Chapter Seventy-Three: The Gushing Inspiration

  Pang Guang didn't lift a hand, he just raised his foot and kicked Er Gou two meters away. Er Gou got up again, undeterred, and pounced forward. Pang Guang lifted his foot once more and kicked him to the ground with a thud. "With this kind of ability, you still have the nerve to collect protection fees?" Pang Guang sneered coldly. "Find someone who can fight, I haven't exercised my muscles in a long time." Er Gou was enraged and kicked out at Pang Guang, but Pang Guang dodged lightly and swiftly wrapped his legs around Er Gou's neck, pinning him to the ground so he couldn't move. His face turned bright red from being choked.

  The man known as "Loser Dog" let out a strange laugh, "Hmph... Hmph... I didn't think you still had some skills, kid. Let him go and follow me from now on, I'll make sure you can walk sideways in Dongcheng Middle School."

  "Get out of my sight, you big-headed ghost." Pang Guang looked at the strange appearance of the mourning dog, suddenly felt a wave of nausea, and stood up to walk towards the mourning dog with an evil smile on his handsome face.

  The wretched dog thought Pang Guang had taken it to heart, and let out a faint hum, his face twisted into a forced smile as he said: "This is just right, those who know the times are heroes..." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and Pang Guang had already struck him with a powerful fist. The wretched dog yelped and cowered down, Pang Guang grasped his collar and raised his palm to slap him left and right, the slaps ringing out "slap slap": "I'll beat you to death, for not dressing properly, for not wearing your earrings properly, for being young and not studying well..."

  The gang of losers, led by Wangcai, were originally just a bunch of cowards. How could they possibly defeat Pang Guang, who was known as the "Fighting King"? Under Pang Guang's powerful hands, Wangcai didn't even have the strength to fight back.

  Pang Guang finally got tired of beating him, stopped and kicked the mourning dog in the stomach. The mourning dog quickly shrank his body back and turned pale, saying: "Big brother, don't hit me, don't hit me, this is today's protection fee, I'll give it all to you." He trembled as he took out a stack of money from his pocket and held it above his head.

  "Give it all to me? Well, I'm tired from fighting, so taking some labor fees is also reasonable." Pang Guang was taken aback, and didn't bother being polite, directly snatching the money from Wang Gou's hand.

  "Big brother, you're really capable of fighting, and you also accept younger brothers?" The mourning dog saw Pang Guang collect the money, suddenly felt at ease in his heart, stood up and asked with a flattering tone.

  "My dad is a good student, doesn't pay protection fees, and you still dare to mention these three words? My dad will beat you to death!" Pang Guang hurriedly went to school, too lazy to entangle with them anymore, so he raised his hand as if to hit them. The dog was suddenly scared white, his body trembling violently, hugging his head and shrinking away, saying "Don't..."

  "What's taking you so long?" Pang Guang shouted: "Get out of here as fast as you can, and from now on, don't let me see you wearing that disgusting big earring on your nose again. If I do, I'll slap you every time, got it?"

  "Remember, remember, I'm leaving now... No, get out of here now." The mourner dog quickly retreated, and before he could take a step back, Pang Guang spoke up again: "Wait."

  The dog's brain suddenly rang out, and he shivered with a cold sweat. What did this guy want to do? Turning around, he happened to find Pang Guang pinching his chin and sizing him up ambiguously. Suddenly, goosebumps broke out all over his body, feeling like his butt was tightly closed. He thought to himself that this guy who could hit him wouldn't be easy to deal with, so he'd better think for himself. With a frightened heart, he waited for a while, and finally Pang Guang spoke up: "You just said you can walk horizontally at Dongcheng Middle School."

  "No way, no way." The mourning dog repeatedly shook his head in denial: "Now that Big Brother is there, I won't even get a turn. From now on, when I see Big Brother, not only will I not dare to walk horizontally, but also vertically; I'll just take a detour."

  Pang Guang angrily shouted: "Stop being garrulous, I'm asking you something, just answer honestly, there's something I need you to do."

  The big stone in Wang Cai's heart finally fell a little, as long as this guy didn't have that hobby, everything else was easy to say. He spoke cautiously: "It's rare for Brother Da to still have me serve him, what's the matter, just give orders."

  Pang Guang thought for a moment, then pulled out the stack of money from his pocket earlier and took out a large one. He handed the remaining amount to Lao Gou: "This matter is simple for you, and I won't let you do it for nothing. There's payment, here's the deposit." As he spoke, his smile grew thicker, and he was delighted with his sudden burst of inspiration. Ah, Liu Xiang, you wouldn't lend me your laptop? No problem, there are plenty of ways to get one.

  The dog's eyes widened in shock, his face pale with fear, and he shook his head wildly, "No, no, it's only right to serve big brother, whatever you need, just give the order."

  "Cut the crap, take it!" Pang Guang stuffed the money into Lao Gou's pocket: "Help me get a few notebooks over here."

  "Laptop? Computer?" Wang Doulou was taken aback, "This might not be easy to handle, students usually don't carry laptops on their bodies."

  Pang Guang furrowed his brow and glared: "You fool, it's not a laptop, but notes. Notes taken during class, only for sophomores."

  "What's a notebook?" The mourning dog touched his head, turned around and asked the second dog: "What is a notebook?"