Omi's feet pointed at the ground and lightly flew towards Su Yuhao and Wang Cuirong, instantly grabbing the two men by the hair before throwing them more than ten meters away, and falling down beside Long Xiaofei. The three mad youngsters screamed.
Song Yu'er looked at Omi's mighty posture and couldn't help but exclaim, "So fierce! Why isn't such a fierce young man my bodyguard?"
Song Yu'er also looked at the three mad youngsters rolling on the ground. They were screaming in pain. Song Yu'er's eyes rolled, immediately took out her phone, and went up to take pictures. She was going to send them to the campus; she was going to be the first to expose this.
Omi thought, "This girl is also too heartless. Her bodyguard is still tied to the ground, and she's not going to rescue him; she's even taking pictures."
Omi looked at Liu Yue, who was tied up on the ground.
Liu Yue felt very ashamed. All the bodyguards mixed up like this; it's really embarrassing.
Omi said, "How are you? For the sake of us traveling together, I can save you."
Liu Yue snorted, "I don't need you to save me, and I'm not traveling with you."
"Fine." Omi walked away without insisting.
"Ka-ching, ka-ching." Song Yu'er took pictures of the three men wailing on the ground from every angle.
Song Yu'er's mind was filled with joy at the thought of the vigor she would post. She wanted to be the first to share this.
Omi said, "Have you finished taking pictures yet? Why don't you go over and save your bodyguard?"
"Geez, it's just as well to save them later. I need to quickly capture the evidence of these three mad youngsters' wailing. By the way, why don't you do a close-up and make a comment as well." Song Yuer pointed her phone at Omi.
"Shoot again, and I'll throw your phone," Omi warned.
Song Yu'er pursed her lips, moved her phone away, and continued to film the scene. The name of the post she had thought of was called 'The Wail of the Madman.'
Omi said, "There's nothing else; I'm leaving."
Only then did Song Yu'er stop taking pictures and look at Liu Yue, who was still tied to the ground, depressed. "I hate you. It's all because of you that my bodyguard looks like this. If this gets posted too, I'll lose all my face."
Omi said, "Miss Song, your bodyguard, Liu Yue, is not on the same level as me. It's best not to compare him to me, or you'll be so disappointed with yourself."
"This time it's an accident; he will definitely not lose to you."
"Silly girl, looking at your body, it doesn't look like it hasn't matured, but your brain seems like it hasn't developed yet." Omi glanced at Song Yu'er's breasts, which were quite large, not like a child's.
Song Yu'er saw Omi looking at her chest, took off her shoes, and threw them at Omi.
Omi flicked his finger, and a coin knocked down the shoe that was flying towards him.
Omi left without looking back.
Song Yu'er looked at Omi, angry and depressed. If she had known Omi was so cool, she would have admitted Omi earlier. But now it was too late to regret.
Omi returned to his class, and the third-period class was about to end.
Omi packed his school bag and prepared to leave school.
At this time, the fifth mad young man, Chen Zhijie, arrived.
The whole class saw Chen Zhijie appear and wondered how he dared to come in the morning after being thrown downstairs by Omi.
Chen Zhijie walked into class 32 without any fear.
Just as everyone was confused, Chen Zhijie took out a letter and said, "Omi, this is the letter that our No. 1 Madman Zhao Ritian asked me to give you."
It suddenly dawned on everyone that Chen Zhijie had come to deliver the letter, and it was still Zhao Ritian's letter.
Chen Zhijie's mission was to deliver a letter to Omi, while the Second, Third, and Fourth Berserkers were responsible for going to fight Liu Yue. Chen Zhijie still didn't even know that the three Berserkers who were responsible for going to fight Liu Yue had been miserable.
The reason for arranging for Chen Zhijie to deliver a letter to Omi was that Chen Zhijie had been beaten by Omi and had lost face in Class 32. Now Chen Zhijie was going to deliver Zhao Ritian's letter, virtually borrowing Zhao Ritian's reputation to save some face.
Omi raised his head, looked at Chen Zhijie, and grunted, "Zhao Ritian? Oh, why is he afraid to come himself?"
Chen Zhijie replied, "Omi, do you think you deserve the treatment personally delivered by Brother Ritian? Also, our brother Ritian told me to tell you not to be arrogant and to keep a low profile in the future, just like that No. 1 evil youngster Fang Hong before, otherwise it's hard to guarantee that nothing will happen." Chen Zhijie said, deliberately paying lip service to Zhao Ritian in front of the whole class to save some face from the morning beating.
"Hahaha." Omi burst out laughing.
Chen Zhijie said, "Omi, I think you should know that Zhao Ritian, our first mad youngster, has an even higher layer of status, and that is the seventh-ranked genius expert. Are you laughing now to conceal your inner fears? Or do you want to maintain your image in front of your class?"
"Do I need to fear? Are genius masters very strong?" Omi scowled. He had already beaten up the eighth-ranked Edward; where could the seventh-ranked be stronger?
Chen Zhijie snorted, "Whether a genius expert is strong or not, you should know better than anyone else. Otherwise, how come you didn't get ranked on the genius expert list? Don't force a smile or care about what Zhao Ritian wrote to you."
"No matter what it says, I have no interest in knowing." Omi said, thinking that it was nothing more than some words of warning to him. Writing a letter meant nothing if such a person didn't dare to come to him personally; if he dared to come personally, Omi would definitely throw him downstairs.
Chen Zhijie said, "Alright then, I'll open Zhao Ritian's letter for you."
Chen Zhijie opened the letter and read it out, "Omi, I am Zhao Ritian. I heard that you were recognized as the number one evil youngster on campus and that you were also named the 'devilish number one' on campus. People compare you to me, Zhao Ritian, and we have the same name as each other. Omi, do you also want to be on the same level as me? It's ridiculous. Of course, it would be inhumane of me to pick on you for it, since you didn't seal it yourself; it was sealed by those ignorant students on campus. But even if it was sealed by someone else, you've already insulted me. So, I now give you a chance; go to the campus to send a real name post, announce to the whole school, teachers, and students that you do not dare to be on par with me, Zhao Ritian. Take the initiative to ask everyone to cancel your demonic title. As such, I, Zhao Ritian, can stop bothering you, and I hope to see your post before class tomorrow. First generation Mad God, Zhao Ritian."