Chapter 56: Scared Out of One’s Wits

“You students are simply out of control, daring to brawl and fight in school!” Zhao Yi scolded the group of students before him, his expression furious.

Faced with Zhao Yi's reprimand, the students remained silent, choosing not to say a word. They had been through this many times before; a lecture was nothing but wind in their ears.

Looking at the group, Zhao Yi berated them with a tone of bitter disappointment, “You spend your parents’ money to come here just to fight? Can’t you think more about your parents?”

The students kept their heads down, still refusing to speak.

Yang Fan, watching from the side, couldn’t be bothered to intervene. He disliked giving lectures, and it wasn’t his place anyway; he preferred action. Dealing with these hooligan students, he believed only a firm hand would work.

“Each of you is getting a major demerit. If it happens again, I’ll have your parents come to see me,” Zhao Yi shouted in anger. Naturally, all he could do was yell; he didn’t dare lay a hand on them.

He secretly felt relieved that he had hired a capable security guard. He had thought Yang Fan was just slightly better at fighting, but he hadn’t expected him to be so fierce—one man taking on over a hundred students and bringing them all to the ground.

Every student received a major demerit and then returned to their dormitories to rest.

“Yang Jian, be careful from now on, whether you’re at school or outside,” Zhao Yi reminded Yang Fan.

He knew full well those students wouldn’t let it go so easily. And the real leader wasn’t even at school. If that ringleader decided to go after Yang Fan, the consequences could be dire. Chen Dong getting beaten up was proof enough.

“Don’t worry, Director Zhao. I’ll be careful,” Yang Fan nodded.

Zhao Yi said nothing more and left.

The next day, students began gossiping about last night’s incident.

“Did you hear? Last night, everyone on the fifth floor of the boys’ dorm got beaten up. Apparently, it was a new security guard who did it.”

“I heard that too. That guard is amazing! He took down all those guys on the fifth floor by himself. Just thinking about it is thrilling.”

“I think that guard’s in trouble now. The guys on the fifth floor all follow Duan Wei. If Duan Wei steps in, things are going to get serious.”

Although Yang Fan’s feat of taking on the entire fifth floor by himself caused a stir, many students knew this wouldn’t be the end of it. Everyone was aware those fifth-floor students were under Duan Wei’s wing.

Duan Wei was infamous at the elite high school as a second-generation gangster. With his background, he ran rampant in school, recruiting many followers. He was known for being arrogant and vicious.

But as several days passed without any response, many began to wonder. Was Duan Wei really going to let this slide after his people had been humiliated?

On Saturday, as Yang Fan stood guard at the school gate, a student suddenly rushed over for help.

“Hurry! Some students from another school are beating up our students over there!”

The student’s face was frantic as he shouted.

“Outsiders starting trouble here? Take me to them!” At the news, Mazi immediately came out of the security office.

“There are a lot of them, you should come too!” the student urged Yang Fan.

Yang Fan said nothing, following the student to an open area behind the school.

When he arrived, there were no students being beaten, but instead a group of young men holding wooden sticks and metal pipes. Among them were several students.

Seeing this, Mazi’s legs went weak with fear. “My god, what’s going on here?”

“They’re here for me. You should leave,” Yang Fan said calmly.

Hearing this, Mazi understood. Last time, Yang Fan had crossed some students from the elite school, and now they had come for revenge.

“If you don’t want to die, get lost,” a young man with golden hair stepped forward, steel pipe in hand, and shouted at Mazi.

Mazi didn’t hesitate. Grateful for the chance to escape, he turned and ran, leaving Yang Fan behind.

Yang Fan was now surrounded. Over a hundred people, every face twisted in mocking smiles.

“A mere security guard, and you dare lay a hand on my people? You must be tired of living,” sneered a seventeen or eighteen-year-old student, his gaze arrogant. This was Duan Wei, the ringleader of the elite high school.

“Boss, this guy’s got some skills. We should be careful,” Yan Bin warned.

“He’s just a security guard. No matter how tough he is, what can he do?” Duan Wei scoffed, “I don’t believe he can take down all hundred of us.”

“Don’t worry, Young Master Duan. No matter how tough he is, he won’t stand up to our sticks and pipes,” the golden-haired youth laughed coldly.

Duan Wei flashed a mocking smile at Yang Fan, arrogant and domineering. “If you don’t want to be beaten to death, kneel and kowtow to me, then lick my toes until I’m satisfied.”

A roar of laughter erupted from the gang.

“It’s a blessing for you to be allowed to lick Young Master Duan’s toes!”

“You should be grateful, hurry up and kneel over here!”

“If you don’t, I guarantee you’ll lose a limb or two!”

The group of thugs jeered, their eyes full of ridicule as they stared at Yang Fan. In their eyes, he was trapped with no way out.

Yang Fan said nothing, his gaze growing colder as he stared at them.

Seeing his lack of response, Duan Wei’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Do it. Break him for me!”

At his command, more than a hundred people surged forward with sticks and metal pipes.

Yang Fan stood motionless, waiting.

As his internal strength surged, a chilling aura radiated from him, striking fear into the hearts of those around.

Soon, one of the thugs swung a metal pipe at him with ferocious force—enough to crack a normal man’s skull.

Just as the pipe was about to land, Yang Fan moved.

His fist shot out with explosive force.

With a loud clang, the metal pipe bent instantly and flew from the attacker’s grasp.

Before the thug could react, Yang Fan’s fierce kick landed squarely on his chest. With the sound of ribs breaking, the man was sent flying.

The rest closed in, attacking Yang Fan from all sides.

His figure moved like a phantom, dodging nimbly while striking back.

Every blow he landed sent another attacker flying.

Against these thugs, Yang Fan showed no mercy. Every strike left his foes crippled—if not a broken arm, then a shattered leg.

In less than five minutes, more than a hundred men were sprawled on the ground, groaning in agony.

Standing tall among the fallen, Yang Fan radiated a chilling, awe-inspiring presence.

Duan Wei stared blankly at the scene, utterly stupefied, unable to believe what he was seeing—but the evidence was right before his eyes.

“Who on earth is this guy?” Duan Wei was shaken to the core, nearly scared out of his wits.

When he met Yang Fan’s icy gaze, his body shuddered uncontrollably.