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Classes in the morning lasted until 11:30.

Zhang Qian called three times.

First time: "Lieutenant Lin, the school administration office of Ping'an County No. 3 Middle School is not very cooperative, saying it involves student privacy."

"Damn it, why is investigating a lousy high school such a big deal? You're calling in the name of headquarters."

The second time: "I got through. The school administration said that their school has a very good atmosphere and there are no records of campus disputes."

"fart."

The third time: "I asked someone at the Ping'an County Education Bureau again. They said that there were indeed a few students in this school who were quite 'active,' but they couldn't go into details. However, one name appeared several times, from Class 4 of the second year of high school, named Zhao Qiang."

"Zhao Qiang?"

"Yes, he's supposedly the son of a building materials merchant from Ping'an County. He's really tough at school, and has beaten up several classmates, but his dad always manages to settle things with money."

Lin Feng wrote down the name.

11:35.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

The students poured out of the teaching building, chattering away.

Lin Feng stood up and walked towards the school gate.

His mental powers were constantly monitoring Xiaoyu's direction.

Xiaoyu didn't walk towards the school gate.

She headed towards the back of the teaching building.

Lin Feng frowned.

Three other people walked with her.

The sound of three boys' footsteps.

One of their voices came over.

"Lin Xiaoyu, the money we received last week wasn't enough. Brother Qiang said this week's amount is five thousand."

Xiaoyu's voice was very soft: "I really don't have that much..."

"No? Didn't your brother transfer you a large sum of money? Stop pretending to be poor, show it to me."

"That's my brother's money..."

"Isn't your brother's money your money too? Stop talking nonsense, don't even think about going back to the classroom today if you don't hand it over."

Lin Feng quickened his pace.

He turned and walked to the door of the security guard's duty room.

"Open the door."

The security guard glanced at his military insignia and hurriedly pressed the switch.

Lin Feng carried Lieshan into the campus.

Behind the teaching building is an abandoned flower bed, overgrown with weeds half a person tall, with a few broken desks and chairs piled up in the corner.

This kind of place, with its blind spots for surveillance and lack of teachers, is perfect for doing dirty work.

Lin Feng quickened his pace as he walked around the teaching building.

He heard the sound of a slap on the face.

crisp.

Then came a muffled groan from Xiaoyu.

"Tell me, where's the money?"

"I already gave it to them; I gave them two thousand last time."

"Two thousand is nothing! If Brother Qiang says five thousand, then it's five thousand. If you don't pay today, don't come to school tomorrow."

Lin Feng clenched his teeth.

Damn it! How dare you bully my sister?

"What the hell are you crying for? What's the use of crying?"

Then came the sound of shoving, and Xiaoyu's back hit the wall.

When Raymond Lam turned the corner, he saw the complete scene.

Three boys.

One was fat, one was tall and thin, and one was wearing an earring.

They were all seventeen or eighteen years old.

Xiaoyu was pushed to the corner of the wall, her face flushed red, with a clear handprint on her left cheek.

The one with the earring was reaching into Xiaoyu's schoolbag.

The fat man stood by, keeping watch.

The tall, thin man was recording a video on his phone.

"Record it. If she dares to complain later, release the video."

Xiaoyu bit her lip and remained silent, her hands gripping the strap of her schoolbag tightly.

"Let go!"

The person wearing the earring yanked hard, and the backpack strap broke.

The contents of the schoolbag were scattered all over the floor.

Textbooks, pencil case, and a worn-out wallet.

The person wearing earrings squatted down, picked up the wallet, and opened it.

"Only three hundred yuan? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

He threw the wallet at Xiaoyu's face.

Lin Feng walked over.

The fat man was the first to turn around.

A young man in a black combat suit, carrying a long weapon wrapped in black cloth, was walking towards them.

"Who? What are you doing...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng grabbed him by the neck.

The fat man's words caught in his throat.

His 200-pound body was lifted up with one hand, and both feet were off the ground.

The tall, thin man's phone fell to the ground with a thud.

The person wearing the earring instinctively took a step back.

Xiaoyu looked up and saw Lin Feng's profile.

"elder brother......"

Lin Feng didn't look at her.

He threw the fat man away.

The fat man's body flew four or five meters away.

Where is Zhao Qiang?

Lin Feng's voice was very flat.

The tall, thin man's legs were trembling: "What, Zhao Qiang?"

"Where's Zhao Qiang, the one who told you to come and collect the money?"

The woman with the earring turned pale, her mouth agape, too afraid to utter a sound.

Lin Feng took a step toward him.

step.

I peed right after wearing an earring.

A foul odor wafted through the air.

"Class 4... Class 4 classroom."

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Lin Feng smiled slightly.

With a flash of cold light, three heads fell to the ground.

One of the heads rolled to Lin Feng's feet, and his foot sank.

puff!

Red and white items were scattered all over the ground.

Lin Feng squatted down, picked up the textbooks and stationery on the ground, and stuffed them back into Xiao Yu's schoolbag one by one.

The strap of his schoolbag broke, so he hung the schoolbag on his shoulder.

"Come on, take me to see Zhao Qiang."

Xiaoyu clutched at the hem of his clothes, her voice trembling violently.

"Brother, don't go, I'm fine."

"You call that a slap mark on your face nothing?"

Xiaoyu stopped talking.

Lin Feng took her hand and walked towards the teaching building.

Second floor of the teaching building, Class 4 of Grade 11.

During lunch break, most students eat in the classroom or sleep at their desks.

Lin Feng walked to the door of Class 4 and glanced inside.

In the very middle of the last row of the classroom, a boy with dyed yellow hair sat with his legs crossed, playing games on his phone.

Three or four people surrounded him, offering him water and snacks.

Lin Feng pushed open the classroom door and went inside.

The students in the classroom looked up and were stunned to see an adult carrying a long, narrow object as he walked in.

The blond-haired man also raised his head.

"Who are you? Which class's parent are you?"

Lin Feng walked up to him, took his schoolbag off his shoulder, and placed it on the desk.

"You're Zhao Qiang?"

"What is it now?" The blond-haired man stuffed his phone into his pocket, crossed his legs, and looked impatient.

"You're the one I've been looking for!"

Lin Feng grabbed the back of Zhao Qiang's neck and lifted him off the chair.

"There are still students on campus, I'll go outside and kill you!"