Li Xiaoqiang glared at the security guards, his face darkening as he said, "Gentlemen, what right do you have to grab us?"
The security team captain was a corpulent young man, whose flesh always quivered as he walked. He snorted coldly, "You were fighting at the school gate."
Li Xiaoqiang sneered, "Were we fighting? You ask this brother here."
Although Zhang Long's face was a patchwork of green and purple, he hurriedly swaggered over to Li Xiaoqiang's side.
With a hand on Li Xiaoqiang's shoulder, he said, "Hey, Wu Hao, that's not cool. This is my buddy. We haven't seen each other in a long time. That was just us being affectionate, right, fellas?"
Those who had been hit by Li Xiaoqiang, hearing their boss talk this way, had to force a smile despite their frustration.
The security team captain, Wu Hao, of course recognized Zhang Long, the local thug. He had witnessed everything that had happened here earlier and had been taking pleasure in Zhang Long's misfortune as he got hit.
Upon seeing how Zhang Long treated Li Xiaoqiang, Wu Hao was only too happy to see it. If I weren't the one getting hit, why would I care?
At that moment, one of the security guards whispered to Wu Hao, "Brother Hao, this guy is the same dude who fought with a teacher in the office today, the asshole who was supposed to be taken to the police station. How come he's fine?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Hao's view of Li Xiaoqiang changed in an instant.
Wu Hao, despite his young age, had become the captain of the security team not by brute force alone; being good with his brain was also one of his strong suits.
If a student could attack a teacher in the office and get away with it scot-free, there was only one conclusion: this guy had backup, a ruthless person not even Tang Zhengqi dared to provoke.
Realizing this, Wu Hao's demeanor changed as quickly as a face-changing Sichuan opera artist, smiling at Li Xiaoqiang, "Bro, I was just playing with you earlier. Really, I was inviting you over to the security booth for a cup of tea."
Li Xiaoqiang didn't expect the other party to change their tune so swiftly. He also smiled, "Since we're all brothers here, I'll come by some other day. Look, I have to take care of a beauty right now, don't I?"
Hearing this, everyone took a glance at Zhou Wudie, their unattainable dream girl—with a beautiful face that knew no bounds and driving a luxury car, life was just unfair.
Zhang Long immediately laughed, "Well then, Brother Li, you go and have fun; we won't disturb you."
After saying that and getting Li Xiaoqiang's cell number, Zhang Long left with his lackeys.
Wu Hao also returned to the security booth.
Zhou Wudie looked at Li Xiaoqiang with a smile and said, "You looked particularly handsome when you were fighting. Even a woman like me couldn't resist, let alone those young girls."
Li Xiaoqiang touched his nose and replied, "Eh, it was alright."
Zhou Wudie took a deep breath, looking especially tempting in her tight short skirt against the night backdrop.
Zhou Wudie said with a smile, "Get in the car. Do I have to pull you in?"
Li Xiaoqiang replied, "Why are you looking for me? I'm really tired today; I want to go back to school and rest."
Li Xiaoqiang had been busy all day, treating Liang Bowen's wife in the hospital and depleting a lot of his energy spirit. Zhou Wudie licked her lips and said, "Are you afraid I'm going to eat you up?"
Li Xiaoqiang looked into her beautiful eyes, the curved eyelashes fluttering, her delicate cheeks as smooth as lard. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course not, I'm truly tired, honey."
Zhou Wudie sighed with resignation, "Alright then, get in the car. Join me for a few drinks to help ease my boredom; I'm in a rather bad mood."
Facing a strong-willed woman like Zhou Wudie, Li Xiaoqiang had no choice but to comply and followed her to a bar near the school.
As they entered the bar, the rock music was deafening, and the dazzling lights flickered. On the stage in the middle of the bar, dancers gyrated their bodies wildly, providing the crowd with a strong visual and sensory shock.
The pungent smell of alcohol was indicative of the bar's decadence; those who came to the bar in the deep of the night were rarely good folk.
