TITCFRIBN 5
Chapter 05
An Cheng was incredibly strong—at least, that was the impression Liu Xin and the other three had after being hit.
When the club smashed into their backs, it felt like their internal organs were on the verge of bursting. An inexplicable metallic taste of blood filled their noses and ears.
The four of them stopped and turned around, glaring at the boy behind them with furious eyes.
Through their gaps, An Cheng saw Bai Qing curled up on the ground, covering his head. His military training uniform was covered with wet footprints. His hands, clutching his head, had knuckles scraped and bleeding, contrasting sharply with his normally pale skin.
An Cheng's voice turned icy, "What do you think you're doing?"
Liu Xin had been hit hard and was already furious. "Who the hell are you? I suggest you leave quickly, or else we’ll beat you to—"
"I asked," An Cheng interrupted Liu Xin with a kick to his stomach, "what are you doing?"
The other three noticed the situation turning south. They exchanged glances, planning to gang up on him and beat him down. Even the guy standing guard at the door noticed the unfavorable situation and rushed over to join the fight.
But when the mop swept across them, none of them could dodge it, grimacing in pain as they clutched the spots they had been hit.
An Cheng walked over to Bai Qing, grabbing him by the shoulder with one hand and helping him up. "Bai Qing, does it hurt badly?"
"I'm fine, Brother Cheng. Thank you," Bai Qing's voice trembled. "Let's get out of here."
An Cheng scanned the surroundings. "Wait for me."
He led Bai Qing into a bathroom stall, letting him steady himself before letting go. "Lock the door. Don’t come out until I tell you to."
Bai Qing, a bit confused, obediently stayed inside without moving. "Brother Cheng, what are you going to do?"
As the saying goes, revenge is best served promptly. Who knows how long you might have to wait otherwise?
An Cheng gripped the mop and approached Liu Xin and his group, who were glaring at him but didn’t dare to step forward.
In his previous life, he was a general who fought battles far and wide. His weapon was a long spear.
Bai Qing still didn’t understand how all this had happened.
When he walked out of the restroom, five people were standing outside, all looking at him with ill intentions. They shoved him back in and started beating him.
He had never seen any of them before and couldn’t have possibly offended them.
If there had been just two or three, he might have been able to fight back. But with five, all he could do was endure the beating.
In the midst of the pain, he even wondered if his father’s creditors had tracked him down to the school to collect their debts.
Luckily, An Cheng arrived just in time. Bai Qing’s injuries weren’t too severe—only the initial pain was excruciating. As the pain subsided, Bai Qing’s mind cleared, and he started worrying that Brother Cheng might not be able to handle them and would get hurt.
But outside the stall, all he could hear were cries and wails. There wasn’t a single sound from An Cheng.
Brother Cheng... Is he really that strong?
An Cheng pointed the wet mop at Liu Xin. "Which school and what major are you in?"
Liu Xin had been beaten into submission, lying on the ground in agony, barely able to move without feeling intense pain. He hastily explained, "We’re not from the finance university. We just came in to use the restroom."
An Cheng sneered, kicking him in the leg with his military boots. "Were you here to use the restroom or to beat someone up?"
Liu Xin grimaced in pain, but still managed to glance around shiftily. His ordinary-looking face was filled with confusion. "How could we be here to beat anyone up? It’s all just a misunderstanding."
As they were talking, a loud commotion suddenly erupted outside the restroom. The noise grew louder and closer, and soon, people were about to barge in.
If they saw this scene, they would think that An Cheng had been the one attacking others.
An Cheng sneered internally, dropped the mop, clenched his fist, and then...
Punched himself in the face.
A crowd of people rushed into the restroom, falling silent as they took in the sight: puddles of water on the floor and six people sprawled out on the ground.
One timid student finally broke the silence by shouting, "Ah!! Someone’s dead in the finance university restroom!"
Although Liu Xin and the others were all conscious—An Cheng hadn’t hit them hard enough to knock them out—the student shouted that because he saw blood trickling from An Cheng’s mouth, and An Cheng was lying there peacefully, as if dead.
Not moving at all. Just like a corpse.
Liu Xin and his group: "..."
Suddenly, one of the stall doors swung open, and a student in military training uniform rushed out. His eyes fell on An Cheng, and for a moment, he was frozen with fear. Then, he ran over to An Cheng, knelt down, and cautiously checked if he was still breathing.
Bai Qing was nearly scared to death. His face was even paler than when he was being beaten, and his voice was shaky. "Brother Cheng..."
An Cheng, recognizing it was Bai Qing, secretly tugged at his pant leg.
Telling him: I’m not dead.
But the crowd didn’t know that, and someone frantically called for help.
"Hello? Is this the campus hospital? Hurry up and come to the restroom near the sports field—someone might be dead."
One sentence sent the doctors into a panic, making them rush out of their office and jump straight into the ambulance.
As the ambulance sped toward the sports field, many curious eyes followed the flashing lights on top of the vehicle, wondering which student had fainted again. But when they pulled out their phones during their break, they saw a headline on the forum.
"Shocking! A fight broke out in the men's restroom, and someone got killed!"
Chen He had been in a great mood, sitting on the side, unscrewing a bottle cap, drinking water, and chatting with his friends about their hopes for university life.
Until a classmate showed him their phone, and his expression suddenly turned grim.
An Cheng was quickly taken to the campus hospital.
On the ambulance, the doctor briefly examined his injuries. Aside from the punch to his face, they couldn’t find any major problems. But An Cheng wouldn’t wake up, his brows furrowed and face pale, looking as if he could die at any moment.
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