After the car accident, Han Cheng finally regained consciousness. The first thing he saw was a fierce-looking man in front of him, wearing a brown robe with long collar and large sleeves.
Han Cheng was in a car accident. He was in a coma for such a long time before he woke up. I thought he was at least disabled. Who knew that when he moved his hands and feet, they were normal. He didn't feel any pain at all.
Chen Zhe...I won't let you go.
He recited these words silently in his mind. He sat up and asked the Taoist priest in front of him: "Who are you?"
"I was invited by your third uncle. My name is Zhang Bai. I am from Qinglong Temple. I can help you deal with the people you want to deal with." The Taoist priest had an expressionless face and put his hand on his wrist.
Han Cheng was very dissatisfied with this man's attitude towards him. Unfortunately, the other person's dim pupils revealed a smell of blood, which made Han Cheng subconsciously fearful.
The Taoist priest named Zhang Bai closed his eyes and frowned. He nodded and said: "It's okay. The injury has almost recovered. But I still need to rest. Otherwise, the root of the disease will be left in the future."
"My third uncle came here to find you." Han Cheng frowned and looked at the Taoist priest.
Zhang Bai nodded: "It's not just me. There are others. They always have to help you. Chen Zhe also wants to get back the things that I took from Qinglong Temple."
Han Cheng sneered: "What are you capable of?"
"Kill. I can help you kill the person you want to kill." Zhang Bai's eyes showed a trace of blood. He smiled. His voice was harsh and unpleasant.
Han Cheng frowned unconsciously. He felt very energetic and jumped out of bed: "So sophisticated. I want to find a woman. Please help me get her."
"What do you think I do?" The old Taoist turned around and glanced at him. A sharp look in his eyes made Han Cheng's heart tremble.
Zhang Bai snorted coldly and walked out straight away: "When it's time to kill someone, I'll kill someone. You can find someone else to do the rest."
Seeing Zhang Bai leave, Han Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. A sinister look flashed in his eyes. He picked up the phone beside the bed and said, "Uncle Third, what is the job of the person you helped me find? Why are you not respectful at all when you talk to me?" Can you change it to something more pleasing to the eye?"
"Hmph. Do you think that people like this are just carrots and cabbages? You can find them everywhere. Xiaocheng, you should also restrain your temper. Third uncle can help you for a while, but he can't help you for a lifetime. I have already thrown that boy into the detention center. This person is The master I found. Don't treat him like a servant. You were almost disabled in the car accident. He rescued you... and there are several others. You can see it then."
Put down the phone. Han Cheng became even more unhappy.
After his grandfather died, the attitude of the elders around him changed obviously.
"I don't mean education as you say. Grandpa has paved the way for me. When I come back from Jiangcheng University, you will have to lick my toes." Han Cheng broke a teacup, with a trace of cruelty in his eyes. Severe color.
A person like him was pampered to no end by his elders when he was a child. It's as if everyone is born in debt to him. If something doesn't go his way, he will resent others for the rest of his life. Whatever he wants, he will get it right away, even if he loses his life. Grandpa It was just a few words of reprimand.
When Han Cheng was a child, he thought: If grandpa dies... I can do whatever I want.
Okay. Now he's dead.
Why do some people still want to control themselves?
"All of you must be polite to me, or you will all die. All of you will die."
He smashed everything in the room that could be smashed. Then he remembered something. He called Xiao Huang: "The student named Shen Rongrong has not been in class these days."
"Got it. She has been attending classes as usual these past few days, just like a normal person." Xiao Huang heard that Young Master Han was in a bad mood and spoke carefully.
She asked for it.
Han Cheng clenched the phone in his hand and said coldly: "I'm going to Jiangcheng University now. Come pick me up."
Xiao Huang moved very quickly. He was probably waiting nearby. Han Cheng got in the car and went straight to Jiangcheng University.
"Go directly to the School of Economics." Han Cheng took out a cigarette and took a long drag.
Chen Zhe has now been thrown into the detention center by his third uncle. And with this step, his third uncle will shake off his old rival and take over the top position in the hall. As long as he takes this position, Chen Zhe will never turn around again.
In his eyes, Chen Zhe is already dead.
Han Cheng smiled cruelly: "You are really advantaged."
He turned around and asked Xiao Huang: "How is the security guard who was disabled by me doing at home?"
Xiao Huang focused on driving without looking back: "That old woman is really arrogant. She refused to accept the beating last time. I heard that she was planning to write a letter to the central government to sue you. I didn't even have the chance to ask you what to do."
"Untouchable. If you don't hold back, I will tear your face apart. Two years ago, I hit his husband and reversed the car and crushed him to death. This is not enough." Han Cheng glanced into the distance. He took a deep puff of cigarette and threw the cigarette out through the window: "Find a few people and fuck his whole family. Doesn't she have a daughter?"
Xiao Huang nodded: "Okay. I understand."
"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin." Han Cheng sneered.
The car stopped at the School of Economics. Han Cheng got out of the car and said, "Let's find out which classroom she is in. Let's go in directly."
Shen Rongrong's classroom is on the eighth floor. Although Han Cheng's injury has healed, his body is much weaker than usual. Xiao Huang said respectfully next to him: "That's the elevator over there."
