The thing that pissed off Deng Xiang the most was that he had merely gone to another class to hit someone—an insignificant trifle—and yet one fool after another kept popping up to hinder him.
It made him so angry he couldn't catch his breath.
Back at Iron Middle School's junior high section, whenever he took a dislike to someone, he'd just go directly to their class, to their dorm, and beat them up in public, slap them across the face, kick them—and no one dared to fight back.
Why was it different at Fourth Middle School?
Had he, Deng Xiang, gotten old?
Deng Xiang was bursting with rage, took two steps forward, and reached out with one hand to grab Jiang Ning's collar.
Just as he grabbed the collar, he was ready to give a fierce slap right across the face!
He had once made a boy cry with just a slap.
