Chapter 0176: A Small Man Cannot Be a Gentleman

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng had always believed that solving problems with violence was the most boring thing in the world.

Because once you choose to use violence, it means both sides have determined there is no possibility of reconciliation, and they are no longer using their brains to control their emotions, but purely using their bodies to dominate themselves.

It is often said that a person should not become a slave to their emotions, but the problem is, if a person cannot even control their own emotions, what else can they talk about?

"Where the hell did you guys come from?"

The thug looked at Zhao Fusheng in bewilderment and asked. He had been happily beating people up when out of nowhere this group appeared, surrounded him, and gave him a beating. Not only that, but they were all carrying 'weapons,' clearly prepared.

Thugs are dangerous because they don't know their own strength, and they are despised because they lack courage.

In other words, if these were real gangsters, they wouldn't waste time talking; they'd charge in and fight first. But these thugs always liked to say a few extra words.

And villains usually die from talking too much.

"You beat up our people, and you ask who we are? Are you sick?" Tan Kaixuan sneered.

The thug's eyes widened, and he was about to speak when Zhao Fusheng said coldly, "Put away your knives. I've already called the police. Carrying weapons and injuring people carries a minimum sentence of ten years. Plus raping a female student and assaulting a college student who acted bravely, how long do you think you'll get? Maybe, with the current crackdown, you'll even get a bullet?"

He didn't believe it himself when he said this.

This wasn't 1983, when even dancing with a girl could get you arrested for indecency, and no less than ten thousand thugs ended up in prison.

Not to mention the notorious gangsters on the streets, many of whom were ruthless men who had drawn blood, but because they ran into the crackdown, they all fell.

So at this moment, the word 'crackdown' was like a thunderbolt to the thugs.

The biggest characteristic of thugs is that they are not ruthless enough and fear death.

That's why Zhao Fusheng said this.

Sure enough, the group of thugs, frightened by his words, sobered up halfway. They looked at each other in dismay and, without saying a word, took a few steps back.

They were different from students. When students fought, they might just throw punches and kicks. But these thugs, as Zhao Fusheng had said, carried things like fruit knives.

It was fine for scaring people usually, but if they actually ended up sending these students to prison, what then?

"The teacher is here!"

"The police are here!"

At that moment, someone shouted from outside, and the sound of police sirens came from not far away.

The thugs were dumbfounded. They looked at each other, and with a shout from someone, they scattered and disappeared in an instant.

Although men are all about face, and some would rather lose anything than lose face, the problem is, no amount of face is more important than life.

If they were really caught and sentenced to a few years, it simply wouldn't be worth it.

At this point, Zhao Fusheng turned around and looked at Han Meimei behind him. The girl was still in shock. Seeing Zhao Fusheng looking at her, she murmured, "Hello."

"What's good about me?" Zhao Fusheng blinked and smiled slightly.

"Huh?"

Han Meimei was dumbfounded, and the people around burst into laughter.

Tan Kaixuan and Wang Zhen were also speechless. Ever since Zhao Fusheng came back from summer vacation, he had become more and more of a goofball, occasionally blurting out something that left people speechless.

"Alright, you should go now." Zhao Fusheng said to Han Meimei.

The girl was startled: "Go... go where?"

Even Wen Yu found it strange, thinking Zhao Fusheng might have taken a dislike to her.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly and had to explain: "She's a girl. If she gets involved in this kind of thing, what about her reputation? Go quickly. Hey, Wen Yu, take her with you. Wang Zhen, you follow. Shi Nan, you go too."

He pointed out a few people to escort Wen Yu and Han Meimei away first. Zhao Fusheng looked around and saw that only he, Tan Kaixuan, and Qin Wentao were left.

"Well, it's just the three of us." Zhao Fusheng said, then looked at the people around him and raised his voice: "I don't think anyone will talk out of turn. Hah, if not, we can just fight another round."

"Alright, you two lie low, I'll take the heat." Qin Wentao thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Tan Kaixuan was startled, but his gaze turned to Zhao Fusheng. Lately, Zhao Fusheng had become the backbone of the dormitory.

Zhao Fusheng didn't stand on ceremony. Qin Wentao was now a big shot in the college and even the entire school. This kind of thing was nothing to him.

Sure enough, when the summoned teacher saw that the leader was Qin Wentao, his expression changed: "Qin Wentao, what's going on? Did you get into a fight?"

As he spoke, the teacher's eyes fixed on Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan.

Zhao Fusheng didn't speak, but Tan Kaixuan shook his head: "Don't mention it, teacher. The three of us acted bravely. Just now, some thugs were harassing a female student here. We ran into them and barely managed to drive them away."

"Really?"

The teacher was taken aback, looked at Tan Kaixuan and Zhao Fusheng in surprise, then examined Qin Wentao up and down. Finding no injuries on the three, he turned to the side: "Did you see that?"

"Yes, yes, we saw it. It was indeed them who drove away those thugs."

"That's right, teacher."

There were only about eight or nine people around, and no one exposed Qin Wentao's lie.

The reason was simple: most of them were students from the School of Media, and many were from the Advertising Design major, both freshmen and sophomores. Everyone knew that Qin Wentao was now a red-hot figure in the college, the deputy director of the Future Advertising Creative Department, and it was said that the college was preparing to add him as the student council president.

No one would be the one to stick their neck out to offend their senior over a few thugs.

Moreover, the implication in Zhao Fusheng's words just now was clear: if anyone caused trouble, he wouldn't mind fighting again.

It is often said that the fierce fear the impulsive, the impulsive fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who don't care about their lives. The impression Zhao Fusheng gave now was that of a reckless man. After all, he was the first to make a move, and the words he said afterward were scary enough. So in many people's minds, this guy was someone who wouldn't listen to reason, soft or hard. If you really pissed him off, getting a beating wasn't worth it.

At this moment, the Chinese trait of preferring to avoid trouble rather than invite it was fully displayed. By the time the university police arrived, they were received by the college's teacher.

Watching the newly arrived associate dean passionately complaining about the poor public security in the area while the police officer apologized, Zhao Fusheng quietly nudged Qin Wentao: "Later, have the finance department send a few computers to the police station."

Qin Wentao was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise, only to hear Zhao Fusheng whisper: "Just say you almost got stabbed by a thug, and this grudge must be avenged no matter what."

Hearing his words, Qin Wentao was thoughtful but quickly understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

Glancing at Zhao Fusheng, who looked calm as if he hadn't said anything, Qin Wentao couldn't help but shudder inwardly. This guy was too cunning.

Fortunately, he was on the same team as him.