dognovel Chapter 686 The Fierce Scholar
Chapter 686 The Fierce Scholar
Just as Lin Ping said, the alley was blocked by the Zhang family's servants, so that not even a fly could get out, let alone a person.
Meng Qingfan shook his head and said, "If you die, it's not my fault. Who told you not to run away sooner?"
"Kill me? I'm afraid they don't have the ability." Lin Ping smiled faintly and actually walked into the crowd, neither dodging nor avoiding the dense wooden sticks.
Click, click, click!
Several wooden sticks fell on Lin Ping at once, making a crisp sound.
Meng Qingfan was so frightened that he closed his eyes; the force was enough to smash his head open.
"Haha, little page, you asked for this." Upon seeing this, Zhang Ming laughed heartily.
However, the dozen or so servants of the Zhang family were all stunned into silence.
The crisp sound didn't break Lin Ping's bones, but rather their wooden sticks.
Is it even human to withstand several wooden sticks with just flesh and blood?
After a long while, when they still saw no blood coming out of Lin Ping's head, they were almost certain of one thing: Lin Ping was not injured.
Bang bang bang!
Lin Ping's fists flashed, all landing on their chests, breaking a row of ribs. Their bodies flew several meters through the air before finally coming to a stop by crashing into the wall.
More than ten people were knocked away at the same moment, and none of them saw Lin Ping's movements clearly.
"W-What happened? What just happened?" Zhang Minghao was terrified. He hadn't seen Lin Ping's movements clearly and mistakenly thought that the servant had flown out on his own.
"Since it's school violence, I'll spare their lives. Whether they can get out of bed in the future is up to fate. Congratulations to the Zhang family for having a few more parasites." Lin Ping said casually, already walking up to Zhang Minghao.
"What...what do you want to do?" Zhang Minghao dared not look directly into Lin Ping's sharp eyes and retreated in fright.
"Naturally, I'll teach you how to be a decent human being." With that, Lin Ping punched Zhang Minghao in the face.
This punch didn't use any energy, otherwise it would have been fatal, but even so, it still broke Zhang Minghao's nose.
"You have to punch fast, accurate, and ruthless! As long as you beat him so badly that even his mother wouldn't recognize him, no one will dare to seek revenge." Lin Ping demonstrated while teaching.
After those two punches, Zhang Minghao was covered in bruises, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"Spare me! Stop hitting me! It's all my fault for being blind. Please let me go this time." Zhang Minghao knelt down and kowtowed to Lin Ping, no longer caring about the reputation of the Zhang family.
"I am a servant of the Meng family. Is it appropriate for Young Master Zhang to kowtow to me?" Lin Ping asked sarcastically.
Kowtowing to a servant is tantamount to trampling on one's dignity. Moreover, Zhang Minghao is a male member of the Zhang family and represents the family's reputation. If this matter were to spread, the Zhang family would have no face to show their faces.
“Perfect, perfect.” Zhang Minghao increased the frequency of his kowtowing.
"Young Master Zhang has misunderstood me. It's not that I don't want you to kowtow, but that I want you to kowtow to my young master," Lin Ping explained repeatedly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Minghao paused. Although Meng Qingfan's status was higher than Lin Ping's, it would be slightly more respectable for him to kowtow to him.
But he usually beats and scolds Meng Qingfan. Now that he is kneeling and kowtowing in front of him, how can he face him in the future?
"Oh? So Young Master Zhang isn't planning to kowtow to my young master?" Lin Ping said sarcastically, his eyes flashing with a chilling aura once again.
Zhang Minghao was immediately terrified. He no longer cared about dignity or integrity and just kept kowtowing to the death.
This shocking reversal startled Meng Qingfan. He was already grateful that Zhang Minghao wasn't bullying him; he never expected the other party to kneel down and apologize to him.
He was taken aback at first, then stood up straight and accepted the apology as a matter of course.
"Young Master, he hit you pretty hard just now, don't you want to hit him back?" Lin Ping hurriedly reminded him.
Meng Qingfan finally realized what was happening and, in a "what's the worst that could happen?" attitude, kicked Zhang Minghao away.
Since we've already hit him, we're not afraid to hit him a few more times.
"Zhang Minghao, you've finally met your match! Haha, that feels good!" Meng Qingfan stomped his feet on Zhang Minghao's chest repeatedly, finally letting out the pent-up anger that had been building up inside him.
"Pooh!"
A mouthful of thick, pale yellow liquid landed on Zhang Minghao's face.
"Meng Qingfan, you just wait, I won't let you get away with this," Zhang Minghao said through gritted teeth.
He knelt down to save his life, but he was not convinced by Meng Qingfan.
These words were quite threatening, and Meng Qingfan immediately stopped.
“Young Master Zhang, I advise you to abandon your thoughts of revenge. First of all, I can defeat any number of people you send. Secondly, if you dare to retaliate, I will tell everyone what happened today, and then we'll see where your Zhang family will put their face.” Lin Ping said with a sneer.
For Zhang Minghao, sometimes face is more important than life. Upon hearing this, he turned pale with fright.
"By the way, you'd better come up with a reason for your injury, lest your cousins find out something. Otherwise, you won't have the face to show in the Zhang family anymore," Lin Ping said sarcastically.
Compared to the pain in his body, Zhang Minghao cared more about his reputation. He wished he could disappear into the ground and dared not let anyone know about it.
"I fell, yes, I fell." Zhang Minghao kept telling himself this, and even the dozen or so half-dead servants echoed him.
"Why aren't you getting out of here? Or are you waiting for me to start a massacre?"
Those chilling eyes terrified Zhang Minghao; he had every reason to believe that Lin Ping had the guts to kill.
More than ten people felt as if they had been granted a pardon and ran away in a panic, ignoring the excruciating pain.
"I didn't expect you to be so capable." Meng Qingfan stared at Lin Ping with admiration.
At his age, he admires those with high martial arts skills the most, and Lin Ping's performance just now undoubtedly makes him a hero in his heart.
Having a martial arts master as a page is not a bad thing.
Meng Qingfan not only accepted Lin Ping, but was also somewhat relieved.
"Erhu, Xiaoqiang, don't worry, I will take care of you for the rest of your lives." Seeing that the two of them were now crippled, Meng Qingfan patted his chest and said.
The two were naturally overjoyed, completely forgetting the pain of their broken legs.
"Whether or not the young master will support us for life is still uncertain," Lin Ping said as he adjusted their bones.
In no time, the two men's dislocated calves had been restored.
"Don't get out of bed for a month, and you'll be fully recovered in three months," Lin Ping said, dusting his hands off.
"Why do I feel less pain?" Erhu and Xiaoqiang looked at each other, staring at Lin Ping with wide eyes. He could even walk with the support of his other leg.
"You can even set bones?" A glint of light flashed in Meng Qingfan's eyes, as if he had thought of something.
"When I was a kid, I would go up the mountain to move stones, and every now and then I would break my legs or arms. I just became a doctor from being sick for so long, it's nothing much," Lin Ping explained casually. Of course, he couldn't tell the whole truth.