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Chapter 110 Educated Youth (Part Two)

After the man with the triangular eyes made his move, the other two educated youths quickly surrounded him, raining blows and punches on Qiao Haizhu.

"Ah!" "Ouch!"

Qiao Haizhu huddled there, clutching his head, his body curled up in a ball. One scream after another came from his throat, blood smeared half his face, and his mouth was split open.

Those who were watching nearby, seeing someone start a fight, panicked and jumped down from the concrete steps to keep their distance.

Several people who originally wanted to go up and break up the fight, but when they saw the three men's disheveled and unkempt appearance, they immediately became suspicious and roughly guessed that they might be educated youth who had just returned to the city.

Those guys have been running wild for so many years, fearless and ruthless, and if you push them too far, they're really capable of killing you.

Who hasn't had a relative or friend who was sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution? I've heard that those people are not to be trifled with, so who would dare to go up to them and invite trouble?

The crowd dispersed, the circle grew larger and larger, and no one dared to move forward.

Only Lin Qiuyue retreated a few steps away, her face deathly pale, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, crying out in a tearful voice, "Stop hitting her! She's bleeding! Someone, please help!"

But after shouting for a long time, no one around dared to come forward to help.

Just then, Xue Wei, who had just come out of the movie theater, happened to see his teacher being beaten up on the ground.

The kid was already a bit slow-witted, and before he could even process what was happening, his eyes turned red. Xue Wei stood there frozen, as if struck by lightning, and then that stunned feeling rushed to his head.

Although Xue Wei was only thirteen years old, he was already over 1.7 meters tall, making him the tallest in the entire training class. With a powerful leap, he charged forward like a little calf, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Don't hit Teacher Qiao!"

That shout sounded unusually jarring in the noisy entrance to the movie theater.

The man with the triangular eyes paused, his fist clenched, and turned to glare at him, his face full of impatience: "You brat! Get out of my way!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xue Wei had already kicked him squarely in the chest.

The man with the triangular eyes let out a muffled groan, and was kicked so hard that he stumbled back two steps, almost falling flat on his backside.

The entire stadium fell silent for a moment after that kick.

Those who were attacking, those who were being beaten, and those who were just watching—everyone froze for a moment, all turning to look at the young, inexperienced boy.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xiangdong, who was across the street, couldn't help but twitch his lips. He thought to himself, "This guy is really stupid. He didn't even understand what was going on before he acted impulsively."

But right now, he couldn't care less about criticizing Xue Wei's recklessness. He grabbed the hem of his cotton-padded jacket with his right hand, pulled out the thick stool leg from his back waist, and dashed across the road.

After the man with triangular eyes regained his footing, his face flushed red instantly.

In front of so many people, he was humiliated by a little brat, with so many eyes watching. He lost all face.

He glared at Xue Wei through gritted teeth, his accent even carrying the slang from his time in the countryside: "I'll kill you!"

With his triangular eyes and booming voice, he leaped up two steps and pounced on Xue Wei. The other two educated youths also abandoned Qiao Haizhu and flanked him from the left and right.

After Xue Wei kicked, he was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the distorted face of the triangular-eyed man rushing towards him, he subconsciously staggered back half a step.

Just then, a figure suddenly darted out from the crowd, leaping up the concrete steps in a few strides. Before he even arrived, he had already swung the stool leg he was holding high above his head: "Xue Wei! Back off!"

call!

The stool leg whistled through the air and, right before everyone's eyes, slammed into the wrist of the man with the triangular eyes who was reaching out to grab Xue Wei's collar.

boom!

Triangular Eyes felt as if his wrist had been slammed with a hammer; a piercing pain exploded from the bone, contorting his face in agony.

"what!"

A piercing scream escaped his throat, and he staggered half a step to the side, clutching his wrist in pain and breaking out in a cold sweat. He instantly felt that his wrist might have been broken.

"Brother Xiang Dong!"

Xue Wei was both surprised and delighted, and Qiao Haizhu, who was lying on the ground, also stared wide-eyed at him: "Dongwazi! It's you?"

Chen Xiangdong ignored them, raised the stool leg above his head, glared fiercely at the other two long-haired educated youths, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "You dare to harass women in the street! Someone just called the police, you'll be arrested!"

"Don't talk nonsense! We just wanted to get to know them, we weren't harassing any women!"

Upon hearing this, the other two panicked and turned to look at the triangular-eyed man.

The man with the triangular eyes was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face. He clutched his swollen wrist, beads of sweat dripping down his face. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a single sentence through gritted teeth: "Go—go quickly!"

The two long-haired men, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly helped the triangular-eyed man through the crowd and stumbled towards the street corner.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by applause and cheers. Those who had been cowering and watching the spectacle earlier were now gesturing wildly at the three figures on the street, shouting, "Why are you running? If you're so tough, don't run!"

Seeing that the person had run far away, Chen Xiangdong finally let out a long sigh of relief, threw the stool leg on the ground with a clatter, and turned to look at Xue Wei first: "How are you? Are you alright?"

Xue Wei is incredibly thick-skinned. He almost got beaten up just now, but he's acting like nothing happened. His eyes are wide open like light bulbs, and he's gesturing excitedly, "It's okay, it's okay! Brother Xiang Dong, you were too reckless just now! One hit and that coward was scared to death!"

Chen Xiangdong was speechless, his lips twitching. He ignored him and squatted down to check on Qiao Haizhu: "How are you? Can you get up?"

Qiao Haizhu was still sitting halfway on the ground, blood still flowing from his nose, and there seemed to be a small cut on the corner of his mouth, with the red flesh rolled up. His collar and chest were stained with a large patch of dark red.

Lin Qiuyue squatted down beside him, whimpering, tears streaming down her face. She held onto Qiao Haizhu's arm, and together they slowly lifted him up.

Qiao Haizhu wiped the blood from his face, glanced at Chen Xiangdong, his lips moved, and his expression was somewhat complicated.

He had deliberately picked a fight with Chen Xiangdong several times before, but now Chen Xiangdong had saved him—he was really embarrassed, and after a long pause, he stammered, "Dongwazi, thanks—"

Chen Xiangdong hadn't come specifically to save him, so he didn't pay much attention and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about that useless stuff. Your lip is torn open; you need to go to the hospital for stitches right away."

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As he spoke, he turned to Xue Wei and winked, "What are you all standing there for! Help your Master Qiao to the hospital!"

"Oh! Right, right!"

Xue Wei then realized what was happening, and ran over quickly. He and Lin Qiuyue each grabbed one of Qiao Haizhu's arms, went down the steps, and headed towards the county hospital.