seems I didn't beat you hard enough last time—you actually dared come back to settle scores? I see you don't plan on leaving the hospital this semester!" Gao Lutong laughed instead of getting angry, and drove a fist straight at Zhao Shengji. This time it was even more vicious than last time, aimed right at Zhao Shengji's face!!!!