Chapter 15: Chapter 15 Disciplining the Delinquent Youth (2)_1

Lan Jin didn't go to school today; after all, the old master had asked for leave on her behalf.

She had run off to find the delinquents who had bullied Lan Yichen yesterday and beat them to a pulp within minutes.

Afterward, she grabbed the leader of the group, Huang Qiang, and without breaking a sweat, dragged him to a secluded alley near Quan State No.1 Middle School.

When the students were let out for lunch, Lan Jin sent Lan Yichen a message, calling him out.

Naturally, Lan Yichen didn't want to come, but Lan Jin threatened him over the phone that if he didn't comply, she would tell the old master and their father about his puppy love.

Having no choice, Lan Yichen came, filled with righteous indignation, and from afar, his cursing voice could be heard, "Are you sick, calling me out here for what!"

At this moment, Lan Jin was wearing a black cap with the brim pulled low, her expressionless face and her seemingly light gaze swept over Lan Yichen, inexplicably intimidating.

Lan Yichen was taken aback, subconsciously wanting to curse out loud, but as his gaze unintentionally swept over Huang Qiang, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, he stared in astonishment.

"Huang Qiang?"

He just fought with Huang Qiang, so he naturally recognized him. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and charged up, delivering a vicious kick.

"So you finally got what's coming to you, huh? You had a blast hitting me yesterday, and now it's finally my turn for payback!"

Huang Qiang cried out miserably as he was kicked, his tears and snot flowing, but in the end, it was Lan Jin who stopped him.

"Okay, that's enough. You can stop now."

"I'm not done beating the shit out of him yet..."

Just as Lan Yichen was getting into the groove, something seemed to dawn on him, and he immediately stopped his punches and kicks, looking incredulously at Lan Jin as if he didn't recognize her anymore.

"Don't tell me you're the one who caught him?"

"What else?" Lan Jin slightly smirked, her arms crossed, as she looked back at him defiantly.

Lan Yichen's eyes widened suddenly. He muttered as if seeing a ghost,

"Impossible, how could you, with your skinny frame, subdue a big guy like Huang Qiang, not to mention the several lackeys he has at his side."

Even he, who had practiced Taekwondo for a few years, was no match for Huang Qiang. He wouldn't have been beaten so miserably by him yesterday.

Let alone Lan Jin, the weakling who always bullied the weak and feared the strong. She was so cowardly!

Every time she saw him getting bullied, she'd scamper off faster than a rabbit, so it was impossible for her to help, much less be a match for Huang Qiang.

But the weird thing now was that Huang Qiang was clearly beaten half to death and brought here, but Lan Yichen refused to believe that Lan Jin had done it.

"They're no match, all flattened by me," she stated flatly.

Lan Yichen was even more disbelieving now, rolling his eyes, "Just keep boasting, as if you really flattened them all."

Knowing he wouldn't believe her, Lan Jin had no choice but to prove it with action.

She walked over with a lazy gait, stepped on Huang Qiang's head, then grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up from the ground like he was a little chicken.

"Apologize to him."

She made sure Huang Qiang's face was turned towards Lan Yichen. Her voice was indifferent, almost casual.

But combined with her current violent actions, it was arrogantly infuriating, leaving no room for resistance.

"Fuck!"

Huang Qiang, with his bruised face and blood at the corner of his mouth, was quite defiant, his teeth clenched, his eyes bloodshot with hatred, and he refused to bow.

"Fuck who?"

Lan Jin suddenly gripped him tighter and slammed him against the wall, then raised her leg and violently kicked between his legs, just below his abdomen...

Her eyes unblinking, precise and ruthless, clean and sharp.

"Say it again, who do you want to fuck?"

At this moment, Lan Jin abandoned her previous lazy demeanor. A fearsome coldness seemed to emanate from her, her brows and eyes lightly raised, the corners of her eyes red, and her tone casual yet brooking no negotiation.

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