Chapter Twenty-Four Revenge

  Zhao Rui was still in line at the water house, opening the water, while Liu Wei and Li Liyong had already arrived at Dongfang University, preparing to go to the Business Department to find trouble with Luo Cheng.

  Liu Wei's news was very informed and had already inquired about Luo Cheng's class.

  Luo Cheng had already left the classroom, preparing to go outside to buy something to eat and fill his stomach. He deliberately took a quiet little path and headed towards the school's small food street.

  However, it was a coincidence that on this quiet path, they bumped into Liu Wei and Li Li Yong.

  As soon as Liu Wei saw Luo Cheng, his eyes almost spat out fire.

  He had originally just wanted to teach Zhao Rui a lesson, strike down this emotional enemy, and show off in front of Yun Fei. He hadn't expected that this dead fatty would come out and insert himself, making him the laughing stock, causing him to lose face in front of Yun Fei, and even shaking his position in the Free Fighting Club!

  The resentment in his heart cannot be said to be shallow.

  Liu Wei gritted his teeth and pointed at Luo Cheng, saying: "The one who bullied me this afternoon was him."

  "Oh? Is it him?"

  Li Liyong clasped his hands together in front of his chest and carefully sized up Luo Cheng, roughly assessing his strength in his mind.

  Lu Cheng defeated Liu Wei in the afternoon with his own hands, and since he had no good feelings for this arrogant guy to begin with, he naturally wouldn't have a good tone.

  "What do you want from me? Want revenge? The lesson you received this afternoon is not enough?"

  Li Liyong heard this and felt extremely irritated, his face darkening involuntarily. Liu Wei was after all his disciple, being lectured by someone like this left him with no dignity to speak of.

  "Not bad! Not enough." Liu Wei sneered, "So I specially brought my master Li Liyong to come and have another match with you."

  "Li Li Yong?"

  Luo Cheng's heart skipped a beat as Li Lijun's name was like thunder in his ears.

  Li Liyong had won the national free combat championship of the three realms, his strength was extremely powerful, absolutely not something Liu Wei could compare to, and even he himself couldn't keep up with a horse's pace.

  If he were to rely solely on his own strength to compete with Li Lihong, it would be no different from seeking death. It's likely that the other party could knock him out with just three punches and two kicks, sending his soul to the Western Heaven.

  Moreover, the mysterious expert who had lent a helping hand in the afternoon would probably not be by his side now either.

  At this thought, Luo Cheng hastily shook his head and pushed it off, saying: "I don't have time now, if you want to compete, make an appointment first, let's talk when I'm free."

  "Make an appointment? Still have to wait for you to be available? Haha, what a big shot!"

  Li Liyong burst out laughing coldly, his originally ferocious appearance now even more terrifying as he was consumed by rage.

  He was instigated by Liu Wei, who had been dissatisfied with Luo Cheng for a long time and felt even more hateful towards him because of his loud and tactless words.

  "You don't have time, we can settle this right here."

  "No, no, I'm in a hurry right now."

  Luo Cheng continued to shirk responsibility, but Li Lijun had already lost his patience.

  "What the hell is wrong with you, talking so much nonsense?"

  He cursed and kicked out with a vicious side kick.

  Luo Cheng was completely unguarded, and this leg was both fast and urgent. In the darkness of night, it was impossible to see the incoming force, and he was kicked squarely in the chest.

  He only felt a severe pain in his ribs, and he found it difficult to breathe, let out a painful cry, stumbled backwards for several steps before barely managing to steady himself, but his legs had already begun to tremble.

  Li Liyong's kick was just a probing attack, using only thirty percent of his strength. Seeing Luo Cheng being kicked by himself, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. However, remembering what Liu Wei had said before, that the fat man in front of him was good at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, if he wasn't careful, he would be beaten until he was at a loss, so not only did he not stop immediately, but his attack became even more fierce.

  Luò Chéng couldn't withstand such a blow, let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground, unable to crawl back up, as if all his bones were about to be shattered.

  Li Liyong was somewhat surprised, not because his opponent was too strong, but because his opponent was actually too weak, so weak that it was astonishing, and he was knocked down by himself in just a few moves!

  "How can his strength be so poor? Didn't you say he was a good fighter?" Li Lihong asked Liu Wei in surprise.

