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The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Hey? Brother Ming, doesn't that kid look familiar?" one of Zou Ruoming's men suddenly cried, pointing toward Brother Black Panther.
"Holy shit! Isn't that the little bastard who hit Brother Ming with the basketball?" another man recognized Wei Zhao at once.
Zou Ruoming hurriedly looked hard—and sure enough, it was the very kid who had hit him with the basketball that morning!
"Brother Ming, what do we do now?" Zou Ruoming's men were already itching to move, eager to earn themselves some credit.
"Hold off. That kid seems to have crossed Zhong Yongliang. Since that's the case, let Brother Black Panther take care of him just the same. No need for us to rush in," Zou Ruoming said mildly.
Calm as Zou Ruoming's face was, a storm was churning in his heart! Zhong Yongliang might not be the fighter he was, but his two underlings, Zhang Naipao and Gao Xiaofu, were no pushovers either. If they could come off worse against Wei Zhao—and had to call in men from the outside—then this Wei Zhao was truly no simple matter!
He had taken the basketball to the head as a fluke, but now it seemed otherwise. If Wei Zhao didn't have real skill, he could never have stirred up Brother Black Panther.
So Zou Ruoming was in no hurry to go looking for trouble with Wei Zhao. With Brother Black Panther stepping in, he would just let Brother Black Panther give that brat a beating first and deal with him later.
But what happened next left Zou Ruoming and the others utterly dumbstruck. Before they could even work out what was going on, they saw Brother Black Panther clutching his own mouth, howling and hopping about on the ground...
When had Brother Black Panther ever suffered such a loss? To be made a fool of by a mere student sent his lungs close to bursting with rage. Forgetting the pain in his throat, his eyes went red, and he swung his fist straight at Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao could tell by now that Brother Black Panther was the sort of man with a hard-trained body and immense brute strength. Not that Wei Zhao was afraid of him, his fists least of all. Old Man Wei had often smashed him with an iron rod, and it had never done him any harm. But Wei Zhao did not want to show off too much at school. After all, if he took a punch like that and came out of it completely unharmed, it was bound to draw attention.
So Wei Zhao dodged aside in a flash, and Brother Black Panther's fist met empty air. Then Wei Zhao's body moved with extraordinary speed until he was behind the man, and he lifted his foot and drove it hard into Brother Black Panther's backside.
This, of course, was the very move Wei Zhao had used on Zhong Yongliang before starting school. Wei Zhao meant to defeat the man before him with just such a simple technique, so it looked more like a street punk's brawl, with not a trace of form or method about it.
Wei Zhao did not want to expose his skills in front of a crowd. After all, most of what Old Man Wei had taught him was meant for assassination, so he was reluctant to let too many people learn his true depths, and he resorted to crude, brute-force technique instead.
Brother Black Panther was far heavier than Zhong Yongliang, but a kick from Wei Zhao could punch a hole through a car, let alone through Brother Black Panther. Still, Wei Zhao did not want to cripple a man in public and earn himself a charge of grievous bodily harm. A lesson was enough. He had no intention of shattering Brother Black Panther's pelvis right here and leaving him unable to walk for the rest of his life.
Without a doubt, Brother Black Panther let out a miserable scream and pitched forward face-first onto the school's concrete playground, instantly smashing himself bloody...