Chapter 1256 — Is She Ying Ziyu? Wei Zhao Did Not Drive Today, but Waited at the School Gate, Hailed a Taxi on the Spot, and Headed Straight for Fushan Middle School
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"Anyway, enough of that — I'd better get moving. Look out for yourselves. Can't you see they've started fighting again over there? Don't know whether they're students or street thugs, but every one of them's got a machete or an iron bar!" The driver pointed toward the school gate of Fushan Middle School not far away.
"Thank you!" Wei Zhao nodded and got out of the car with Feng Xiaoxiao.
"Fushan Middle School... now that he mentions it, the name does ring a bell. Back when I was out on the streets, there really did seem to be some thugs who came from Fushan!" Feng Xiaoxiao thought back carefully and said.
"Never mind that. Let's see how Ying Ziyu is." Wei Zhao's steps were heavy; he did not know how he would treat a Ying Ziyu who had let her life rot.
The Wei Zhao of old would never have given such people the time of day; now, however, he had to face it.
Fushan Middle School looked utterly derelict. Its red-brick wall, of no one knew what age, was plastered with advertisements promising guaranteed cures for venereal disease and forged documents, along with little flyers for things like ketamine — more than enough to show how chaotic the place was.
Sure enough, two groups of students stood confronting each other at the school gate, every one of them gripping a machete or an iron bar; some were bare-chested, some shaved bald, some even tattooed. It might have been a gang showdown straight out of a mafia film.
Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. With these people blocking the gate, if he wanted to get through he would just have to wait until they finished fighting.
In Wei Zhao's eyes these people were nothing whatsoever; snuffing them out would be simpler than crushing ants. Still, he had not the slightest wish to meddle — their lives or their deaths had not a cent to do with him. The fewer such scum of society, the better.
And if they were not hacked to death, then come graduation they would simply be taken in by the likes of Zou Tiandi or Li Cihua, and become even bigger scum.
Wei Zhao took Feng Xiaoxiao's hand and stood to one side to watch the show.
"Ying Ziyu, you little slut, today I'm giving you two choices. First, you be my woman — your underlings will be my underlings from now on! Stay by my side and you'll eat the best and drink the best; anyone who sees you will respectfully call you the boss's lady! I guarantee you'll have it better than you do now!" At the head of one of the gangs blocking the gate of Fushan Middle School, a scar-faced man raised a gleaming machete and roared the words at the other gang.
"Pfft—" Wei Zhao's eyes flew wide open; as if someone had stepped on his tail, he very nearly leapt into the air. What? Ying Ziyu?
Following the direction the scar-faced man's machete was pointing, Wei Zhao saw a girl in a tight black outfit, a machete clutched in her hand just like the rest of them, while behind her stood a whole crowd of hooligan students armed with knives, spears and clubs — though clearly fewer in number than the scar-faced man's side.
No way? Wei Zhao studied the girl closely. Her figure was lithe and perfectly proportioned, her bosom swelling high — whether that was the work of a push-up bra or simply early development, he could not tell.