He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

The leader of the Righteous Gate dodged the attack with a swift movement, then struck him squarely in the chest with a palm strike. The man with the mustache was instantly severely injured, flying backward and crashing heavily into the cave wall. Blood gushed from his mouth, his eyes filled with terror and resentment.

"You...you actually..." The man with the trembling mustache pointed at the leader of the Righteousness Sect, wanting to say something, but ultimately couldn't utter a word. His head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

With the death of the man with the mustache, his men immediately lost their will to fight. They threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and surrendered to the Righteous Gate. The leader of the Righteous Gate looked at them coldly and said, "Today I can spare your lives, but you must remember this: never again commit evil deeds or oppress innocent people! Otherwise, the Righteous Gate will not let you off easily!"

Upon hearing this, those people immediately kowtowed repeatedly, agreeing wholeheartedly. They knew the prestige of the Righteous Gate and understood that they were incredibly lucky to have escaped with their lives. From then on, they dared not commit any more evil deeds.

Although the battle inside the cave had ended, Zhang Beixing and Zhang Shumin's adventure continued. They knew that there were still many villains like the man with the mustache waiting for them to punish.

One day, Zhang Beixing and Zhang Shumin were invited to Sun Tingting's party. As soon as they entered the private room, they saw Zhou Ran bullying someone again.

"Sun Tingting doesn't deserve it!" No sooner had Zhou Ran finished speaking than the blond-haired men sprang into action. They roughly grabbed Sun Tingting, completely ignoring her cries and struggles. Zhao Wenhao was stunned. He hadn't expected Zhou Ran to be so disrespectful. A flicker of fear crossed his eyes, but more so, anger and resentment.

"Zhou Ran!" Zhao Wenhao roared, his voice echoing in the private room, "Don't go too far!"

Zhou Ran turned her head and gave him a cold glance: "Excessive? You think this is excessive? Let me tell you, this is just the beginning. Isn't your dad very rich and powerful? Let him come and save you."

Zhao Wenhao trembled with anger at Zhou Ran's words. He knew he was no match for Zhou Ran, but he was unwilling to give up. He glanced at Sun Tingting being dragged away, then at Qian Wen standing to the side, his heart filled with helplessness and guilt.

"Zhou Ran, you'll regret this!" Zhao Wenhao said through gritted teeth.

"Regret?" Zhou Ran laughed as if he had heard a joke. "I, Zhou Ran, never regret what I do. But you, little fatty, you should think carefully about how to explain this to your father."

After speaking, Zhou Ran turned and left, with Huang Mao and the others following closely behind. Zhao Wenhao stood there, watching their retreating figures, his fists clenched, his eyes flashing with anger.

The other students in the private room also came to their senses and gathered around to comfort Zhao Wenhao and Sun Tingting. But Zhao Wenhao seemed not to hear anything, standing still as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Just then, Zhang Beixing and his sister Zhang Shumin walked over. Zhang Beixing glanced at Zhao Wenhao and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, little fatty, don't be too sad. There are many unfair things in this world. What we can do is make ourselves stronger and then change those unfair things."

Zhao Wenhao raised his head, looked at Zhang Beixing, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Who are you?"

“My name is Zhang Beixing, and this is my younger sister, Zhang Shumin. We're not in the same class as you, but we go to the same school. We saw what happened today, and to be honest, Zhou Ran is definitely not a good person. But don't be too discouraged; after all, you're not fighting alone,” Zhang Beixing said.

Hearing Zhang Beixing's words, Zhao Wenhao felt a surge of warmth in his heart. Although he didn't know Zhang Beixing and Zhang Shumin, their care and encouragement warmed his heart. He nodded, "Thank you, I will remember."

"Remember what?" Zhang Shumin asked curiously.

“Remember that there are many kind and brave people like you in this world,” Zhao Wenhao said.

Zhang Beixing and Zhang Shumin exchanged a smile and patted Zhao Wenhao on the shoulder: "Alright, don't overthink it. We're leaving now, you should go home early too."

After speaking, the two siblings turned and left the private room. Watching their retreating figures, Zhao Wenhao's anger and resentment gradually subsided. He knew he couldn't give up yet, because he still had many things to do and many people to protect. He took a deep breath, turned, and walked out of the private room.

