bookmarkrole Chapter 2 So what if he's the governor's son? Mess with me, and I'll cripple him in o
Chapter 2 So what if he's the governor's son? Mess with me, and I'll cripple him in o
Dead silence.
The entire playground of Handong University fell into a deathly silence.
The crowd, which was noisy and bustling just a moment ago, seemed to have been paused. Thousands of students stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if they had heard something unbelievable.
Rejected...refused?
Qi Tongwei actually... rejected the governor's daughter's public proposal?
And they even said... she's not good enough?
This isn't a question of whether or not one has backbone; this is madness! This is utter madness!
On the podium, Liang Lu's smile froze completely.
That triumphant crimson is fading at a visible speed, replaced by a deathly white, then turning from white to blue, and from blue to purple.
She felt as if she had been stripped naked in public and thrown in front of thousands of people to be humiliated.
That chilling "You don't deserve it" was like the sharpest knife, piercing her heart, which was proud to the extreme!
The humiliation of his entire life reached its peak at this moment!
"Qi! Tong! Wei!"
Liang Lu squeezed out those three words through clenched teeth, her voice sharp as fingernails scraping against glass.
However, before she could react, an angry voice rang out from below the stage.
"Damn it! Who the hell do you think you are!"
The crowd was roughly pushed aside, and a tall young man dressed in designer sportswear roared as he charged forward.
He rushed up to the podium in three strides, pointed at Qi Tongwei's nose, and began to hurl insults.
"You shameless, penniless wretch! My sister liking you is the greatest blessing you could ever have!"
"You fucking dare to refuse? You dare to say she's not good enough for you?!"
Qi Tongwei recognized the visitor—no, he should be said, he would recognize him even if he were reduced to ashes.
Liang Lu's older brother, Liang Fan.
A spoiled brat who abuses his family background, indulging in all sorts of vices, including eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring.
In his past life, it was this guy who led the way in humiliating him on various occasions and treating him like a dog.
At this moment, Liang Fan's face turned a deep purplish-red, and the finger pointing at Qi Tongwei's nose was almost poking his face.
"Let me tell you, if you don't kneel down and apologize to my sister today, I'll make sure you can't stay in Handong any longer!"
Despite Liang Fan's roar, Qi Tongwei's expression remained completely unchanged.
His eyes were as cold as the winter wind on Lone Eagle Ridge.
Just then, a vast and exquisite torrent of information surged into his mind!
[Grandmaster-level fighting techniques begin to merge...]
[Integration progress 10%...50%...100%!]
[Fusion complete!]
In an instant, it was as if countless top fighting masters had bestowed upon Qi Tongwei all their life experience and skills!
Grappling, Sanda, Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, Israeli Kickboxing...
Countless killing techniques were instantly integrated into his mind!
He was originally just physically strong, but at this moment, he seemed to have been reborn, turning into a sophisticated and terrifying killing machine!
"I'm talking to you! Are you fucking deaf?!"
Liang Fan was furious when he saw that Qi Tongwei dared to ignore him.
Relying on his height of 1.85 meters and weight of over 180 kilograms, and having practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for a few days, he completely disregarded Qi Tongwei, who appeared to be slender.
With a roar, his enormous fist, accompanied by the whoosh of wind, slammed viciously toward Qi Tongwei's cheek!
"what!"
The girls in the audience let out piercing screams.
Chen Hai and Hou Liangping's hearts jumped into their throats instantly!
However, what happened next made everyone's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
To everyone else, Liang Fan's powerful punch was as fast as lightning.
But in Qi Tongwei's eyes, it was as slow as a snail.
flaw.
It's full of flaws!
Excessive force from the shoulders, unstable lower body, incorrect wrist angle...
Just as the fist was about to strike, Qi Tongwei moved.
His movements were not fast, but rather somewhat freehand.
He simply turned his body slightly to the side.
That punch, powerful enough to break his nose, grazed past his cheek.
So fast!
No, it's incredibly accurate!
Liang Fan's punch missed its mark, and his body staggered forward due to inertia, startled.
Before he could react, a hand, a hand like an iron clamp, had already casually gripped his outstretched wrist.
"you!"
Liang Fan was shocked and tried to pull his hand back, but found that the other person's five fingers were like steel bars, making him unable to move.
Qi Tongwei remained expressionless, and gently twisted the hand holding Liang Fan's wrist outward.
"Click!"
A crisp sound of bones dislocating rang out!
The excruciating pain caused Liang Fan's eyes to bulge out instantly!
Immediately afterwards, Qi Tongwei pushed forward.
An irresistible, skillful force came through!
Liang Fan's body, weighing over 180 pounds, was sent flying as if he had been hit by an enraged bull!
It traced an ugly parabola in the air.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
He landed face-first on the hard concrete floor of the podium in a classic "dog-face-mud" pose, and couldn't get up for a long time!
The entire venue fell into absolute silence once again.
If Qi Tongwei's refusal just now was shocking, then what is happening now is horrifying!
one move!
Just one move!
Liang, the young master whom no one dared to mess with at school, was thrown out by Qi Tongwei like trash?
Qi Tongwei didn't even move a step!
What terrifying power is this?!
Qi Tongwei slowly walked up to Liang Fan, who was lying on the ground groaning, and looked down at him with a gaze devoid of any emotion, only bone-chilling coldness.
He leaned down and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"In my past life, you smashed a bottle over my head and forced me to bark like a dog."
"In this life, you'd better stay away from me."
After he finished speaking, he straightened up and slowly scanned the terrified faces below the stage.
Finally, in a clear, cold voice, he said, word by word:
I'll say it again.
"Don't point fingers at me."
His cold words, carrying a palpable killing intent, sent a chill down the spines of every student who met his gaze, causing them to instinctively take a step back in unison.
Those who had been making a fuss and mocking earlier now wished they could disappear into the ground.
Qi Tongwei glanced at Liang Lu, whose face was pale and who was trembling all over, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Then, he threw down the microphone and, under the gazes of thousands of people—some with awe, some with fear, and some with mixed feelings—walked off the stage without looking back and headed out of the playground.
His silhouette was like a javelin piercing the blue sky, proud and resolute.