"Trash." this word was spoken not in a loud voice but it was enough to make the group of rich kids feel uneasy. The one who was shocked the most was not Jack, Bosco's employer, but Tyson. He did not expect this boy to defeat Bosco with one kick. The more exaggerating fact was that he still had his hands in the pocket of his pants. The gray-haired boy next to Matthew spoke, "Bro... brother Matthew, he still has his hands in the pockets."
These words woke up everyone. They finally noticed this point. It can be said that other than Tyson, it was this boy who was good at observing the whole scene thoroughly. Yang Dao looked at Bosco, "I heard these people say that you were some big name? Did not even put your guard on. Do you think because I am young I am not strong?" he paused and looked at Jack.
His indifferent eyes gave Jack feel as if he was looking at a beast. Yang Dao spoke, "You Were speaking a lot just now. I hate snobs like you. What are you all without your families? Trash. Incomparable trash. Each one of you. How much did you spend to get a back door entry in this college? Humph cannot even pass an exam and dare to look down on me? You called me 'Dirt-blood'? Yes, I am an orphan. I do not know my parents, but everything I own is made by my own two hands. While you people are parasites. Money-sucking parasites, worse than even a 'Dirt-blood.' Do not waste my time. Get lost. Yang Dao does not like to cause trouble, but remember I am not afraid of trouble either."
He spoke domineeringly, took large strides to walk towards the library again. Tyson who was sitting inside his car the whole time stepped out. He clapped his hands slowly and came to block Yang Dao's path. He spoke, "Little, 'dirt-blood'. Do you think you are something high and mighty by kicking down a dog? Come practice with me. Let me see how powerful and skilled you are."
Tyson was not stronger than Bosco, but he was good enough to know that the brain and body together can break out of even near-death situations if used together in harmony. Yang Dao did not stop. He did not speak. He ignored not only Tyson but also Tyson's whole existence. This action of his enraged Tyson. The muscular boy kept his cool and said, "How about I go to Bell City and ask Yurika to fight me?"
Yang Dao stopped. He raised his gaze and his eyes focused on Tyson's face. His eyes showed a flash of anger. He did not speak but just kept staring at Tyson. The latter smirked and said, "I know everything about you, little dirt-blood. Your Orphanage has produced quite some little flowers. I would smell them all after putting you down."
Yang Dao was so enraged that he would not even care about anything and kill Tyson right here. The surrounding wind turned a bit fast, but nobody noticed this. Yang Dao spoke, "Come." as soon as his words dropped from his lips, Tyson rushed at him like a leopard waiting to strike.
Yang Dao was ready for this kind of reaction and took one big step back. Tyson did not stop and threw out a fast right fist at his opponent. Yang Dao was also not slow, although you might not see he has built up his muscles ever since he was in high school. Three years of daily workout and raising the intensity every week can turn you into a machine. He did not have any big bulging muscles, but his muscles were tight and solid. They carried explosive power inside them. He caught Tyson's wrist with his right hand, sidestepped facing the same direction as Tyson, and used his left hand to chop Tyson's throat.
COUGH!
Tyson coughed, but he was not given a chance to catch his breath. Yang Dao twisted the right arm grabbed by him with full force. Tyson gave out a muffled wail. Yang Dao was merciful and did not break his hand yet.
Tyson shouted, "Fucking, son of a bitch, let go of my hand or I will destroy you and your orphanage. All of your dirt-blood siblings will burn under my wrath."
Yang Dao's reverse scale was poked once more, and he said, "Still do not realize your situation?" he exerted force and twisted Tyson's arm with full force. Three crisp clicking sounds were heard by everyone present.
ARGHHHHH...
Tyson wailed under agonizing pain. Yang Dao snorted, "Noisy Trash." he lifted his left leg and kick Tyson in the back of his head. The wailing stopped. Tyson was knocked out. He was now laying down, making peace with the asphalt. The other people were shocked, and they did not even dare to breathe loudly. This guy was a monster. Bosco, who stood behind Jack still rubbing his torso, felt lucky to have not continued advancing against this boy. Jack sneered, "You just committed physical violence. You will rot in prison, filthy worm."
Yang Dao glanced at him and Jack was scared off. The boy reached into his pocket and took out a brick phone. He clicked a few times, and a voice came out from the phone. When the people heard the voice, they were all stunned. They did not believe that this boy would have recorded everything they said till now. One guy with orange hair spoke, "So what if you have an audio recording. Do you think you can scare us? We just need to say that it is all recorded with the help of voice artists."
Yang Dao laughed, "Surely, you are the crap who bought his way in. The police will judge all this. But since you scums can buy your way out of the law, I will sell this clip to the media. Your company shares will plummet. As a national top scorer. I will have some credibility."
They all shut up. The silence was disturbed by a, 'Da Da Da Da' sound. The wind around that was like a gust turned even more violent. They saw a shiny red helicopter arriving towards them. Matthew saw the emblem drawn on the side of the Helicopter and he shouted, "Fuck, isn't this the brand mark of Phoenix Group."
A blazing phoenix spreading its wings, facing the sky. This was the insignia of a business giant on Liro. The phoenix group. This was an entity this group of people looked up to. If they were tycoons in the face of the masses, then they were masses in the owner's face of the Phoenix Group. The chopper landed a little further than the place where the cars were parked. A security guard got down and hurriedly pulled open the back door of this luxury chopper. A set of folded titanium steps fell down.
A beautiful woman with black hair neatly tied into a high bun, wearing a one-piece white and gray office skirt, a pair of red stilettos. The woman was as if a painting drawn by the gods stepped down from the chopper. She walked towards the group of silk pants. Straight sharp nose, slender brows, bright almond eyes, rosy lips. Long legs, thin waist, perfect figure. No words could describe this woman's beauty. Her white porcelain neck was adorned by a ruby pendant. The ruby was as big as an apricot. She also had two ruby earrings on her ears.
Jack, Matthew, and the other boys were enchanted when Bosco sucked in a cold breath. He spoke to Jack, "Boss, don't look at her with lust. She is the owner of the Phoenix Group. The Pheonix herself, Miss Feng Yun."
All the boys woke up in an instant. They all had cold sweat on their forehead. The woman did not bother with them. She scurried avoiding their admiring gazes and came to Yang Dao. A satisfied smile surfaced on her face. This smiled shocked all the people. Even Yang Dao was a bit surprised by this smile. What happened next almost scared people to death?
Feng Yun bowed to Yang Dao and said, "Young Master, Feng Yun, finally found you."