It was already dark outside, and the neon lights on the street began to flash.

As Zhao Wenhao stepped out of the KTV, the evening breeze helped him clear his head slightly. He took out his phone, looked at the familiar number on the screen, hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the call button.

"Hey, Wenhao, why are you calling so late?" came the father's tired voice from the other end of the phone.

“Dad, I…” Zhao Wenhao opened his mouth, but found that he didn’t know how to start.

"What's wrong? What happened?" His father seemed to sense the unusual tone in his voice and asked anxiously.

Zhao Wenhao took a deep breath and told his father everything that had happened that night. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sigh.

"Wenhao, do you know who Zhou Ran is?" His father's voice was heavy. "He is a notorious underworld boss in Fenglan City, with influence in every field. Although our Zhao family has some strength, it is still too much of a struggle to go against Zhou Ran."

Zhao Wenhao gripped his phone tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms: "But Dad, are we just going to stand by and watch him bully our classmate? Sun Tingting... she's still a girl!"

“Wenhao, listen to me.” His father’s voice suddenly turned serious. “There are many things in this world that are beyond our control. You can have a sense of justice, but you can’t blindly fight against forces you can’t possibly overcome. Do you understand?”

Zhao Wenhao was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I understand, Dad."

"Sigh, Wenhao, it's not that your father doesn't want to help you, but we really can't fight against someone like Zhou Ran. You should stay away from him in the future," the father sighed again.

Zhao Wenhao didn't speak, but silently hung up the phone. He knew his father was telling the truth, and he knew he was powerless to fight Zhou Ran. But he was unwilling, truly unwilling to give up like this.

He looked up at the dark night sky, his heart filled with confusion and helplessness. He didn't know what to do.

He knew in his heart that he could not give up so easily.

Just then, a dazzling ray of light shone down, and a black sedan stopped in front of him. The window slowly rolled down, and a familiar face came into view.

"Wenhao, get in the car quickly," someone inside the car called out.

Zhao Wenhao was slightly taken aback, then recognized the man as his cousin—a criminal investigator working at the police station. After a moment's hesitation, he finally stepped into the car.

"Cousin, what are you doing here?" Zhao Wenhao asked curiously.

“I happened to be on official business nearby when I saw you standing here alone, so I came over to check on you,” my cousin explained. “What’s wrong? You don’t look well; have you run into some trouble?”

After a moment of silence, Zhao Wenhao recounted his experiences of the evening to his cousin. His cousin frowned upon hearing this: "Zhou Ran? I've heard of that name before; he's definitely a troublesome fellow." "Cousin, what should I do? I'm truly unwilling to give up so easily," Zhao Wenhao said firmly, clenching his fists.

His cousin glanced at him and said earnestly, "Wenhao, I understand your sense of justice, but some things are not for us to easily interfere with. People like Zhou Ran will be dealt with by the law. What you can do now is protect yourself and not get involved."

Zhao Wenhao remained silent, lost in thought. He understood that his cousin's words were true, but he still couldn't shake the feeling of unease. He looked up at the dark night sky outside the car window, his heart filled with confusion and helplessness. He didn't know where his future would lead, but he knew he absolutely couldn't give up.

Seeing Zhao Wenhao remain silent, his cousin sighed and continued, "Wenhao, I know you're feeling bad, but this world is full of injustice and helplessness. As ordinary people, there's really only so much we can do. However, it's not like we're completely helpless."

Zhao Wenhao suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "Cousin, do you have a way?"

My cousin shook his head: "I don't have a direct way to deal with Zhou Ran, but I can help you find out more about the situation so you can understand your predicament better. Also, you can consider calling the police. Although Zhou Ran has a lot of power, the law is fair."

Zhao Wenhao gave a wry smile: "Call the police? Would someone like Zhou Ran be afraid of the police?"

“Of course he’s afraid,” my cousin said seriously. “No matter how powerful he is, he’s still a criminal. The police’s duty is to fight crime and protect the people. As long as we have solid evidence, we will definitely be able to bring him to justice.”

