A good dog.
1175 Words
Creaaak.
The principal's office door opened, and Chen Ping'an walked in with a dark expression.
The word "little bastard" was like a steel needle piercing Chen Ping'an's heart. When he saw the handprint on Xiao Song's face, his heart bled.
How could someone hit a five or six-year-old child like this?
"Uncle, Uncle, is that you? Uncle!"
Seeing Chen Ping'an, Xiao Song ran into his arms, his little face red with excitement.
"Yes, it's Uncle. I'm sorry for being late."
Gently stroking Xiao Song's bleeding cheek, Chen Ping'an's heart was ablaze with anger, and his hidden murderous intent surfaced.
He wanted to kill.
He had to kill!
Otherwise, how could he face his brother and sister-in-law's spirits in heaven?
How could he face Xiao Song calling him "Uncle"?
Xiao Song shook his head, holding back his tears.
"Teacher, please take the child out for a walk while we adults discuss how to handle this, okay?" Chen Ping'an handed Xiao Song to Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao wanted to say something but nodded in the end, taking the two children out.
"Are you that little bastard's uncle?"
He Biao, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Chen Ping'an with disdain, a sneer on his face. Chen Ping'an, in a blue shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes, looked like a country bumpkin.
"Sir, you must be Chen Song's relative."
Principal Liu Jing said sternly, "Chen Song is disobedient at school and repeatedly misbehaves. Today, he injured Mr. He's precious son. You need to pay compensation immediately and take Chen Song away. Our school doesn't accept farmers' children, nor do we accept trash!"
Choosing to be a sycophant, Liu Jing went all out, directly attacking Chen Ping'an.
"Do farmers' children not deserve an education?"
After Su Xiaoxiao left with the children, Chen Ping'an slowly closed the door, staring coldly at Liu Jing.
He Biao made him angry, but Liu Jing made him feel cold.
"Of course, Miaomiao Kindergarten is a prestigious school. Not any Tom, d**k, or Harry can get in. I don't know how this little bastard was admitted. Daring to hit my son..."
He Biao started cursing again.
Smack!
This time, Chen Ping'an didn't tolerate He Biao's foul mouth. He stepped forward and slapped him hard.
He Biao touched his burning face, stunned.
He was a hall master of Longyao, with nearly two hundred men under him. How dare anyone slap him?
"You... you dare hit me?"
He Biao gritted his teeth. "Do you know who I am?"
"Which hand did you use to hit my nephew?"
Chen Ping'an's eyes were dead silent.
With no children around, he could take his revenge freely!
"I used my right hand. What do you want to do about it?"
He Biao, still defiant, swung his fist at Chen Ping'an's face.
"Right hand, huh? Very well."
As the fist approached, Chen Ping'an suddenly smiled sinisterly. Just five centimeters from his face, he caught He Biao's wrist with one hand.
He Biao's face changed instantly. It felt like his wrist was caught in an iron clamp, immovable.
"I'm taking this hand."
Chen Ping'an moved.
With his left hand gripping He Biao's wrist, his right hand pressed down, fingers forming a claw, and exerted force.
Crack!
The crisp sound of bone breaking echoed, and He Biao howled in pain, immediately kneeling and begging for mercy.
"It hurts, it hurts! Let go, please, let go... I was wrong..."
"Wrong? Too late!"
Chen Ping'an's eyes gleamed coldly. He twisted and pulled He Biao's fingers, rotating them three times until his entire right hand hung limply. Even the best orthopedic surgeon couldn't fix it.
"What are you doing? Chen Song hit someone, and now you're assaulting people too?"
Liu Jing slammed her desk, determined to be He Biao's loyal sycophant.
"Do you believe I will call the police right now?"
Chen Ping'an let go, not because of Liu Jing's threat, but because He Biao's hand was completely ruined.
"No need to call the police!"
He Biao quickly stopped Liu Jing, turning to glare venomously at Chen Ping'an. "You have some skills, no wonder you're so arrogant."
"Do you dare to give me ten minutes? If I don't kill you in ten minutes, I'll take your surname!"
"Ten minutes?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head. "Go ahead and call your people. I'll be right here waiting."
"Good, I'll give you a quick death!"
He Biao took out his phone to call for backup. Liu Jing, worried, asked, "Mr. He, are you sure we don't need to call the police?"
"Call the police? Hmph!"
He Biao sneered. "If I can't handle this, I have no face in the underworld."
He made another phone call.
Ten minutes passed quickly, just the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes.
Bang!
The principal's office door was violently kicked open, and hurried footsteps approached. A thin man with a cigarette in his mouth walked in.
"Brother Jiu, you finally came. I got beaten today. Look at my hand..."
He Biao hurried to meet him, offering cigarettes to everyone. Seeing many people outside, He Biao felt reassured. Chen Ping'an wouldn't escape this time!
Today, he would tear Chen Ping'an to pieces!
Thin Jiu frowned, thinking how coincidental it was. He had almost been beaten up earlier, no, almost killed.
"Who dared to bully my brother..."
"That country bumpkin!"
He Biao pointed at Chen Ping'an, sitting in a chair.
Thud!
Following He Biao's finger, Thin Jiu's knees buckled, and he knelt before Chen Ping'an.
"Brother Jiu, what are you doing?"
He Biao was confused, reaching to pull Thin Jiu up.
"Kneel and apologize!"
Thin Jiu gritted his teeth. If he had known it was Chen Ping'an, he wouldn't have dared come. After Chen Ping'an left Longyao, over ten of their men were hospitalized, and his biggest backer, Zhou Wei, died on the spot!
"Brother Jiu..."
He Biao's eyes flashed with fear.
Smack!
Thin Jiu slapped him. "Everyone, kneel!"
With a wave of his hand, over twenty men inside and outside the room knelt in unison. Sweat poured down Thin Jiu's forehead.
"Master, I'm sorry!"
Thin Jiu bowed deeply.
Master?
He Biao's heart sank. He had kicked an iron plate.
"Thin Jiu, he hit my nephew, and she wants to expel my nephew. What should we do?"
Chen Ping'an hadn't expected this coincidence. Just after leaving Longyao, Thin Jiu came looking for him. But he was satisfied with Thin Jiu's attitude.
Able to bend and stretch.
This dog was good.
"Master, rest assured, he will never appear before you again." Thin Jiu, steeling himself, pulled out a short knife, a murderous gleam in his eyes.
Thin Jiu, like a vicious dog, was ruthless and sinister.
"Brother Jiu, I was wrong. Please don't kill me, I beg you."
He Biao panicked.
"You shouldn't have offended the master."
Thin Jiu's face twisted with malice.
"Isn't that too easy on him?"
Chen Ping'an cleared his throat, hinting.
"Master, I understand."
"..."
He Biao's face filled with terror, and a foul smell spread between his legs...
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