Urban Wolf King
Chapter 60 - 60 60 Two Ideas

60: Chapter 60: Two Ideas 60: Chapter 60: Two Ideas Wanghai Noble School, Xiong Jie and “Dead Fish Eyes” were walking back from outside the school, both smelling of alcohol, already quite tipsy and staggering as they walked.

“Dead Fish Eyes” gritted his teeth and said, “Boss Xiong, this Wang Yan is really a freak, he can fight so well, and his studies are great too.

Are we always going to be bullied by him?

When will this end?”

Xiong Jie snorted coldly and said, “Hmph, it’s not that I can’t deal with him.

If I want to deal with Wang Yan, I have at least two ways to completely ruin him.”

“Dead Fish Eyes” was delighted and asked, “Boss Xiong, you’re amazing, I knew you’d have a plan, and two at that.

What’s the plan?”

Xiong Jie chuckled sinisterly, “The first plan, we get Mr.

Hua involved.

Mr.

Hua is the big boss of the entire school, we usually respect him with money.

If we get Mr.

Hua involved, we can definitely take out Wang Yan firmly.”

Upon hearing this, “Dead Fish Eyes” beamed and said, “Great, great idea.

If Mr.

Hua makes a move, Wang Yan won’t even know how he died.”

However, “Dead Fish Eyes” then looked gloomy, “But, to get Mr.

Hua involved, we have to spend money.

I’m afraid we can’t come up with that much money.”

Xiong Jie was taken aback too, but emboldened by the alcohol, he said, “With my relationship with Mr.

Hua, we don’t need money at all.

Besides, I’m a rich person, I don’t care about such a little money.”

Just then, Xiong Jie suddenly saw five people rushing out in the campus.

Xiong Jie looked over and saw that it was none other than Mr.

Hua, leading the way, with the Four Great Vajra following behind him.

“Dead Fish Eyes” quickly pointed at Mr.

Hua and said, “Boss Xiong, look, Mr.

Hua is here.

Let’s go find him.”

Xiong Jie was startled when he saw Mr.

Hua.

He actually had no relationship with Mr.

Hua; he was just boasting under the influence of alcohol just now.

Now truly seeing Mr.

Hua, Xiong Jie didn’t dare to approach him at all.

But under the constant urging of “Dead Fish Eyes,” Xiong Jie gritted his teeth, mustered up the courage, walked up to Mr.

Hua, and said with a flattering smile, “Mr.

Hua, I’d like to hire you to beat someone up.”

Mr.

Hua didn’t even look at Xiong Jie, he directly bypassed Xiong Jie and ran towards the school gate.

Xiong Jie, losing face in front of “Dead Fish Eyes,” hurriedly shouted, “Mr.

Hua, I want you to beat up Wang Yan, a new kid here…”

Upon hearing Xiong Jie’s words, Mr.

Hua, who was running forward, immediately stopped, turned around, and ran back towards Xiong Jie.

Xiong Jie thought Mr.

Hua agreed to make a move, and quickly smiled, “This Wang Yan is too arrogant, Mr.

Hua must teach him a good lesson.”

But before Xiong Jie could finish speaking, Mr.

Hua raised his hand and slapped him.

With a “slap” sound, a five-fingered handprint immediately appeared on Xiong Jie’s face.

After the slap, Mr.

Hua cursed, “Newton’s Three Laws of Motion!”

After saying this, Mr.

Hua turned and ran towards the school gate again.

Xiong Jie was stunned by the slap.

Even if Mr.

Hua hit him, he could understand since Mr.

Hua hitting people at school was common.

But what did he mean by saying “Newton’s Three Laws of Motion?”

As Xiong Jie was in a daze, the Four Great Vajra also ran up to Xiong Jie.

Each one slapped Xiong Jie’s face, and every time they did, the person would say, “Newton’s Three Laws of Motion.”

Xiong Jie was slapped five times and cursed with “Newton’s Third Law” five times, and his face was already swollen.

Although he was flushed from drinking earlier, the five slaps completely covered up the redness from before, and he instantly sobered up.

Xiong Jie saw Mr.

Hua and the four running farther away, almost crying out, “What’s going on?

What’s the relationship between hitting me and Newton’s Three Laws of Motion?”

“Dead Fish Eyes,” already hidden behind Xiong Jie in fear, only dared to speak after Mr.

Hua was entirely out of sight, and said nervously, “Maybe their physics exam didn’t pass.

This Mr.

Hua is too scary; Boss Xiong, let’s use the second method instead.

