Xu Dong rolled his eyes at Lin Fan speechlessly. Of course he couldn’t feel reassured!
There were more than a dozen of them. How were the two of them supposed to fight them?
“Damn it, then let’s die!” Xu Dong scratched his hair, then whispered to Lin Fan, “I’ll find a way to hold them off later. You climb out the window and run!”
Their classroom was on the second floor, so jumping down would not cause any serious harm.
“Run?” Lin Fan slowly rose to his feet. If they had been powerful demons, then fine, but against this bunch, did he really need to run?
With that thought, he slowly walked toward the classroom door.
Seeing Lin Fan approach with such confidence, the gloom in Wang Zhengwei’s eyes deepened. He thought to himself that this time, he would make sure the guy learned a thorough lesson. At the very least, he would break one of his legs.
He had looked into Lin Fan’s background. Lin Fan had had no parents since childhood, no connections, and no money. If he broke someone like that’s leg, the worst that could happen was that he would pay a little compensation and be done with it.
It was not the first time he had done something like this.
He could already picture Lin Fan kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy. By then, Lin Fan had arrived in front of the group and said, “Fighting here? This isn’t really appropriate, is it?”
Even if Wang Zhengwei’s family had connections, he could not openly gather people to beat someone up on school grounds. Wang Zhengwei had just been about to say that they should take Lin Fan outside the school before beating him.
“What are you doing!”
Suddenly, Li Weimin’s voice came from the corridor.
“Principal Li?”
The students dressed like hooligans all looked uneasy as they turned around. Li Weimin stood behind them, his face livid.
“Uncle Li, we’re just chatting. Oh, right, my dad has quite a bit of good tea. He said you should come over sometime and have a cup with us.” Wang Zhengwei was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, he greeted him with a smile.
Li Weimin glanced at the group. “With this many people, are you planning to fight? Get lost, all of you. If anyone dares start a fight, I’ll expel you one by one.”
After saying that, Li Weimin looked toward Lin Fan. “Student Lin Fan, don’t be afraid. Our school would never take your money and then, no, no, we would never let you suffer an injustice.”
Lin Fan stared at him, dumbfounded. Damn it, he had clearly meant to say that the school would never take his one million and then leave him to fend for himself, right?
So after working himself to the bone for a year, he had come back to earn himself protection money?
Wang Zhengwei shot Li Weimin an unpleasant look, then glanced at Lin Fan and snorted. “You got lucky today. You won’t be this lucky next time. Let’s go!”
With that, Wang Zhengwei turned and left with the others. Clearly, however, this matter would not end so easily.
Li Weimin came to Lin Fan’s side and whispered into his ear, “Student Lin Fan, you weren’t frightened, were you? Our school has rules. You just donated one million to us, so our school would never let you suffer an injustice!”
Looking at Li Weimin’s righteous expression, Lin Fan actually felt that his one million had not been wasted.
Damn it, not wasted my ass!
If a fight really broke out, the only ones who would suffer were Wang Zhengwei and his gang. Still, at least Li Weimin’s attitude was decent, which made Lin Fan, who had just lost a million, feel a little better.
“Thank you, Principal.” Lin Fan gave an awkward smile, then said, “I’m going home first.”
“Hey, do you want me to take you home…”
Hearing Li Weimin behind him, Lin Fan waved his hand. It might have been troublesome inside the school, but if he ran into Wang Zhengwei and the others outside, things would actually be easier.
Then again, his one million really had not been wasted. The principal was even preparing to personally escort him home.
As soon as Lin Fan walked out of the school gates, Xu Dong came running after him. “Brother Fan, wait for me!”
“Why are you following me? What if Wang Zhengwei blocks us later? You’ll get dragged into it because of me.” Lin Fan asked with a smile.
Xu Dong shook his head, then mysteriously pulled two chair legs out of his schoolbag.
“You took apart a classroom chair?” Lin Fan asked.
Xu Dong nodded. “If Wang Zhengwei blocks us, we’ll have to fight, won’t we? Without something to use as a weapon, I don’t feel safe.”
Lin Fan thought, Do we really need chair legs to deal with them?
Still, Xu Dong’s concern warmed his heart. “Let’s go.”
He had already donated a million. What did taking two chair legs from the school matter?
After walking for a while, the two of them had to split up, mainly because they lived in different directions.
Before leaving, Xu Dong was still worried. “Brother Fan, call me anytime if anything happens!”
“Mm.” After watching Xu Dong disappear around the corner, Lin Fan hurried toward a street in Qing City.
This street had a nickname, Fortune-Teller Street.
Of course, that was the flattering name. Put less politely, it was Divine Street.
This place had no shortage of anything except shady characters. There were thieves, blind fortune-tellers, and people selling goods from roadside stalls.
A year ago, Lin Fan had been passing through this street when Xuandaozi had stopped him. In the end, he had been tricked into studying Daoism for a year.
Lin Fan’s purpose in coming here was simple enough. He was broke!
Right now, he was so penniless that he could not find a single coin on him.
As the saying went, even a hero could be brought low by a lack of money. He had no other way to make money, so he could only come here and try his luck.
Looking at all the people on the street who waved banners proclaiming themselves fortune-tellers, Lin Fan took a deep breath. Surely someone who knew genuine martial arts could not be inferior to this bunch of charlatans?
Lin Fan had barely arrived on the street before he became the target of countless fortune-tellers.
“Young man, I can tell from your broad, full forehead that you’re about to make a fortune! Let me read your future!”
“Don’t listen to him. This young man is sure to suffer misfortune soon. My methods can definitely resolve it!”
All along the street, the fortune-tellers on both sides brought out every trick they had.
They had no choice. Competition was fierce these days!
Lin Fan looked at the people in Daoist robes on either side and shook his head slightly. Suddenly, one of them rushed out and grabbed his leg. “Young man, I haven’t eaten for several days. Let me tell your fortune. I’ll only charge you the price of a steamed bun.”
Lin Fan was speechless.
Could he really make money here?
“I, I’m here to set up a stall and tell fortunes too.” Lin Fan finally spoke.
“Tch!”
The group of Daoist priests immediately dispersed. The priest who had been lying on the ground moments ago sprang to his feet and dusted off his robe. “You should have said so sooner. You got my robe dirty.”
Lin Fan could not help laughing. He had not even said anything after arriving, yet this guy had rushed over bawling like he was mourning a death and wrapped himself around Lin Fan’s leg. He was just as bewildered as anyone.
Suddenly, Lin Fan’s expression changed as he looked at someone on the street.