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"What? Wei Zhao? He's here? Where?" Zhong Yongliang was startled too. He quickly lifted his head and looked in the direction Zhang Naipao was pointing. Sure enough, Wei Zhao, in his school uniform with his book bag slung across his shoulder, was strolling casually in through the school gate.
"Damn, the kid's sure taking it easy," Zhang Naipao said. Watching Wei Zhao's carefree manner put him in a foul mood. Yesterday he had nearly been beaten to a concussion by the fellow, and even now there was still a lump on his head, plus several bandages stuck to his face. The very thought of it made his blood boil.
"Brother Liang, should we go over?" Gao Xiaofu asked instinctively.
"Go over? Go over and do what? You think you can take him?" Zhong Yongliang shot Gao Xiaofu an annoyed glance. You think you're such a fighter? Weren't you taken out in a single move yesterday?
Gao Xiaofu caught on at once. Yesterday the three of them had been utterly routed by Wei Zhao; going over now would be purely asking for trouble. He shrank back his neck and could only watch Wei Zhao and fume.
The three of them were still stewing when they suddenly saw Zou Ruoming call Wei Zhao over to fetch the ball for him, and at once they put on the look of spectators settling in for a good show, staring fixedly at Wei Zhao's side.
"Ha, now we're in luck. Someone else is going to take care of Wei Zhao for us," Gao Xiaofu said, venting some of his pent-up anger as he watched how things would unfold.
This Zou Ruoming was a ruthless one, especially with an older brother who ran with the underworld. If Wei Zhao clashed with him, why, they would not even need to trouble him themselves — Zou Ruoming would do him in.
"Knowing Wei Zhao's temper, there's no way he'll fetch the ball for him," Zhang Naipao said smugly. "Zou Ruoming is a real fighter. Now we're in for a show."
Zhong Yongliang watched the clash between Wei Zhao and Zou Ruoming with keen interest as well. If it really went as Zhang Naipao said, having Zou Ruoming give Wei Zhao a beating first would not be bad at all.
"Huh? No way! Since when did Wei Zhao become so weak?" Gao Xiaofu's jaw dropped when he saw Wei Zhao go over to fetch the ball. Was this still the same Wei Zhao as yesterday? The Wei Zhao of yesterday was not like this. Could today's one be his twin brother?
"That Wei Zhao, he makes me sick," Zhong Yongliang said, clenching his fist. "So he knows how to play favorites too — so meek and obedient in front of Zou Ruoming. What, does he look down on me, Zhong Yongliang? I swear I'll be at odds with him forever."
Zhang Naipao and Gao Xiaofu were furious as well. This was a provocation, a barefaced provocation. Did he think they were inferior to Zou Ruoming and his lot?
The three of them were still seething when a dramatic scene unfolded. Wei Zhao tossed the basketball, and the ball smashed into Zou Ruoming's hands, passed straight through them, and slammed into his face. Then Zou Ruoming's nose spurted blood, and he toppled to the ground…
"Holy shit, no way?" Zhang Naipao's mouth hung wide open.
"I knew Wei Zhao was no good. How could he ever be so obedient?" As he said this, Zhong Yongliang also felt a breath of relief. To be honest, Wei Zhao bowing his head to Zou Ruoming a moment ago had infuriated him; now, seeing Zou Ruoming end up just like the three of them yesterday, flattened by Wei Zhao, he felt a sudden release of his pent-up anger — and this Zou Ruoming had fared even worse than they had yesterday.
"Zou Ruoming is out of luck this time. Damn, who told him to provoke Wei Zhao? That kid is a madman, plain and simple." Recalling Wei Zhao's behavior on the rooftop yesterday, Gao Xiaofu could not help but gloat a little.