  "If he's really that useless, would I still be beaten black and blue? Would I still ask you to personally take action? I can handle it myself!"

  Liu Wei hastily defended himself, in fact, he really couldn't understand it either. Clearly, during the afternoon's confrontation, this fatty was fierce like he had eaten something, but how did he become so weak by evening, it was as if they were two different people from the afternoon.

  "Strange, really strange. However, when I fought him one-on-one, he was also sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Oh, I see, maybe he wanted to use his old tricks again, but Master, you are too powerful, quickly defeating him without giving him any chance to play."

  This explanation is quite far-fetched, but Li Lijun didn't bother to investigate further. One reason was that Liu Wei's flattery had been quite good, making him feel comfortable, and the other was that the fight had already happened, so whatever the reason, it wasn't very important anymore.

  "Spare me, this piece of trash actually dares to call me useless." Li Liyong spat out a mouthful of saliva and gave him a disdainful glance.

  "Yes, he is indeed a waste of space."

  Liu Wei spat saliva onto Luo Cheng's body and then burst out laughing wildly.

  Seeing the object of his resentment lying on the ground in such a miserable state was truly exhilarating for him.

  "Master, thank you for avenging me and relieving my hatred. Are you hungry? Why don't we find a place to have some drinks and eat some barbecue?" Liu Wei smiled and appeased Li Liyong with a sentence.

  Li Liyong didn't refuse either, laughing loudly and saying "good", then followed Liu Wei away, leaving Luo Cheng who was seriously injured on the ground.

  As the two left, Luo Cheng tried to get up, but as soon as he moved slightly, a severe pain suddenly came from his ribs and right arm, almost making him faint, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

  After several attempts, he still couldn't get up by his own strength.

  He violently asked about Liu Wei and Li Liyong's maternal relatives, Luo Cheng lay weakly on the ground, panting heavily.

  He is now in a relatively remote location, and it's at night, with very few students passing by here, the opportunity to wait for passing students to rescue is extremely small, now the only one who can be relied on is the brothers in the dormitory.

  Lu Cheng moved his left hand, trying not to let his movements affect the wound. He carefully took out the phone from his pocket and dialed Zhao Rui's number. The ringtone sounded once, but no one answered. He had no choice but to call Zhou Wei again, and this time it finally connected.

  Zhou Wei was shocked to hear that Luo Cheng had been beaten and immediately called Han Xing, found the place where Luo Cheng was injured, and sent him to the school's affiliated hospital.

  Zhao Rui twisted four thermoses of boiling water back to the dormitory when he found that Luo Cheng and the other two had not returned yet.

  "It's almost ten o'clock, where have these guys gone?" Zhao Rui muttered to himself, and didn't pay much attention.

  After washing up, he climbed onto bed, leaned against the headboard, and then habitually picked up his phone to take a look.

  "Huh, there are over a dozen missed calls? When did I become so popular?" Zhao Rui was somewhat surprised and quickly checked the numbers to find that the other three people in his dorm had all called him.

  He casually picked up the phone and dialed the number back.

  "Han Xing, why are you looking for me so urgently? What's going on?"

  "Hey, boss, where have you gone? I've called so many times, but no one answers!" Han Xing shouted loudly on the other end of the phone.

  "Who would still bring their phone when taking a bath, it's so annoying." Zhao Rui explained and noticed that Han Xing's tone was very urgent, so he asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

  "Luò Chéng was beaten up! He's badly hurt, with two broken ribs and a fractured right arm bone. Now he's lying in the school's affiliated hospital!"

  "What! What's going on?" Zhao Rui was shocked. He had left the classroom for less than an hour, and something big had already happened.

  "It's hard to explain over the phone, come to the hospital first and I'll tell you in detail. We're at ward 312 of the inpatient department."

  "Alright, I'll be right there." Zhao Rui put his phone in his pocket and rushed out of the dormitory, hurrying to the hospital.

  Dongfang Hospital is just across from the school and can be reached in a few minutes. Zhao Rui entered the hospital, and the pungent smell of disinfectant rushed over him.

  He furrowed his brow, and without further ado, he found a nurse to ask about the location of the ward, then ran over quickly.

  In room 312, Zhao Rui saw Luo Cheng lying on the hospital bed.

