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Around 7 p.m., the crowds in the teaching and administration buildings gradually dispersed, leaving only a few students on the main road. Some were going to the cafeteria in groups, while others were returning to their dormitories.

Han Tao put the organized documents and the regular clothes that the Armed Forces Department had been lending him for a long time into the closet before changing back into his usual dark shirt, closing the door and going downstairs.

To save time, he deliberately took a shortcut towards the parking lot today. The main reason was that this path was lined with tall camphor trees, making it very cool in the breeze.

For this reason, not only teachers, but also many students often take this shortcut to save time.

Some couples also like to walk this way because security patrols rarely come here after dark, making it relatively secluded.

At this moment, Han Tao was still pondering some questions, all of which were problems encountered by the students who had specifically gone downstairs to wait for him in the academic affairs office.

Director Wang also mentioned that with the postgraduate entrance exam season approaching, he asked if it would be appropriate to focus on this topic in the next career planning class.

Just as he was pondering where to start to get the students more willing to listen and how to truly help them,

Suddenly, a girl's panicked cry came from the woods, mixed with muffled groans from a boy and harsh shouts in a foreign language.

Han Tao stopped abruptly, and without thinking, rushed towards the side where the sound came from.

The sight before him made his heart sink: two tall, strong international students, one in black and one in white, were pulling hard on the arms of a female student from the School of Arts and Literature, dragging her in a secluded direction.

The girl's shoulder bag was pulled to the ground, her long hair was messy, her eyes were red, and she struggled desperately but could not overcome the brute force of the two men. She could only cry and shout for help.

Standing next to him was a thin boy wearing black-rimmed glasses. He was not tall and had slender arms.

Despite knowing the vast difference in their physical stature, he still stood in front of them, repeatedly telling them in English to let go.

  

The two foreign students completely ignored him, and one of them even impatiently raised his hand and punched the skinny boy hard in the face.

With a muffled thud, the bespectacled boy was caught off guard and punched, staggering back several steps before finally falling to the ground.

His glasses hung askew on the tip of his nose, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he still used his arms to support himself on the ground, struggling to get up and protect the girl.

Instead of calming down, the two foreign students hurled a string of vulgar English insults at the sight.

The black student who had hit her turned around again, grabbed the girl's arm, and dragged her into the depths of the forest.

The girl's desperate cries grew louder as she struggled to break free from their grasp, intending to bite one of their hands.

This road is relatively remote, so the students on the main road can't hear anything, and there are no security personnel nearby.

At the critical moment, Han Tao spoke in fluent English, his voice low but carrying a strong sense of oppression: "Stop! Release this female student immediately!"

The two foreign students turned around at the sound and looked Han Tao up and down.

Seeing that he was also alone and not particularly burly, a look of contempt immediately flashed in his eyes.

This time, the white international student was the first to let go of the girl's arm, arrogantly took two steps forward, and intended to shove Han Tao.

He kept talking, shouting that the girl was his girlfriend and telling him to mind his own business, or else the bespectacled guy would suffer the same fate.

The bespectacled boy lying on the ground recognized the person in front of him as Han Tao, who had recently become quite famous.

Without hesitation, he quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and warned, "Teacher Han, be careful! They're both very strong!"

Han Tao didn't speak, but gave him a reassuring look before looking directly at him.

The basic fighting skills previously awarded by the system came in handy at this moment. He was familiar with everything, from close-range combat techniques to grappling, locking, and throwing moves.

Just as the foreign student's hand was about to touch his shoulder, Han Tao immediately turned sideways and deftly avoided the other person's push.

At the same time, he locked his opponent's arms with both hands, lowered his center of gravity, and used his waist and abdomen to generate power, using the principle of levers to explode instantly and cleanly execute a standard over-the-shoulder throw.

With a heavy thud, the tall white student, who was about 1.9 meters tall and weighed about 200 kilograms, was thrown heavily onto the muddy ground before he could even react.

Instantly, the other person felt a sharp pain, and the air in their chest cavity was forcibly squeezed out, causing brief suffocation and chest tightness, rendering them unable to resist.

Upon seeing this, another Black international student's expression changed drastically. He roared angrily, released the girl, and threw a punch at Han Tao, the fist carrying a strong wind as it headed straight for his face.

Han Tao remained calm and composed, stepping aside to dodge while raising his hand to block. He then used his backhand to lock the opponent's attacking arm, pressing his elbow against the opponent's shoulder blade and applying pressure.

After being subdued, the Black international student cried out in pain and tried to struggle, but ended up kneeling on the ground, completely losing his ability to resist.

In just over ten seconds, the foreign students who had been aggressively assaulting and dragging the female student were now locked in place, one of them thrown to the ground and unable to get up, and the other was restrained and kneeling on the ground, unable to get even half a step closer to the girl.

The girl, still shaken, stumbled to the boy with glasses, crouching down to help him up while sobbing softly.

Han Tao loosened his grip slightly, but still held onto the black student's arm to prevent him from retaliating.

Once he was sure he was behaving himself, he took out his phone, dialed a number, and said to the two of them in English:

"Publicly dragging and beating students of this school on campus constitutes suspected disorderly conduct."

"I'll notify the school's security and foreign affairs office staff to come over right now. Neither of you are allowed to leave."

By this time, the tall white international student who had just been thrown to the ground had recovered from the initial excruciating pain.

He struggled to his feet, supporting himself on the ground, and picked up a thick tree branch that had been broken off by the wind. His eyes were fierce, clearly indicating his intention to continue hurting people.

Seeing this, Han Tao slightly increased the force of his grip and gently tapped the black student's back with his knee.

The other person immediately grimaced in pain, collapsed to the ground, and was unable to get up for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the white exchange student had already swung the wooden stick and smashed it down on Han Tao's head.

"Still trying to commit violence? Fall down!" Han Tao didn't dodge at all, but instead bent down and took half a step forward to meet the whistling wooden stick.

He suddenly raised his left arm to block, precisely locking the opponent's wrist joint as the opponent swung the stick, and then his right fist struck the opponent's armpit soft ribs like lightning.

The white student, in pain, lost his grip on the wooden stick, which fell to the ground.

Han Tao seized the opportunity to grab the other man's collar, and with a pull and a push, he simultaneously swept his feet, causing the massive body to fall heavily to the ground once again.

This time, he hit the back of his head on a tree root, and the pain made his vision go black for a while, so he couldn't get up for a while.