Chen Xiaobei hailed from the countryside, born into a family that struggled to make ends meet. Life was tough for him. Yet, driven by an earnest desire to buy a mobile phone for Yao Bingbing, he frequently skipped classes and took on part-time jobs, often forsaking meals.
As his class counselor, Lin Xiang took notice of Chen Xiaobei's academic struggles. Crossing paths twice in the cafeteria, she took the initiative to buy him rice and hot soup. Though seemingly trivial, these acts were like a lifeline for Chen Xiaobei—a kind gesture amid his struggles.
Chen Xiaobei would not forget Lin Xiang's kindness.
One day, a menacing group confronted Lin Xiang.
"Kid! Your brother owes us money, and today's the deadline! If you don't have the cash, you'll have to come with us!"
A dark-faced man, surrounded by three younger cohorts, snarled at Lin Xiang. Their eyes gleamed with sinister intentions as they ogled Lin Xiang's delicate frame.
At twenty-four, Lin Xiang was a graduate student at Qingteng University. Her exceptional academic performance secured her a teaching position in the university, including the role of counselor in Chen Xiaobei's class. With an alluring mature charm, standing at 1.7 meters, long legs, shapely buttocks, and an impressive bust, Lin Xiang was a sight to behold. Her beauty, coupled with a flawless face, made her the object of desire for many.
"Brother, please, give us a little more time. I promise we'll find a way to repay the money," Lin Xiang pleaded, her eyebrows furrowed. Despite the situation, her eyes conveyed both sadness and a tenderness that invited sympathy.
"Nonsense! Brother Miao Biao gave the order to collect today. If you can't pay, you'll end up in the beauty club for 'healthcare services'!"
The dark-faced man chuckled and suggested, "Let me do the math for you. With a 300 yuan commission for each service, you'd need to work a thousand times to clear the 300,000 debt your brother owes to Miao Biao! Rest assured, we'll be there to support you!"
"Come with us!" the three younger men jeered, extending their hands towards Lin Xiang.
"Don't touch me! If you force me... I'll call for help!" Lin Xiang, with a weak character and an inferior background, was on the verge of tears.
"Yeah! No one will come to your rescue, even if you scream your lungs out! The louder, the more excited we'll get! Hehehe…"
Their laughter echoed as they advanced, intending to push Lin Xiang down.
"Who said no one would come? All four of you scums, stop right there!"
Chen Xiaobei intervened, glaring at the quartet with disdain.
"Where did this kid come from? Are you tired of living? How dare you meddle in our affairs!"
The dark-faced man stepped forward, the three younger men readying themselves to confront Chen Xiaobei.
"Chen Xiaobei! Hurry and leave me alone…" Lin Xiang pleaded.
Despite needing assistance, Lin Xiang perceived Chen Xiaobei as an ordinary student, lacking in athletic prowess. The situation was dire, and she didn't want him involved.
It was evident she had a kind heart.
"Mr. Lin, don't worry. I won't let them harm you!" Chen Xiaobei blinked his left eye, revealing his combat assessment: 7, 8, 7, 10. Even with Lin Xiang's plea echoing in his ears, Chen Xiaobei had a plan.
"Borrow the power of Xiang Yu!" Chen Xiaobei roared in his mind.
The Nether War Eyes activated, emanating an ancient power that channelled the strength of Xiang Yu into Chen Xiaobei. His combat power surged to 50,000.
"Lying grass! Truly fitting of Overlord Xiang Yu! They're like ants before me!"
Chen Xiaobei was exhilarated, feeling like an invincible overlord.
"No one surpasses, everyone below!" His blood boiled, and every pore on his body seemed to exude flames. This sensation consumed him, a feeling he had never experienced before.
"Hold on! If you don't get lost, we'll make you walk in pain!"
The dark-faced man threatened, clenching his fists. In Chen Xiaobei's eyes, his movements were sluggish, akin to playing a card machine in slow motion.
"I want you to kneel and apologize to Teacher Lin!" Chen Xiaobei demanded.
"Kneel? You've got to be kidding! I've been on the streets for ten years and never knelt to anyone!"
The black-faced man retorted, only to find his wrist trapped in Chen Xiaobei's grip. He writhed in pain, unable to move.
"Kneeling?"
Chen Xiaobei's demeanor remained calm, yet his presence exuded dominance.
"I won't kneel! I've been on the streets for ten years
and never—"
"Good, I respect you for being a man!" Chen Xiaobei interrupted and delivered a resounding slap.
"Crack!"
The black-faced man was sent flying, vomiting blood as he lay defeated.
"What about you three? Will you kneel and apologize, or will you end up like him?" Chen Xiaobei glared at the remaining trio, exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down their spines.