Zhou Wudie, who had money to burn, slammed a stack of cash down and booked a private room.
The two sat in the private room, blowing bottle after bottle, and before long, Li Xiaoqiang was lying directly on the sofa, while Zhou Wudie was draped over him like ivy, lying on top of him.
In his dream, Li Xiaoqiang once again saw the old monk who explained to him the cultivation method of the Mysterious Fate Technique.
When he woke up the next day, Li Xiaoqiang felt a little dizzy. He looked around and saw that Zhou Wudie was no longer in the private room; it seemed she had left.
Li Xiaoqiang sat on the sofa and found that the cultivation of the Destiny Method happened in his dreams. The Healing Qi, which had been depleted yesterday, was now the size of a fingertip.
His spirit was exceptionally vibrant now.
Just as Li Xiaoqiang had sobered up, there came a knock at the door. He quickly opened the door to their room.
Before him stood a young boy about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a flat cap and dressed in British style, with rings on all his fingers, flashy and unmistakably a little tyrant.
Behind him stood two bodyguards in suits and leather shoes, both burly and wearing sunglasses.
Although the kid had to look up at Li Xiaoqiang, his eyes were full of arrogance. Before Li Xiaoqiang could speak, the boy blustered, "Kid, what did you do to my sister last night? Speak up, if you don't come clean, I'll slaughter you."
Li Xiaoqiang was taken aback and raised an eyebrow, "Who're you calling a kid, you little brat?"
The kid's face filled with rage upon being called a little brat, but his young face made him look rather cute, "Have him cut down for me! How dare he call me a little brat, I have several wives already, I'm very much a grown man."
As soon as the brat spoke, his two bodyguards rushed towards Li Xiaoqiang.
Li Xiaoqiang, who was not the same as he used to be, landed two kicks in quick succession.
Bang! Bang!
The bodyguards were sent flying by the kicks, slamming into the corridor wall, lying on the floor and screaming in pain.
The little brat wiped his eyes in disbelief, staring at Li Xiaoqiang with adoration, and said with a flattering smile, "Amazing! A real master from the Martial Arts World indeed!"
The brat hurried up to Li Xiaoqiang and begged, "Master, please take me as your disciple!"
"Scram!" Li Xiaoqiang said with annoyance, "You're just a little brat whose hair hasn't even grown in fully yet."
As Li Xiaoqiang was about to close the door, the little brat squeezed into the room like an eel.
He turned to Li Xiaoqiang with a sycophantic smile, "Hehe, master, please take me as your disciple!"
Li Xiaoqiang became interested in the kid, crossed his arms over his chest, and said, "What's with the 'hehe'? You want me to take you as my disciple? Sure, but I have very high standards for accepting disciples. Never mind talent, you can't even afford the fee."
The brat shook his young face eagerly, "Money is no issue, and as for talent, well, am I not handsome and dapper, like a fine young man nourished by the wind, and I'm certainly not dumb, or else I wouldn't have several girlfriends."
"Oh wow," Li Xiaoqiang said in amazement, "You've got girlfriends already? Are you hogging all the little girls at school for yourself?"
The brat laughed, "Of course not. To be precise, I have three girlfriends, one is nineteen and in college, and the other two are in their twenties. They saw that I have money, so naturally, they willingly offered themselves, heh, how about this, master, if you take me as your apprentice, I'll give you all three of my girlfriends?"
Li Xiaoqiang was rendered somewhat speechless by these words, thinking to himself, this little twerp still smells of milk, yet he's already putting on quite the show.
Just then, Zhou Wudie walked out of the bathroom.
Seeing Zhou Wudie, the little brat ran up to her side and took her hand, "Sis, please ask your boyfriend to take me as his apprentice, I beg you, my dear sister."
Zhou Wudie chuckled as she patted the brat's head, "Dongdong, he's not my boyfriend!"
Zhou Dongdong snorted dismissively, "Pfft, you both spent the night together and still deny he's your boyfriend. Anyway, I'm settling on him as my brother-in-law!"