What is the second plan?”

Xiong Jie touched his swollen face and said with a wry face, “The second plan is even better.

It involves finding Xiahou Que.

Beiming Xue is Xiahou Que’s fiancée.

Wang Yan dares to hit on Beiming Xue, hmph, Xiahou Que’s wealth could crush Wang Yan.”

Upon hearing this, “Dead Fish Eyes” exclaimed in delight, “This method is good; Xiahou Que won’t hit us.

Let’s use this plan.”

Xiong Jie, holding his swollen face, immediately started searching for Xiahou Que around the campus, only to find many students flocking towards the library.

Xiong Jie quickly stopped one student and asked, “Why is everyone heading to the library?

Is there some event today?”

The student glanced at Xiong Jie’s swollen face and said, “Because a big-shot just went to the Library Pavilion, so everyone followed along.”

“Library Pavilion?

What’s that?” “Dead Fish Eyes” asked.

“Oh, it’s the library.

Stop pulling me, or I won’t get a seat.” The student hurriedly shook off Xiong Jie’s hand and walked toward the library.

“What big-shot, tell us more.” Xiong Jie quickly shouted.

The student, still walking, didn’t turn back and said, “Of course it’s Wang Yan, how do you not know this?

Moreover, both Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, the two goddesses, went with Wang Yan.

If I go late, there won’t be any seat next to the goddesses.”

“Wang Yan!

It’s this Wang Yan again!

How did he become the big-shot of the whole school?” Xiong Jie stared at “Dead Fish Eyes.”

“Dead Fish Eyes” shook his head vigorously, eyes also swollen.

Xiong Jie furiously said, “Hmph, I bet this Wang Yan is seeking death, openly courting Beiming Xue.

If Xiahou Que finds out, he wouldn’t survive for long.”

Having said this, Xiong Jie hurriedly stopped another student and asked, “Have you seen Mr.

Xiahou?”

He asked several people, but none answered him.

However, at the mention of Xiahou Que, everyone smirked.

Finally, Xiong Jie seized a student who then told him Xiahou Que was in the canteen.

While speaking, the student couldn’t help but almost laugh.

Xiong Jie felt a bit strange, but he still headed towards the canteen.

It was already past meal time; the canteen was desolate and silent.

Xiong Jie and “Dead Fish Eyes” cautiously pushed open the canteen door and called out, “Mr.

Xiahou?

Are you in here?”

Just then, a groan came from within the canteen.

Xiong Jie paused, suddenly recalled the student’s uncontrollable smile, quickly pulled his head back, and said to “Dead Fish Eyes,” “Could it be Mr.

Xiahou is having fun inside?

Otherwise, why are there groans?”

“Dead Fish Eyes” nodded and said, “Yes, let’s not go in now, lest we interrupt Mr.

Xiahou’s good time.

Let’s wait here.”

Having agreed, the two stood by the canteen door.

After waiting for over twenty minutes, Xiahou Que still hadn’t come out, and the groaning continued intermittently.

Xiong Jie chuckled bitterly, “Mr.

Xiahou sure is strong, still not done yet.”

Having no choice, the two stood waiting at the entrance.

After waiting another twenty minutes, which added to nearly an hour, Xiahou Que hadn’t emerged.

The groans persisted.

Xiong Jie’s legs were getting numb, impatient with waiting.

He exchanged glances with “Dead Fish Eyes” and cautiously pushed open the canteen door.

“Mr.

Xiahou, we’re coming in, need to talk to you.”

“There’s a guy hitting on Beiming Xue, I’m here to inform you.”

“Where are you?”

Xiong Jie and “Dead Fish Eyes” walked and talked.

But after looking around, they found no trace of Xiahou Que.

While hesitating, Xiong Jie felt stepping on something soft underfoot.

Startled, Xiong Jie quickly lifted his foot to see he had stepped on a human hand.

And this person was lying under a table.

Xiong Jie was taken aback, quickly stepping back to find a man lying under the table with blood all over him, his face bruised and covered in Blackfoot prints, now groaning softly.

Xiong Jie hurriedly extended a hand to drag Xiahou Que out, shouting, “Mr.

Xiahou, what happened to you?”

Xiahou Que, covered in blood and bruises, was groaning softly, his body covered with muddy footprints.

Xiong Jie was shocked by the laugh and quickly asked, “Mr.

Xiahou, what are you laughing at?”

Xiahou Que burst out with a laugh and then said through gritted teeth, “Newton’s Three Laws of Motion!”