Chapter 43: Lost Wages (Please keep reading)
"Ah!"
Simms lay curled on the ground, screaming in agony.
"Stop... I give up... I give up... I was wrong, Qi Ge... please stop hitting me!"
Seeing Hu Qi still wanting to advance, Simms quickly stopped screaming and begged for mercy.
At this moment, a dark red shoe print was visible on his face, making him look extremely disheveled.
But he couldn't care less, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, the other party would kick him again.
He was truly scared.
The other party's strength was immense; every blow felt like being hit by an electric bike speeding at fifty or sixty miles per hour.
His entire body felt like his bones were about to fall apart, and he was genuinely afraid that if he spoke too slowly, he would be beaten to death.
This scene instantly left the remaining three people dumbfounded.
They couldn't imagine that Simms, who had always been overbearing and bullied others, would actually be beaten to tears.
"Since you know you're wrong, I'll forgive you."
Hu Qi smiled, not feeling surprised by this situation.
In this world, most of what is called ferocity and dominance.
It's merely because one has something to rely on, be it a backer or powerful strength, but when these lose their effect.
The fragile inner self that was previously hidden will be exposed.
Like an egg without its shell, utterly fragile.
The Simms in front of him was clearly this type of person.
The reason he was so arrogant was simply because of his strength, which far exceeded that of ordinary students.
When the very thing he prided himself on was mercilessly shattered by Hu Qi, he naturally lost his previous arrogance.
"Look, you've delayed me for so long, shouldn't you pay me some lost wages?"
Suddenly, Hu Qi changed the subject.
"...Uh, you're right, yes, that's what I should do, but I can't get up right now, could you please help me get my phone?"
Simms cursed inwardly but still forced a smile on his face.
He dared not show any displeasure, fearing Hu Qi would kick him again, and pointed to his phone placed nearby.
As a good young man, helping a classmate who is unable to move to get their phone.
For Hu Qi, it was merely a trivial matter.
Naturally, he wouldn't refuse.
A moment later.
Ding dong!
'Dear user, your savings card account ending in 5969 has received 20,000 yuan...'
Hu Qi looked at the transfer record on his phone and nodded in satisfaction.
No wonder people say money is good; just like now.
He looked at Simms's face, swollen like a pig's, and found him adorable no matter how he looked at him.
"Oh, and next time, if you still want to spar, you can come find me anytime."
Hu Qi walked to the doorway, then turned back and smiled, giving a reminder.
Simms: ... "This Hu Qi is going too far. We're all students of the same club, yet he acts so ruthlessly. If he becomes accomplished, it will inevitably cause unrest in society. I suggest revoking this person's Core Class qualification..."
At the Red Scale Club, in a monitoring room, several coaches gathered, watching the scene playing on the monitor screen.
Especially when they saw the once arrogant Simms being beaten down by Hu Qi in a few moves, everyone's expressions varied.
Among them, Chen Wu was the happiest; although he said nothing.
But just from the corners of his mouth, which were almost reaching his ears, one could tell he was in a very good mood.
However, just then, a voice filled with suppressed anger sounded.
Looking in the direction of the voice, it was a thin, sinister-looking long-haired man who spoke.
It was He Chi, also the coach of Class 3, where Simms was.
At this moment, compared to Chen Wu, his face was so grim it looked like it could drip water.
He had always believed that with Simms and Keita, he could definitely overpower Chen Wu and the other coaches.
However, what he didn't expect was that the result severely slapped his face.
Keita lost directly to Hu Qi, resulting in only Simms from their class advancing.
Now, even Simms had been defeated.
However, after he spoke, he found everyone staring at him with looks of bewilderment.
Chen Wu even sneered.
"Everyone saw it just now; it was clearly Simms who initiated the provocation, and Hu Qi was forced to act."
"When Simms hit other students before, why didn't you say anything? Moreover, given your position, don't you have any sense? What right do you have to revoke a Core Class student's qualification?"
Chen Wu's words directly made He Chi's face flush red.
Just as he was about to say something.
"That's enough."
At this moment, Lin Tong, who was sitting nearby, spoke indifferently, interrupting the two of them.
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over everyone, finally resting on He Chi.
"You're an old-timer; don't you understand the meaning of establishing the Red Scale Fighting Club? We need true masters who dare to fight and kill, not a bunch of cowards and good-for-nothings."
The meaning of his words was very clear.
He Chi's body trembled, and his face turned a shade paler.
He had been blinded by anger just now and had forgotten the identity of the person in front of him.
"Lin... Brother Lin, you're right. I was mistaken; I'll definitely pay attention in the future."
Lin Tong didn't speak but waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.
Seeing this, He Chi's face turned even paler, and his steps were somewhat unsteady as he left.
As a Silver Fist-level fighting master, such a thing clearly shouldn't happen to him.
But Lin Tong's status was there.
Just one word from him.
It would be enough to cast him into the abyss... After everyone left.
Lin Tong looked at the surveillance screen, recalling a scene he had noticed earlier, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.
"The strength this person displayed is infinitely close to the human limit.
Not only that, but this person's observational skills seem extremely keen; he must have noticed he was being monitored. Interesting..."
...—Crash!
The delicate jade teacup was forcefully smashed to the ground, tea water and cup fragments splattering, creating a dark black stain on the carpet.
"Useless! What's the point of me keeping you? You had a target, a week has passed, and you still can't find the culprit?"
Lu Mingzhong's face was ashen.
Although he was over fifty, he was extremely well-preserved, with a neat suit and not a single grey hair, meticulously styled.
Because he had been in a high position for a long time, and having been a ruthless character who dared to fight and kill in his youth, he had built up his current family business.
This Aura, with the passage of time, was merely reined in by him, not disappeared.
Now, it all erupted.
Making the faces of the two tattooed youths kneeling before him incredibly pale, even with several bleeding cuts on their faces from the splattered teacup fragments.
However, neither dared to wipe themselves in the slightest, remaining obediently prostrate on the ground, not daring to say another word.
After smashing another cup.
Having vented the suppressed anger in his heart, Lu Mingzhong's expression finally softened a little.