Sun Zhe also looked in the direction of the voice and saw a guy dressed plainly, looking like a loser, walking towards him with an unfriendly stare.
And behind the loser was a short-statured but delicate and pretty little nurse.
At this moment, a student who was a sworn friend of his recognized Ye Haochuan and whispered to Sun Zhe, "Young Master Sun, this guy is Ye Haochuan, the one who saved Li Wenfeng."
Once Sun Zhe heard this, a sharp light flickered in his narrow eyes. He pulled out the Silver Needle that was stuck in his hand and gritted his teeth, "You little brat, I didn't settle the score with you yesterday for saving Li Wenfeng, but now you dare to stick me with a needle. We'll settle both old and new grievances, you're dead for sure today!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the students around him gathered up to surround him.
In their view, Ye Haochuan was just like the two bodyguards lying on the ground, about to become the next target of their beating.
At the end of the hallway, many doctors and nurses, as well as students who had come for treatment, were watching from a distance, all very worried for Ye Haochuan.
Sun Zhe's father, Sun Yongsheng, was the famous head of Yongsheng Group in Haishan City. This kid bullied both boys and girls at school, acting lawlessly. Now, with their numerical superiority, Ye Haochuan was completely outmatched and stood no chance at all.
Well, let alone Sun Zhe, even the sworn friends around him all came from good backgrounds and had extraordinary family support. Each one either drove a BMW or an Audi. If Ye Haochuan dared to hit one of them, he'd be in big trouble.
Kou Jing and Han Xue'er were even more anxious, both tightly clenching their fists with palms full of cold sweat.
Although they had seen Ye Haochuan's ability to overpower Li Tianwei's three bodyguards yesterday, now, with at least ten people on Sun Zhe's side, could Ye Haochuan possibly prevail?
Little did they know, Ye Haochuan smiled nonchalantly, cracking his knuckles, "Buzz off, who's going to die today is still up in the air!"
This carefree attitude immediately infuriated Sun Zhe.
"Guys, beat him for me, beat him until he's a bloody mess!" Sun Zhe commanded with rage.
As soon as Sun Zhe gave the order, the students menacingly closed in on Ye Haochuan, rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight.
"Young Master Sun, rest easy, watch how we beat him up!"
"Young Master Sun, I can't guarantee anything else, but crippling this little punk is no problem at all!"
"Damn it, Ye, you dare to talk to our Young Master Sun like that? Are you freaking asking for it?"
Facing the students closing in from all directions, Ye Haochuan's expression turned cold, "Damn, a bunch of fools courting death!"
On hearing this, Sun Zhe's buddies were instantly enraged and rushed at him all at once.
The next moment, Ye Haochuan's energy sank into his Dantian, he bent down, using his left foot as the pivot point, he spun around forcefully, sweeping out with a leg sweep, a domineering aura sweeping across everything.
"Smack smack smack…"
A series of rapid sounds ensued, one after the other, resembling musical notes varying in pitch, continuous and unbroken.
Followed by screams beginning to rise and fall, almost every student at the forefront of the charge fell to the ground, clutching their legs and wailing loudly.
"Damn it, if you want to cripple others, you'd better be prepared to get crippled yourself!" Ye Haochuan said as he looked at the bodies sprawled on the ground.
The rest of Sun Zhe's buddies were shocked and secretly cursed their bad luck, "Damn it, we've kicked the iron board today, we've encountered a master."
And the surrounding onlookers, all rejuvenated, nobody had expected Ye Haochuan to be such a good fighter.
However, Sun Zhe had always been arrogant and how could he easily admit defeat?
Moreover, he himself was a martial artist. The two bodyguards sent by Li Tianwei had been taken down by him with just a few moves.
"Damn, no wonder you're so arrogant, kid, you've actually trained a bit in martial arts," Sun Zhe's expression turned cold on the spot, and he said viciously, "But in front of me, you're not arrogant enough."
With that said, Sun Zhe bellowed, "Get out of my way, all of you!"
The crowd of buddies dispersed like a tide, clearing a space, each of them shouting and cheering for Sun Zhe.
"With Young Master Sun taking action, this kid is doomed for sure."
"Exactly. Our Young Master Sun is the school's Sanda champion and has been mentored by a master. This kid's done for."
"Hehe, I'd bet this guy won't survive the day. Even if he does, he'll probably be crippled by Young Master Sun!"
Listening to these mocking words, Ye Haochuan felt contempt. Each of them looked down on others with disdain. What kind of eyes do they have?
At that moment, Sun Zhe moved forward a few steps, reached Ye Haochuan, and without warning threw a straight punch at him.
The speed was astounding.
All around, exclamations rose and fell in succession.
Turns out, after Sun Zhe threw his punch, Ye Haochuan didn't move an inch.
Just as the punch was about to land on his face, Ye Haochuan suddenly responded with even greater speed like lightning, grabbed Sun Zhe's fist in his hand, and then twisted it in the opposite direction with force.
Sun Zhe immediately let out a yelp of pain and knelt on the ground, his face swelling red.
Surrounded by Sun Zhe's close circle, all their faces changed color, none of them had expected that their champion in Sanda, Young Master Sun, would not last a single move against Ye Haochuan. They cursed in unison, demanding Ye Haochuan to let go.
Ye Haochuan, seizing the advantage, would not let up. Why would he listen to these people's noise? Instead, he continued to activate his Longevity True Qi, increasing the strength in his hand.
Sun Zhe's wrist became more and more painful, beads of sweat the size of beans continuously rolled down his face, and through gritted teeth, he cursed, "Son of a bitch, how dare you mess with me..."
"Mess with you? I'm going to beat you up!" Ye Haochuan said, and then slapped him across the face.
Immediately, a clear palm print appeared on one side of Sun Zhe's cheek, burning hot.
"You dare to hit me?" Sun Zhe was furious.
"Smack!"
Ye Haochuan unleashed another loud slap and said indifferently, "I'm hitting you today. What can you do to me?"
"Fuck your mother!" Sun Zhe suddenly erupted like an angry lion.
"Idiot!" Ye Haochuan laughed coldly, gripping the hand that held Sun Zhe's fist, and applied more force.
Sun Zhe immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
The group of Sun Zhe's cronies couldn't stand it any longer and came up to attack together, but Ye Haochuan grabbed Sun Zhe and swung him around as a human weapon. Those who closed in were all thrown to the ground, crying out in pain.
Seeing this, Sun Zhe realized at once that the guy in front of him was not to be trifled with, but he still blustered weakly, "Ye, let go of me right now, or I'll find someone to kill you!"
"Kill me?"
Ye Haochuan was thoroughly enjoying the fight, his confidence swelling. He scoffed at the threats, "If you want to kill me, I'll fucking kill you first!"
After speaking, he concentrated his Longevity True Qi in his palm and delivered smack after smack, one after another, fiercely slapping Sun Zhe's face.
With the power of the Longevity True Qi, his slaps were several times stronger, swelling Sun Zhe's face and causing a buzzing in his ears.
"Brother Ye, Brother Ye, I'll call you my dear brother, please stop hitting me. I beg you to stop. If you keep going, I'll be disfigured!"
Sun Zhe was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.
"Your disfigurement is like getting plastic surgery!" Ye Haochuan laughed.
"Pfft—" Kou Jing and Han Xue'er, who were beside him, couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing this.