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0.63% The Urban Dao Child. / Chapter 4: Trash.

章節 4: Trash.

Yang Dao walked down the stage, his destination, The Library. Although he was a new student the principal had allowed him 24*7 access. This was what he wanted. Yang Dao always thought that books were better than some snobs. He was actually right about this in a way. Yang Dao left the assembly hall in large strides. He ignored all the rich boys and even girls. Which was like a slap to their faces. Though the rich girls here were also very happy that he did not choose someone else. They won't be bothering such a charming boy.

But the silk-pant boys thought that even if this guy scored the perfect score he should come and bow down to them. After all, they had money. Yang Dao's ignorance was not a slap to their face but it was like he spat on their faces under the eyes of the whole grade. A rich boy looked at his peer and said, "Humph, ignoring us as if he is the king. This dirt-blood has eyes in the sky. He looks down on us."

A blonde-haired boy said, "Jack, I feel like. He is arrogant because of his face. How about we break his face. Also hands too. Hehehe..."

The other rich boys exchanged a glance, they were somewhat hesitant. A muscular guy wearing a thick gold chain spoke, "Just bruise his face. Don't be too excessive. Rather than physical torment, break his spirit. He is a dirt-blood, I want to see how big is his spirit. Let's go, catch him before he enters the Library."

"Yes, brother Tyson." The group spoke. This man was Tyson Carlos, son of the owner of Paradise Hotel Group. This was one of the top hotel groups on Liro. You can guess the arrogance. The group followed the lead of this boy to capture Yang Dao.

...

Yang Dao was walking at a normal pace. His hands were inside his pants, although the sun was high in the sky there was always a cool breeze around Yang Dao. He always felt comfortable regardless of the weather. One time a little girl was lost and it was the winter season. She was crying as she could not find her mother. Fortunately, she met Yang Dao. Maybe because the girl was very young. She was shivering in the cold breeze despite having some woolens clothes on. So Yang Dao stepped forward and offered her his only jacket and carried her in his arms. Only after two hours did they found her mother who was also looking for the child all around with a nervous expression on her face. Turns out the girl mixed up their meeting place and walked to another block.

The temperature was freezing cold but Yang Dao was totally fine. As smart as he was, how can he not understand that there was something unusual with his body. But despite all the research through the books and legends. He could not find anything to define what it was inside him. And he was afraid to go to the doctors, in case they turned him into a lab rat which would be a terrifying experience.

So he convinced himself that it was a blessing of the gods. As a child who grew up in an orphanage. He always believed that there is some higher existence that he cannot describe or explain in the terms of science and reason. Though he believed in this existence it was not so much that it could defy his sense of reason.

Yang Dao was about fifty meters away from the Library when he heard some engines roaring behind him. He did not even look back and shook his head. He knew what these cars were coming for. All sorts of luxury cars encircled him. They were all sports cars. The doors opened and boys in branded clothes stepped down the cars. They had different hair colors, eyes, and body types but one thing was similar among them. That was the unbridled arrogance on their faces.

A blonde-haired boy leaned back on his car engine. He spoke to Yang Dao who stood in the center of this circular formation, "Hey, do you think you are a big shot? How dare you not greet us? Do you not know the difference in your status? Filthy Dirt-blood."

These words were very rude and offending but Yang Dao did not react and stood there with indifference on his face. He hated this kind of people the most. But his silence was mistaken as his weakness.

Another boy spoke, "Still not apologizing, Jack, looks like he does not put you in his eyes. Hahaha..." his words were adding the fuel to the fire.

Jack was the blonde-haired boy. He wore black attire, making his fair complexion very handsome, yet it was still lacking in comparison to Yang Dao. Jack spoke again with scorn on his face, "He is just an ant in my eyes, but you dare to tease me? Do you want to lose a layer of skin too, Matthew?"

The boy who teases him was called Mattew Tartarus. Their family was a big name in the country. Just like Jack's and they were always competing. So Matthew only chuckled at this threat. Jack focused on Yang Dao again, "Hey, dirt-blood. Still do not come over to greet us. I give you a count to three. If you still did not speak. I will have you crawling on the floor for the rest of your life."

His threat made even the rich people feel chills down their spines. Jack was known to have made the people who offended him crawl for the rest of their lives by breaking their spines. This was a brutal method. They would not want to experience it even in their dreams. Matthew had a playful smile on his face. He wanted to see this Yang Dao broken.

Jack counted in a deep voice, "One... two... three... Okay, Bosco, come and break him."

Matthew spoke in a low voice, "Shit, it's Bosco. Jack is serious. Damn this thing will be troublesome."

A boy with gray dyed hair spoke, "Brother Matthew, is this not getting overboard? This is still the university campus, I have heard that the principal here is very strict."

Matthew did not reply but Tyson spoke, "It's okay, we will handle it. It's just a little dirt-blood." his words were enough to make every one silent

Bosco was his butler and bodyguard. This man was specially trained in advanced martial arts. He used to be a mercenary in the past but Jack's father spent a hundred million to get this man to guard his son. This man was capable of killing 20 people as strong as an average soldier with his bare hands. Bosco stepped up from behind Jack. He was a muscular man with a wide jaw face. A scar on his nose and eyebrow making him look very dominating and fierce. He walked slowly towards Yang Dao. He spoke as he stepped forward, "Why do you not bow down? Do you not know, those who do not bow to the strong winds will break?"

Yang Dao did not react but kept looking at his feet. As soon as Bosco was one meter away from him, the boy in the blue shirt moved. He took a left foot forward, firmly put it on the ground and his right leg whipped out. A simple and straight kick aiming for the abdomen of the opponent. The surrounding people did not even have a chance to react. When Bosco clutched his belly with his hands. His body trembled, he found it hard to breathe. Raised his head with difficulty and glanced at the boy in front of him with a shocked expression on his face.

He could not even speak. He locked eyes with Yang Dao and the indifference in those eyes made him feel scared. He, Bosco, the killing machine was scared of this kid? Everyone was ready t shout when they heard a calm and cold voice, "Trash."


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章節 5: Finally Found You.

"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."


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