  His right arm and chest were bandaged, half of his face was swollen high, his originally small eyes were swollen into a line, almost invisible.

  Zhou Wei and Han Xing were standing beside the bed, their faces ashen.

  Zhao Rui saw Luo Cheng injured like this, and his heart suddenly felt as if it had been stirred up by something, with a fire burning at the bottom of his heart.

  "Who did this?" he asked in a low voice.

  "That's Liu Wei's gang!" Luo Cheng slightly turned his head and continued in a weak voice: "When I was preparing to go to the snack street to eat midnight snacks, I was blocked by Liu Wei and his men halfway, saying that they didn't accept their loss in the afternoon and invited his master to have another match with me. I didn't agree, but they didn't care about that, and directly started practicing with me. The person who beat me up is called Li Liyong, Liu Wei's master. That guy was fierce and ruthless, and Liu Wei wasn't even on the same level as him. I didn't even have room to fight back, and was beaten to the ground, unable to get up. After they finished beating me, they even spat on my face, scolding me as a waste of their time, saying I'm not worthy of fighting them!"

  At this point, Luo Cheng's voice suddenly became louder and his emotions became extremely agitated.

  Being knocked to the ground, insulted and even spat on is an unbearable humiliation for anyone.

  Zhao Rui's face sank terribly, and the fire in his heart had already begun to burn fiercely, sweeping through his entire body.

  Luo Cheng had been roommates with him since freshman year, and the two got along well. Their relationship was extremely close, otherwise Luo Cheng wouldn't have stood up for him and fought Liu Wei one-on-one.

  Now, Luo Cheng was seriously injured and suffered such humiliation, he felt extremely guilty.

  If he can't get justice for Tielong Cheng, he feels it's really impossible to justify himself!

  "This thing absolutely cannot be left like this!"

  Zhao Rui clenched his fists, and the demonic energy inside him, stimulated by his anger, burst out of his body uncontrollably.

  Zhou Wei and Han Xing only felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees, as if a surge of invisible cold dark current was surging, Zhao Rui's momentum also underwent a huge change in an instant, becoming somewhat frightening to them.

  "Older brother, what's wrong?" Han Xing asked tentatively.

  "It's nothing, I'm fine."

  Zhao Rui faintly covered up a sentence, not wanting to reveal his inner thoughts.

  Korean star opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt there was nothing to say, so he remained silent.

  Zhao Rui stayed with Luo Cheng in the hospital room for a night, and early next morning, he bought him breakfast again. Then, using school classes as an excuse, he left the hospital.

  However, in fact, he did not go to class, but went online at an internet cafe and looked up information about Li Lijun.

  Liu Wei is the national university student free combat champion, so his master's background must be impressive.

  I typed in "Li Li Yong Free Fighting" on Baidu and searched, soon Li Li Yong's information was found.

  "Li Liyong, three-time national champion of free combat, current director of Liyong Boxing Hall..."

  "He even opened a boxing gym?" He raised an eyebrow, a cold smile spreading across his face. "This is just perfect."

  He went home to fetch a set of long-sleeved sportswear and a hat, put them in his backpack, and then rushed straight to the Liuyong Fist Hall.

  This sportswear and hat are all used for disguise. This time going to the kick hall, he didn't want people to see his true face.

  He arrived near the Li Yong Fist Hall, found a place to change into the long-sleeved sportswear in his backpack, put on his hat and lowered the brim, hiding more than half of his face in the shadows, then strode towards the Fist Hall.

  Entering the boxing gym, Zhao Rui took a glance at the situation inside the gym and found that there were more than thirty students practicing combat.

  However, there seem to be only about five or six core members of the Quan Hand, and Liu Wei is apparently one of them, teaching some basic skills to beginners.

  A young man of average height but extremely robust, with a stern face, patrolling around the venue, should be the owner of this boxing gym, Li Lihong.

  "Great, all here, saves me trouble."

  Zhao Rui said in a low voice, lowering his hat brim, and walked directly towards Li Liyong.

  "Hey! What are you doing?"

  A passerby who was near Zhao Rui recently saw him wearing long sleeves and a hat on a hot day, couldn't help but feel some curiosity, so he walked up to ask.

  Zhao Rui slightly raised his face, gave a cold smile, and spat out two words:

  "Kick the hall!"

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