Zhao Wenhao nodded, a sense of confidence rising within him. He understood that his cousin was right; the law was just, and people like Zhou Ran would ultimately receive the punishment they deserved.

"Cousin, could you help me find out more about Zhou Ran? I want to know what kind of person he is," Zhao Wenhao pleaded.

My cousin hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, I'll do my best to help you investigate. But remember, don't do anything rash, lest you get yourself into trouble."

Zhao Wenhao looked at his cousin gratefully: "Thank you, cousin."

His cousin patted him on the shoulder: "You're welcome, we're family. But remember, always prioritize your own safety."

The two chatted for a while longer, then the cousin drove Zhao Wenhao home. Standing at his doorstep, watching his cousin's car drive away, Zhao Wenhao felt a surge of gratitude and determination. He knew what he had to do next.

The next morning, Zhao Wenhao arrived at school early. When he entered the classroom, he found his classmates whispering and glancing at him from time to time. He knew they were talking about what happened the night before.

Zhao Wenhao ignored their stares and went straight to his seat. He had barely sat down when a classmate approached him.

"Wenhao, are you alright?" his classmate asked with concern.

Zhao Wenhao glanced at him and recognized him as a classmate from the karaoke bar the night before. He shook his head: "I'm fine."

"We've all heard about what happened last night. That Zhou Ran really went too far. What are you planning to do?" the classmate asked.

Zhao Wenhao was silent for a moment, then said, "I haven't thought about it yet."

His classmate patted him on the shoulder: "Wenhao, don't be too discouraged. I believe you can definitely figure out a way."

Zhao Wenhao looked at him gratefully: "Thank you."

Just then, the homeroom teacher walked into the classroom. She glanced at Zhao Wenhao, then walked to the podium and said, "Classmates, I know something happened last night. But I want to tell you that you must always remain calm and rational. Don't do anything you'll regret because of a moment of impulse."

Zhao Wenhao knew his homeroom teacher was reminding him, so he lowered his head, filled with remorse. He understood that his actions had caused trouble for the class and the school.

But he also knew that he couldn't give up. He had to find a way to solve the problem and get justice for himself and his classmates.

The sunlight streaming through the window fell on Zhao Wenhao's face, reflecting the resolute light in his eyes. He knew he had to take action; he couldn't just sit and wait for his doom.

After class, Zhao Wenhao found some classmates who had also been at the karaoke bar the night before and gathered them together.

"Everyone, I know you're all afraid of Zhou Ran, but we can't let him bully our classmates," Zhao Wenhao said firmly, looking at them.

One classmate hesitated and said, "Wenhao, it's not that we're afraid of him, it's just... Zhou Ran's power is too great, we're no match for him at all."

Zhao Wenhao nodded: "I know Zhou Ran has a lot of influence. But we can't give up now. We need to find a way to collect evidence of his crimes and then hand it over to the police."

Another classmate stared wide-eyed: "Are you crazy? Going to collect evidence of Zhou Ran's crimes? Isn't that just asking for trouble?"

Zhao Wenhao glanced at him and said seriously, "I'm not crazy. I know this is dangerous, but we can't let Zhou Ran get away with it. I believe that as long as we work together, we will definitely find evidence of his crimes."

The students looked at each other, silent. Zhao Wenhao knew they were still hesitant, so he continued, "I know this is difficult, but we can't give up. Sun Tingting is still a girl; she's been hurt so badly, we can't just let it go like this."

Upon hearing Sun Tingting's name, the students' eyes hardened.

They knew in their hearts that Sun Tingting was not only their classmate but also their close friend, and they could not stand by and watch her be bullied like this.

“Okay, let’s fight side by side!” one student said resolutely.

The other students nodded in agreement. Looking at them, Zhao Wenhao felt a surge of gratitude and warmth. He knew he was no longer fighting alone.

In the days that followed, Zhao Wenhao and his classmates quietly began investigating Zhou Ran's crimes. They had a clear division of labor: some were responsible for secretly tracking Zhou Ran's henchmen, while others focused on collecting relevant evidence.

Despite the numerous difficulties and dangers they encountered along the way, they never gave up. Because they understood that they were engaged in a truly meaningful cause. (End of Chapter)