C43 The Crowd Began to Mock Him and Lin Dong Was Directly Slapped in the Face

"Let's move out, guys!"

"He thought he could scare me! Good thing Chengxin showed up, otherwise I might have actually believed he was the boss!"

"Later on, nobody better try to stop me. Watch me smash a beer bottle over his head!"

"We'll beat him into submission, make him take a wide berth whenever he sees me from now on!"

Yan Zhuang was seething with anger.

At the Hongmei Disco, he was used to calling the shots!

He couldn't believe he'd been cowed by an average student like Lin Dong. To be insulted and not even dare to respond, to actually bow his head and call him 'big brother,' was utterly humiliating!

He was determined to regain his pride!

Amidst the jeering, the crowd rallied behind Wang Chengxin and marched with fury toward Lin Dong.

"This juice is watered down, it's garbage!"

Lin Dong tasted his drink, immediately recognizing its poor quality, and set it down on the table.

He hadn't given a second thought to his earlier confrontation with Yan Zhuang.

With his buddies absent and Ma Chenchen, someone he knew well, also gone, he was feeling pretty bored.

"Lin Dong! I can't believe you're here!"

A loud voice rang out.

Lin Dong looked up to see a group of guys heading his way with purpose.

Leading them were Yan Zhuang, whom he had just insulted, and Wang Chengxin, the guy he had slapped in the kitchen!

It was a small world indeed to run into them here.

Lin Dong had little respect for Wang Chengxin.

The man was a classic bully, tough on the weak like Liu Wenming in the kitchen, but a coward in front of the teaching director, Wang Shenglee.

Lin Dong had no time for such cowardice.

He coolly asked, "What's up? Looking for another slap?"

At the mention of the slap, Wang Chengxin's cheek throbbed with remembered pain.

He had used plenty of remedies and makeup to lighten the slap mark after that day.

It was a source of deep frustration for him.

He had planned to get back at Lin Dong, but unexpectedly ran into him at the Hongmei Disco.

He blurted out loudly, "Enough with the back-and-forth! Just so you know, if I don't make you kneel today and call me 'daddy,' I'll write my name 'King' backwards!"

Yan Zhuang, seething with anger, spat out, "Flaunting a cheap nine-dollar toy key like it's the real deal, you nearly had me fooled. You steal Ma Chenchen from me, curse at me, and now you'll see just how grave the consequences are!"

"Yeah! Get on your knees!"

"Or I'll beat you to death!"

...

Yan Zhuang and the young men backing Wang Chengxin were shouting aggressively.

Lin Dong was at a loss for words.

How did his car key become a nine-dollar purchase?

He also realized that Yan Zhuang hadn't come to make amends but for revenge. Yet, he had chickened out at the sight of his car keys.

They had only circled back after running into Wang Chengxin again.

Seeing Lin Dong's silence, Wang Chengxin mistook it for fear due to his show of force and arrogantly declared, "Lin Dong! Today, you're at my mercy, and you're going to pay. But if you truly kneel and give me three resounding kowtows, we'll call it even!"

Wang Chengxin took pleasure in seeing others kneel.

It was also the perfect way to demean Lin Dong.

Wang Chengxin planned not to forgive Lin Dong even after he knelt but to give him another beating – a satisfying release of his pent-up fury!

Yan Zhuang gripped his wine bottle menacingly, looking like he was about to charge at Lin Dong and smash his head in at any moment.

Lin Dong rose to his feet.

His gaze was steely, his eyes unwavering with resolve.

Lin Dong was no pushover. Even without his friends by his side, he wouldn't back down!

He was ready to take a beating if it meant making these bullies pay, starting with Wang Chengxin and Yan Zhuang!

With a twist in his eyes, Lin Dong swung his hand and delivered a stinging slap across Wang Chengxin's face!

Slap!

The sound echoed crisply, stunning everyone present.

Nobody had expected Lin Dong to have the guts to strike Wang Chengxin right then.

Wang Chengxin himself was frozen in shock, a vivid handprint emerging on his cheek.

Yan Zhuang snapped out of it and bellowed, "You dare hit my brother!"

"Slap!"

Lin Dong didn't hesitate, his hand connecting with Yan Zhuang's face in another sharp slap.

Both brothers stood their ground, each sporting a slap mark on their face. The room fell into a hushed silence.