âDamn it! Iâm gonna kill you!â Minor Actor #2 wasnât easy to deal with; he was much steadier than Minor Actor #1. Minor Actor #2 pulled back Minor Actor #1 and said, âYou watch the girl. Donât let her run away. Let me deal with this guy!â
Minor Actor #2 suddenly jumped in place two times, stretched his fingers with a âkakaâ sound like a boxer who was ready to fight. Based on his standard movements, he seemed like a professional.
Yang Mingâs expression turned grim. He originally thought poorly of them, but now he had to be careful. These men could be Jin Gangâs friends at sports school. Perhaps they were boxing clubâs members or coaches.
Minor Actor #2 abruptly initiated an onslaught by throwing a punch toward Yang Mingâs head. Yang Ming didnât dare to belittle it, so he ducked and dodged Minor Actor #2âs punch. But Yang Ming was surprised by Minor Actor #2âs fake punch. He immediately withdrew his punch when Yang Ming dodged it and threw another punch toward Yang Mingâs abdomen.
Yang Ming couldnât dodge it in time and Minor Actor #2 hit the bullseye. Yang Ming felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, but he didnât even make a humph sound. But still, it was far from getting hit by an iron bar! Back in those days, Yang Ming was hit by a bunch of punks using an iron rod but he got back up, grabbed them and lashed out a few kicks at them. Those punks were completely frightened.
Yang Ming could definitely endure this sort of physical trauma.
âIt looks like youâre a professional boxer, right? But the power is only average!â Yang Ming sneered and said, âNo wonder you have to change your profession to robbery!â
Of course, Minor Actor #2 knew how heavy his punch was. He was stunned when Yang Ming was fine. If it were any other person, that pain would have caused him to puke his intestines out.
âOkay, itâs now my turn to attack!â While Yang Ming was talking, he dashed toward Minor Actor #2 and kicked at the guyâs chest. Minor Actor #2 leaned back right away, but both of Yang Mingâs legs were up in the air. While the upper kick missed, the lower kick hit right in the middle of his pants.
These twin flying kicks originated from the Street Fighter game in those days. Although the kick didnât really look skillful in the eyes of many, its lethality was the greatest! Yang Ming called it the Yang Style Flying Kick.
In those days, countless opponents were defeated by Yang Mingâs flying kick! Yet there was still a weakness in this technique. His a** automatically hit the ground after using it as if he had gotten tossed.
It would be fine if the kick hit the opponent. He could still get up immediately when the opponent was knocked down but if the kick missed, then his weakness will be exposed.
Therefore, Yang Ming wouldnât use this technique unless he was certain that it would hit. Right now, Yang Ming urgently executed the second kick because he knew that Minor Actor #2 couldnât evade it.
Yang Ming quickly got up after he sat on the ground. Although there was just a one-second gap, if the opponent took the preemptive opportunity, Yang Ming would have to suffer from the beating!
Apparently, Minor Actor #2 was hurt badly. He clutched his pants and squatted on the ground.
âBrother Gang, help me!â Minor Actor #1 shouted anxiously when he saw the heavyweight boxer defeated.
âDamn!â Jin Gang cursed in his mind. I never imagined that this lucky brat would defeat two of my friends! He didnât think that Yang Ming had any real skills. Yang Mingâs flying kick canât even be considered a technique; it was only a crappy move performed in panic. How could he know that Yang Ming spent months developing this technique?
What angered Jin Gang the most was that Minor Actor #1 shouted his name! This put Jin Gang in a dilemma. If I helped, then I will prove to Zhao Ying that I am the culprit behind all this! If I donât help, then this brat will get away with it!
After Jin Gang weighed the pros and cons repeatedly, he finally decided not to show his face and find another chance to finish off this brat!
Yang Ming saw that Jin Gang wasnât showing himself as he looked toward the dumpster. He sneered and said to Zhao Ying, âElder Sister Ying, letâs go!â
âDo we need to call the police?â Zhao Ying was not as worried as before since Yang Ming had defeated the thugs.
âThere is no need for that. We would still have to look after them if we called the police. If we didnât, then they wouldnât stay and wait for the police to arrest them!â Yang Ming thought it was troublesome. He rarely got a chance to stay alone with the pretty teacher and he really didnât want to start a record at the police station.
âThatâs true!â Zhao Ying said after a few thoughts. She didnât lose much so just let it be.
When the two of them arrived at the school family building, Zhao Ying said, âYang Ming, you can go home. I will go up myself!â
âNo way! What if you run into another robber!â Yang Ming actually wanted to go upstairs; he just phrased his sentence in a different way. I have already escorted you back home. You canât just not invite me in to visit!
Zhao Ying looked at the unlit stairs and thought about the fierce thugs again. Her heart was shaken immediately so she nodded her head and said, âPlease do that!â
âI have told you â it is my duty to escort a pretty lady back home!â Yang Ming led the way toward the stairs. Before going in, he intentionally âcheckedâ from the first floor to the eighth floor to make sure there werenât any living things here. But he didnât say it, otherwise, his credit would be gone.
Zhao Ying followed Yang Ming. She suddenly felt that they were much closer. The phrase âmisfortune tests the sincerity of friendsâ was really true. At least now, Zhao Ying didnât consider Yang Ming as her student, but as a friend and a younger brother.
Zhao Ying saw her floor and immediately yelled at Yang Ming since he was still going up. âAlright, here it is!â
âHuh? Weâre here already?â Yang Ming didnât know Zhao Ying lived on the second floor! He didnât get to show off much before they arrived.
âYeah!â Zhao Ying nodded, took out the key from her bag and opened the door.
Since Zhao Ying didnât invite Yang Ming inside, he was very anxious. When Zhao Ying opened the door and waved goodbye to him, Yang Ming had a spur of the moment idea.âSister Ying, does your house have a toilet? I canât hold my pee anymore!â
Yang Ming didnât wait for Zhao Yingâs reaction. He slipped into the house and sprinted toward the washroom.
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