While Hong Jiaxin was speaking, Luo yang's attention was all on his chest where she was lying on top of him.
When Zhu Li learned what Luo yang had asked, she smiled faintly and said, "Jiaxin, he's clearly not interested in the wine but the fun beyond it. It's just an excuse. Just indulge him."
Upon hearing this, Luo yang laughed heartily.
Hong Jiaxin pouted her red lips and twisted Luo yang's ribs even harder, her face blushing as she said, "That won't do. If he dares to mess around, I'll beat him up."
Her shy face was tinged with a faint trace of annoyance, her eyes nearly brimming with tears.
Seeing Luo yang's smug smile, especially when she heard his familiar chuckle, she became even more annoyed. At first, she had been twisting him, but now she started pounding on his ribs with her little fists.
Given Luo yang's physique, he could take her punches without getting hurt. It was just a bit painful.
"Class leader, go easy," he said with a laugh.
She bit down on her silver teeth and kept hitting him without any intention to stop. She wanted him to feel the pain. He had no choice but to lift and jostle her bottom, leaving her no time to beat him.
Their bodies slid against each other tightly, almost sparking a fire.
She was a strong-willed girl, and although she was getting physically weak, she gritted her teeth and persisted.
At first, she could hold on, but gradually she became a limp mass. She furrowed her brows in frustration and said coquettishly, "If you don't stop now! Sister will beat you up!"
Seeing that she was about to blow up, he stopped, no longer holding her bottom but hugging her body and arms tightly to prevent her from lashing out.
After just two or three minutes of jostling, Hong Jiaxin had no choice but to lie on top of Luo yang, panting heavily.
"Hehe, class leader," Luo yang said with a laugh.
She glared at him resentfully, momentarily too exhausted to hit him and could only stare.
Gradually, her dark eyes clouded with a thick layer of shyness, and she began to look abashed.
However, his hands tightened around her, and no matter how she slid down, she couldn't get far away.
After catching her breath, she said indignantly, "Let go!"
Seeing that she was truly getting angry, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.
So, he carried her and set her down in the seat.
"Class leader, look outside, what is that?" Luo yang asked, pointing to the scenery outside the car window.
There wasn't actually any picturesque view; he was just trying to divert her attention.
Seeing her look back at him with a mix of shyness and resentment, Luo yang felt his cheeks heat up, smiled, and stayed on guard for a sudden attack from her.
It was then that Zhu Li said, "The Yingyan Martial Arts School is not far ahead."
Luo yang looked forward, only to see a large billboard by the roadside a few dozen meters away with "Yingyan Martial Arts School" written in cursive brush strokes. According to the arrow on the billboard, they would reach the Yingyan Martial Arts School if they went another hundred meters or so.
The area was part of the new commercial district in the northern part of the city, where a three-story building housed a shopping mall on the first and second floors, and the premises of the Yingyan Martial Arts School on the third floor.
As soon as they got out of the car, they saw a young man in a black and white martial arts uniform walking past them. The pants of the uniform were white, the left side of the top was white, the right side was black, and the back featured a pattern of seven flying eagles arranged diagonally in a line, with a progressive fading effect, leaving only a faint shadow of the seventh eagle.
Previously, the Yingyan Martial Arts School had been located in the old city area to the south. Later, finding the space too cramped and not grand enough, they moved to the new district to the north of the city. The buildings here were newly constructed and the rent was relatively cheap.
From the ground floor, they could hear the "ha ha ha" sounds coming from the third floor, indicating numerous apprentices were practicing their routines there.
Luo yang was there to find Wu Yinghong, not to get into a fight. If he brought the group with the buzz-cut young man upstairs, it would look like a mass confrontation, inquiring about wrongdoing, and naturally, the situation would be tense, not conducive to conversation.
"Sister Kick, Sister Chen, I'll go up with Jiaxin and have a look. Wait for me here," Luo yang said.
Then, he took Hong Jiaxin up to the third floor via the staircase.
Upon arriving at the third floor and standing at the entrance, he saw scores of apprentices in black and white martial arts uniforms practicing earnestly, exuding a magnificent aura.
At that moment, a young man came over and asked politely, "Are you here to learn martial arts?"
Luo yang responded politely as well, "No. I'm here to find someone."
Upon hearing that, the young man's expression cooled instantly, and he asked indifferently, "Who are you looking for?"
Luo yang then said he was looking for Wu Yinghong.
"What do you want with him?" the young man inquired further.
"I have a bit of a grudge with him; please call him out," Luo yang said.
The young man's expression turned even colder as he eyed Luo yang.
After a long moment, he blurted out, "I am Wu Yinghong. I don't know you. What grudge do we have?"
After all that time, it turned out that the young man standing before them was the very person they were looking for, and Luo yang shared a laugh with Hong Jiaxin.
"It's not convenient to talk here; let's talk downstairs," Luo yang suggested amicably.
"I don't have time. I still need to teach my younger brothers and sisters. Whatever it is, talk about it here," Wu Yinghong replied coldly.
This was the territory of the Yingyan Martial Arts School, and if an argument or fight broke out, it could be seen as a challenge to the school.
Luo yang bore no grudge against the Ying Zhao Yan Xing Sect or the Yingyan Martial Arts School, he was just there to find someone and didn't want to cause a major scene.
"Then let's go down to the second floor to talk," he suggested.
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense," Wu Yinghong retorted.
Luo yang wanted to invite Wu Yinghong down to discuss matters in detail, but since the other party was unwilling, he got straight to the point and said, "I heard you've won quite a bit of money playing cards recently, and I want to talk to you about that."
Upon hearing this, Wu Yinghong's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and with a stern face, he said, "If you're here to learn martial arts, sign up. No idle people or dogs allowed in. Get out."
As he spoke, he waved his hand dismissively, as if to shoo them away.
Seeing that he had come so politely only to be disregarded, Luo yang said coldly, "Call your master out!"
This was Qi Xiangtian's territory.
As Wu Yinghong was a disciple of Qi Xiangtian, and one should respect the master when disciplining the dog, if Qi Xiangtian was reasonable, Luo yang would let it go.
Who knew that Wu Yinghong would become even more aggressive, glaring and saying, "If you two don't get lost! Don't blame me for being rude! If you want to cause trouble here, I'll see it through to the end! I'll count to three, and if you don't get out of my sight, I'll break your legs!"
He near roared his ultimatum, and those young people who had been practicing their Martial Arts Routines stopped and gathered around, standing behind Wu Yinghong and staring coldly at Luo yang and Hong Jiaxin.