To be honest, he also stood up and intervened out of sheer nerve. Seeing that there were seven or eight thugs on the other side, if a real fight broke out, it was hard to say who would win or lose. These thugs were really fierce!

Who would have thought that the guy with the long, thin face would suddenly start talking nonsense, wanting to challenge all four of them one-on-one!

Wasn’t that crazy?

The long-faced guy grinned sinisterly, “Little brother, it seems you don’t know the first thing about fighting. Here’s the deal: I’ll lay it out for you. We won’t use any weapons, just fists and feet. The four of you, come at me one by one, I’ll take you all on. No matter who it is, as long as someone knocks me down, I’ll leave without another word.”

“How about it? That’s not bullying you, is it?”

“Do you mean it?”

Michael Bolton immediately stared at him and asked, his face full of disbelief.

“Of course.”

The long-faced guy said proudly.

“You should ask around, see who I am in Xihe. I’m Brother Hongsheng—my word is my bond. Do I need to trick a few elementary schoolers like you?”

Even Ethan Foster, who had been sobbing at her desk, looked up, glanced at the long-faced guy, then at Michael Bolton, and couldn’t help but let out a quiet sigh of relief.

It really looked like the long-faced guy was crazy!

“Michael Bolton, take him down!”

Sean Miller stood up tall, shouting excitedly, her enthusiasm obvious.

“Alright!”

Michael Bolton roared like a tiger, striding forward, head held high, fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Chapter 3: Take Him Down

The outcome of the fight was completely unexpected.

Everyone was ready to watch a one-sided “slaughter.”

Then, with a sudden “ouch,” Michael Bolton crashed headfirst into the dining table, dishes and soup bowls clattering to the floor. Most of the classmates didn’t even see how the long-faced guy made his move—they only saw him shift his body slightly, trip Michael Bolton with his foot, and Michael Bolton lost his balance, falling hard, nearly face-planting.

Even with the table in the way, Michael Bolton fell in a sorry state, a plate landing upside down on him, soup and water splashing everywhere.

Everyone gasped in unison, holding their breath.

No one had expected this outcome.

Ryan Carter and William Thompson exchanged a glance, both showing a look of keen interest.

Others hadn’t seen the long-faced guy’s move clearly, but the two of them had caught every detail.

“Ah…”

The basketball team captain was completely enraged, letting out another roar, arms spread wide, lunging at the long-faced guy. If he’d been holding back before, this time he was going all out.

But the result was even worse than before.

The long-faced guy reached out and grabbed his thick wrist. With a loud “crack,” Michael Bolton cried out, was thrown heavily to the ground, and lay there groaning, unable to get up for a long while.

“Meishan grappling?”

William Thompson muttered under his breath.

He hadn’t expected that this skinny, bony long-faced guy would have such a skill.

Weizhou City was remote, with a mix of border people, and had a long tradition of martial arts. There were at least seven or eight different martial arts schools, each with its own lineage. The Meishan school was one of the more famous ones, producing many masters over the years.

“Yeah.”

Ryan Carter nodded slightly.

That move just now was clearly the “Dislocating Tendons” technique from the Meishan school’s small grappling style.

“Bang—crash—”

Before the words had even faded, another basketball team member was already thrown to the ground, dishes and cups clattering everywhere, making quite a scene.

No one knew what kind of magic the long-faced guy used, but both of them were lying on the ground, groaning, unable to get up.

“Hey, you two are the only ones left. Come at me together. The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can take my wife home for dinner.”

The long-faced guy, full of swagger, turned to the last two basketball players and said with a sinister grin.

The two young men exchanged a glance, unconsciously taking a step back, fear written all over their faces.

“Tch, cowards!”

The long-faced guy waved his hand dismissively, ignored them, and walked straight up to Ethan Foster, grinning cheekily, “Wife, let’s go home. What’s so good about this pig slop?”

“Scoundrel!”

Ethan Foster bit her teeth hard, her eyes practically spitting fire.

“Smack!”

The long-faced guy suddenly turned nasty, slapping Ethan Foster across the face.

Caught off guard, Ethan Foster staggered, stunned by the blow. She clutched her flushed cheek, her long hair falling down, unable to recover for a long time.

“Stupid woman, don’t know what’s good for you!”

“Don’t think just because you’re a woman I won’t hit you. If you dare defy me again, believe it or not, I’ll kill your whole family!”

“Go ask around—what woman that I, Henry Brooks, have set my sights on has ever escaped my grasp?”

Ethan Foster held her face, her body trembling uncontrollably, like a lotus leaf in the wind, utterly helpless.

Ryan Carter furrowed his brows, stood up, and strode over.

“Hey, what are you doing? Don’t go…”

Sean Miller jumped up in a panic.

Seriously, what’s he doing trying to play the hero at a time like this?

Does he want to get beaten up?