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"Okay, then don't stay outside too long, it's already quite late."

Bai Xiaochu was also somewhat worried.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Chusheng looked serious.

He recognized the boy who was slacking off outside the private room earlier; he was Zhu Jinghao's friend.

"Damn, are you just feeding me dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection)?"

Zhou Chu grimaced and complained.

"That third-year student should be blocking us at the entrance right now. You can take the two of them and leave through the back door later."

Fang Chusheng didn't waste any words.

"What? That third-year student is blocking our way?"

Zhou Chu was startled; he thought the incident was over.

Fang Chusheng didn't answer, but dialed Wei Zhiyong's cell phone directly.

"What's up? Has the date for the social event been set?"

"I asked jokingly on the other end of the phone," Wei Zhiyong asked.

"That's not all. Those bastards were blocking my way at the KTV entrance earlier. Brother Yong, could you please come back again?"

Fang Chusheng gave a brief explanation.

"Damn it! Don't go out, I'm bringing my brothers right now."

Wei Zhiyong immediately hung up the phone and set off with the brothers he had just met.

"Old Fang, they're not really going to do this, are they?"

Zhou Chu was very scared.

"Are you afraid of chicken feathers? I'll distract those guys at the front door, you wait five minutes and then take the two of them out the back door."

Fang Chusheng already had a plan in mind.

"Don't do anything rash. Let's wait for Brother Yong and the others to arrive before we talk about it."

Zhou Chu quickly grabbed Fang Chusheng.

"Damn it! Are you even a man? I'm not asking you to go fight. Just keep those two in check, I can handle the rest."

While speaking, Fang Chusheng hid an unopened bottle of Snow Beer in his clothes.

"Old Fang, don't be impulsive!"

At the beginning of the week, I was even more worried.

Fang Chusheng thought for a moment, then took out a phone from Xu Wenhao's "corpse" and handed it to Zhou Zhu. "I'll call this phone later. Once you answer, pretend you know nothing and chat with me. If you hear any arguing on my end, start recording. Don't hang up the whole time, understand?"

"Understand."

Zhou Chu wasn't stupid; he quickly understood Fang Chusheng's intentions.

"I'm leaving them both to you."

Fang Chusheng patted Zhou Chu on the shoulder, then poured himself a glass of wine, took Su Ze's phone, and left.

As soon as he left the KTV, he noticed the gazes from not far away, confirming his suspicions.

Fang Chusheng swayed from side to side, lit a cigarette, and then took out his phone to dial Xu Wenhao's number. "Hey, where the hell the hell are you guys? Drinking, you bastards! Where are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Chu replied anxiously, "I...we're in the private room, where are you?"

"Damn it, I'm already out of the KTV, you bunch of bastards, get out here now!"

Fang Chusheng was cursing loudly, attracting the attention of many people around him.

He staggered down the dead end like a drunkard.

Meanwhile, a group of people were sneaking around behind them.

Fang Chusheng caught a glimpse of Zhu Jinghao out of the corner of his eye. Unfazed, he walked into the dead end and cursed, "Damn it, why can't we get through this road?"

Zhou Chu, on the other end of the phone, felt extremely awkward and silently prayed that Fang Chusheng would be safe and sound.

At this point, Zhu Jinghao and his group no longer hid and openly blocked the alley exit.

There's only one road here, no surveillance cameras, and with more than ten people facing off against a drunk person, the outcome is predictable.

Zhu Jinghao's idea was simple: Fang Chusheng had embarrassed him before, so he naturally wanted to get revenge by slapping him a few times, kicking him a few times, and then filming a video of him calling Fang Chusheng "Dad."

This kind of thing is very common. Even if it gets to the school, most of the time it's downplayed and ignored.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Fang Chusheng roared drunkenly.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chu on the other end of the phone immediately began recording.

"Kid, weren't you all high and mighty before? You even had a bunch of guys backing you up?"

Zhu Jinghao's tone was icy as he grabbed Fang Chusheng's collar.

"I know you, you're Zhu Jinghao? What do you want? Why did you snatch my phone? Give it back! And you even hit me?!"

During the push-and-pull between Fang Chusheng and Zhu Jinghao, Su Ze's phone was thrown away.

"Fuck you! You'll be robbed to death!"

Zhu Jinghao kicked Fang Chusheng.

Fang Chusheng had anticipated this; as he dodged, he let out a scream of "Ah!" and shouted, "Murder!"

"I'm going to kill you, brothers, let's go! This guy's drunk, beat him up and nobody's going to care."

Zhu Jinghao believed that Fang Chusheng was acting drunk.

They used fists and feet to beat him, at most leaving him with bruises and swelling. Fang Chusheng might not even know who beat him when he wakes up.

Instantly, many people rushed forward and punched and kicked Chu Sheng.

"Damn it!"

Although Fang Chusheng tried his best to dodge, he was still kicked several times.

"Trash, you dare mess with me? Die!"

Zhu Jinghao just made some empty threats.

"Fuck you! You want to kill me? I'll fight you to the death!"

Fang Chusheng suddenly retaliated, taking out a large snowflake from his clothes.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound echoed throughout the alley.

At that moment, the entire room fell silent; they hadn't expected that the drunk Fang Chusheng would have a bottle of liquor in his hand.

Fang Chusheng stopped somewhat, not hitting Zhu Jinghao on the head, but only on the shoulder.

"what!"

Zhu Jinghao screamed as the glass slashed his skin.

"Want to kill me? No way! I'm not a coward!"

Fang Chusheng rushed towards the others like a madman.

Most people were just there for the spectacle; how could they dare to provoke a madman wielding a broken beer bottle?

Fang Chusheng had no intention of letting this group go. After catching up, he gave them a good beating, hitting their stomachs and buttocks—places where injuries were harder to detect.

After driving these people away, he returned to Zhu Jinghao.

"Please don't hit me, please, don't hit me!"

Fang Chusheng shouted and hit as he went, his cries sounding quite pitiful.

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Zhu Jinghao was stunned. "Isn't it me who got hit? You're fucking a jerk!"

Before long, he was beaten black and blue, and could only beg Zhao Gang for help, "Gangzi, save me!"

Although Zhao Gang was somewhat afraid of the glass bottle in Fang Chusheng's hand, he still gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

Soon, the two started fighting. Fang Chusheng was very careful and didn't use any lethal force, but he had the upper hand because of the glass bottle.

"Holy crap! This guy's drunken rampage is insane! What do we do now?"

The group of people looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

"Stop hitting me! Please stop hitting me!"

Fang Chusheng continued to beat him while begging for mercy.

A short while later, Zhao Gang was punched several times in the face.

Of course, Fang Chusheng was also punched twice and even had a nosebleed.

Just then, several flashlights flashed at the entrance of the alley, followed by several voices shouting, "Stop it! Stop fighting!"

Fang Chusheng kicked Zhao Gang away, then, with a heavy heart, slashed his arm with a broken glass bottle, screaming in agony, "Ouch! It hurts so much!"

Zhao Gang and the others were all stunned, not expecting anyone to come here.

They were none other than Wei Zhiyong and the security guards at Fred Plaza.

"Old Fang? Where are you?"

Wei Zhiyong and others rushed into the crowd and quickly found Fang Chusheng, whose arm was bleeding.