Han Cheng nodded and walked to the elevator door. Unfortunately, it was already full. He frowned and said, "Get out."
"How can you talk?" A boy just said this. He was slapped across the face by Xiao Huang. He grabbed his neck and pulled him out of the elevator.
Xiao Huang has been mixed up in society for so many years. He carries an aura of violence that makes people dare not look at him. Han Cheng has been pampered since he was a child. He usually looks gentle and handsome when he deliberately makes friends. Now the arrogance on his face makes people stay away from him.
Several girls glanced at each other in fear and walked out timidly. Of the six boys and four girls left in the elevator, no one dared to speak.
Han Cheng walked in with his head held high. Xiao Huang then pressed the elevator and went straight to the eighth floor.
On the way, someone went upstairs together. When the elevator stopped, they were about to come in. Xiao Huang kicked him over and said, "Wait until next time."
Seeing the fear in others, Han Cheng straightened his chest and looked complacent in his eyes.
When they arrived on the eighth floor, Han Cheng followed Xiao Huang's directions and found the classroom. Shen Rongrong was in class when the door was pushed open.
Shen Rongrong's purity and purity can still be seen at a glance even if she is sitting in a classroom of fifty people. Xiao Huang glanced at her: "Let's find Shen Rongrong."
"We are in class. Which class are you in?" The old professor in class stared angrily.
Xiao Huang rolled up his sleeves, revealing half of the blue dragon on his arm. He walked up to the podium and pushed the old professor away: "I am from society. I am not from your university. If you want to die, tell me your name."
The boys in the class were filled with indignation. Shen Rongrong is a school belle-level beauty. She has a quiet smile and a clean family background. She is simply a commoner goddess.
Someone came to look for her in class and dared to hit the teacher.
"Get out. We're in class."
"Shen Rongrong will not leave with you."
Xiao Huang sneered. He belongs to a mixed society. The most important thing in a mixed society is his backers. As long as he relies on the Han family, he can survive.
Isn't it just a fight?
He hasn't practiced much. But when it comes to fighting, he is naturally brave and bloody. He once chased ten people and beat them. This kind of college student who hides when encountering blood felt like he could fight a hundred people.
"Wait. I'll go with them."
Shen Rongrong smiled softly. Her voice was soft and weak. Her words were still heard clearly by everyone in the chaotic classroom.
Han Cheng smiled proudly: "She is willing to come with me. You all should shut up."
The boys' eyes were filled with surprise, hatred, disdain, and all kinds of looks. Shen Rongrong picked up the pen in her hand, put the cap on, stood up lightly, and walked to the front: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'll just go out for a minute. .I’ll be right back after finishing something.”
"You... your heart is not old." The old professor said sadly. Shen Rongrong was a top student in the school. She received a special scholarship every year. It is said that the money was mailed home. She studied hard and often asked for advice when she had questions.
The professor thought she was a good child and helped her a lot. He also wanted to introduce his grandson to her. It would be nice to have such a sister...but...but...how could this happen?
Shen Rongrong ignored everyone's gaze. She walked up to Han Cheng and said softly: "Don't disturb the class. I'll talk to you in the corridor."
She was born with a sense of gentleness and tranquility. Even a violent person like Han Cheng was always a little rude and wanted to repent.
He had just been in a car accident. He was frightened. He met the rude Zhang Bai. He called and was scolded by his third uncle. Naturally, he felt angry and wanted to vent. He wanted to kill someone. Seeing Shen Rongrong like this, he He smiled and said, "Then let's go."
Shen Rongrong followed him outside.
Han Cheng wanted to hold her hand. Shen Rongrong took a step back: "Don't you have something to say? I just want to tell you too."
Xiao Huang thought that Mr. Han was about to do something good. He was very discerning and immediately moved away.
Han Cheng saw her dodge and smiled disdainfully: "Your boyfriend has already thrown me into jail. You don't need me to say anything now. He's probably already been half-dead. What will happen to him if I tell him?" You'll get whatever you want. Don't tell me you have other options. Go to bed with me. We won't play that stupid game with a blank check. I'll give you a street of shops to play with."
"Is it……"
Shen Rongrong's smile was meaningful, gentle and lovely.
Han Cheng felt itchy. He reached out and took her hand: "As long as you want it, I can do it. I can fill a room with money."
Shen Rongrong shook her right hand and a bright light flashed. A small dagger nailed Han Cheng's hand directly to the wall.
"How can you touch him? If you die ten thousand times, he will still live well." Shen Rongrong smiled sweetly. Her voice was gentle, like the wind blowing through bamboo leaves. Her voice was gentle and her steps were light. She turned around. Leave and leave Hancheng with his palms nailed to the wall.
Han Cheng was stunned for a moment. He felt no pain when the sharp dagger penetrated his palm. When he saw blood flowing down the white wall and wanted to take his hand back, the pain was heartbreaking.
He roared in pain and tried to pull out the dagger. The dagger was inserted halfway into the wall. He moved slightly and touched the wound before he could pull it out. Another heart-piercing pain.
The entire corridor was filled with his screams.
"Teacher, I'm back. It didn't take a minute."
Shen Rongrong flipped her hair and smiled softly and peacefully. In the background were Han Cheng's miserable screams in the corridor.