"Congzi, this is all your fault. You screwed us over. Handle it yourself. We…" A teenager's voice trembled.
"I just remembered—I've got something to do. Can't hang around here with you." Another teen chimed in.
"Yeah, if my parents find out, I'm dead…" A third added.
Qin Cong couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Don't be cowards! What's he gonna do to us? We're minors—if he lays a finger on us, it's a crime!" he roared.
Jiang Cheng's expression froze as he stared at Qin Cong.
He knew it was kids like this—kids with half-formed minds—that kept school violence alive.
Worst of all, Qin Cong knew the law and still broke it, hiding behind his age.
Online you saw it every day: minors who killed, again and again.
Given the chance, Jiang Cheng believed, Qin Cong would become one of those devils too.
After Qin Cong's scolding the others felt their pride sting and started bragging about their own 'glories.'
"Who're you calling cowards? Yesterday I dragged the wimpy class president next door into the toilets and beat the crap outta him. This is different—this ain't some school wimp." A bleached-blond kid glared at Qin Cong.
"Right. You weren't even there when we messed people up. A punk like this? We'd've finished him already. You deal with it." A green-haired teen nodded.
"Yeah, who's scared? I helped you snap pics of that bitch the day before yesterday. Calling us cowards now's just lame." A scantily-clad girl flicked her hair.
"Exactly. Family's broke and he still acts like a boss…"
When Qin Cong heard his family's situation spilled out, his heart skipped.
He knew most of them only hung around because his folks had money.
Whenever they partied, he footed the bill.
Without that cash, they'd never have listened to him.
Seeing the tide turn, everyone started backing off.
Plus, Jiang Cheng's Bodyguards were built like pros.
Beside those men they looked like chicks; Qin Cong knew he was outmatched. He could only snarl, "Let you off today. Just wait—your lord'll be back!"
The kids thought bragging would save face, never noticing Jiang Cheng had already filmed every word on his phone.
He pocketed the phone and sneered, "Did I say you could leave?"
The moment those words dropped, Wang Sheng got the cue and barred their way with his men.
Cornered, Qin Cong froze, then forced out a bluff: "What d'you want? This is a nation of laws!"
Jiang Cheng shot him a look of contempt. "From your chat, you bully people plenty. Ever think about laws while you're doing it—or do you only prey on the weak?"
"Wh-what are you gonna do? There's CCTV here, I warn you—"
Before he could finish, Jiang Cheng walked to Qin Cong's custom bike and picked up the iron bar lying on it,
tossing it lightly in his palm, testing its heft.
He stared at Qin Cong, eyes cold with contempt: "Carry this around? Planning to fight society?"
At the sight of the bar dancing in Jiang Cheng's hand, every wannabe throat tightened.
Qin Cong was scared, but pride ruled his age; he barked, "Stay back! Touch me and I'll call the cops—don't come closer!"
Jiang Cheng looked down, smirking. Panic made Qin Cong strike first.
He sprang up, grabbed another bar from a bike, and swung at Jiang Cheng.
Wang Sheng reacted in a flash, stepping in to plant a heavy kick in Qin Cong's gut.
The blow sent him stumbling back several steps.
Clutching his stomach, Qin Cong's face twisted in pain.
Realizing he couldn't win, he dared not try again.
He could only repeat, "Don't come nearer—it's a crime, I swear!"
Jiang Cheng gave a mocking laugh. "Aren't you ashamed to say that?"
With a cold grunt he whipped the bar down on Qin Cong's right arm.
Full force. A sharp crack echoed, followed by Qin Cong's howl.
"Ahhh—my arm! It's broken—help! You maniac!"
Qin Cong had broken plenty of arms; now he knew how it felt.
Ignoring the screams, Jiang Cheng turned and smashed the custom bike.
BANG—the front plate crumpled under the blow.
"Ahhh!"
The strike drew terrified yelps from the dozen punks and girls.
Seeing his beloved ride ruined, Qin Cong paled. Through the pain he yelled, "You maniac—what are you doing? Someone call the cops!"
The gang exchanged glances, then lowered their heads; under Wang Sheng's pressure no one dared be first to move.
Bystanders only watched—no one planned to stand up for them.
These troublemakers had long been a nuisance, and moments ago they'd bragged about their crimes.
Most onlookers were parents; hearing it, they burned with anger.
Far from condemning Jiang Cheng, they cheered.
"Serves the little bastards right—lock 'em up so they can't harm society."
"Exactly. My daughter came home saying girls at school get dragged into toilets—bet it's these little bitches."
"Didn't you hear how cocky they were? Wonder which unlucky families spawned them."
"Forget the cops—I'd love to slap them awake myself."
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!