護花近衛 - 第30章 以暴制暴 - 翰墨軒

"Xiaofu, what the hell are you playing at?" Zhong Yongliang, who had no idea what Gao Xiaofu was up against, saw the two of them locked in a tug-of-war and barked at him.

"Brother Liang, this kid's got some brute strength," Gao Xiaofu said.

"Naipao, get in there with him." Zhong Yongliang was annoyed. He hadn't expected the kid to have some moves. Most students were scared witless the moment they set foot on this rooftop, before anyone had even lifted a hand.

"Wei Zhao, look out!" Seeing Wei Zhao tied up with Gao Xiaofu while Zhang Naipao came charging in from the other side with a mop handle, Kang Xiaofeng hurriedly called out a warning.

Wei Zhao had assumed that when these students fought, it was all just bluster and threat. He had not expected them to bring out such weapons as chair legs and mop handles. A blow to the head from one of those would mean serious injury, no question.

Afraid that Wei Zhao could not handle it alone, Kang Xiaofeng steeled himself and went to meet Zhang Naipao head-on. Zhang Naipao had never imagined that Kang Xiaofeng, who never said a word in class, would dare to stand against him, and he was thoroughly displeased.

So Zhang Naipao was in no hurry to attack Wei Zhao; he decided to put Kang Xiaofeng down first.

Wei Zhao had a rough measure of Kang Xiaofeng's ability, and from the way he faced the enemy, it was plain he was no seasoned fighter. That he had come up to the rooftop with Wei Zhao at all was purely out of brotherly loyalty, and Wei Zhao found that rare and precious.

Kang Xiaofeng was scared stiff. He had never been in a fight and had no idea what to do at this moment, so he simply shut his eyes and charged forward swinging both arms. Zhang Naipao had never seen anyone like this—charging forward with his eyes closed? Wasn't that just asking to die?

Zhang Naipao cackled and swung the mop handle at Kang Xiaofeng. This time Wei Zhao did not dare to hold back; if he did not get ruthless now, Kang Xiaofeng would likely breathe his last right here today.

At that thought, Wei Zhao stopped being polite. With a sudden twist of his arm he yanked hard forward, sending Gao Xiaofu stumbling, then lashed out with a ferocious kick. Before Gao Xiaofu even understood what was happening, he had let go of the chair leg and was crouching on the ground clutching his belly in agony.

Gao Xiaofu's face turned the color of pork liver; he felt the barbecue he had eaten at noon churning in his stomach, as if it were about to come back up.

Kang Xiaofeng charged blindly forward, then suddenly felt a fierce gust sweep past in front of him. He opened his eyes to see a mop handle dropping fast from above his head. His heart seized—it's over, this is the end.

Kang Xiaofeng thought of his mother, laid off and at home; of his father toiling away in the factory; of his elder sister working away from home... If he were injured, how would they ever pay the medical bills...

With a great crack, Kang Xiaofeng felt the world spinning around him. It was all over...

"Awooo—" A shrill howl jolted Kang Xiaofeng so hard he flinched. But when he touched his head, there seemed to be nothing wrong at all. Puzzled, he opened his eyes and saw Zhang Naipao clutching his head, twitching in pain on the ground, his forehead covered in blood.

Wei Zhao still exercised a measure of restraint when he struck. He had not aimed at the back of Zhang Naipao's skull or his temples, the two fatal spots, but had chosen the forehead instead—a harder place, where a blow from a chair leg could not do too much damage, at most leaving a bloody gash and a mild concussion.

Of course, Wei Zhao had already shown mercy; otherwise, wherever the blow had landed, Zhang Naipao's brains would have burst out.