Chapter 19: A Motley Crew of Useless Companions

Iron plate?

When the security guards saw what Li Sicheng was holding, they finally realized that this guy wasn’t skilled in martial arts at all—he’d simply hidden an iron plate under his clothes!

Damn, that was just shameless!

The security guards exchanged glances, suddenly wanting to ask Li Sicheng if he was part turtle. Otherwise, why would he carry a “shell” with him like a turtle?

“No wonder this kid told our captain not to get rough, or else there’d be a risk of serious injury. If you punch an iron plate with your bare fists, of course you’ll get hurt!” The same security guard with a penchant for martial arts dramas spoke up, his tone full of sudden realization.

Feng Gang, meanwhile, was so angry his face turned red. He jumped up and roared, “Get him! All of you, get him! Beat the brat—beat him to a pulp!”

The security guards glanced at each other, hesitant and reluctant to follow the order right away.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the security office door was kicked open from the outside.

Still fuming, Feng Gang didn’t even turn around. He cursed, “This is the security office—who the hell are you to barge in? Get the hell out!”

Then he shouted at the other guards, “Are you all made of wood? Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and beat that kid! What, you’re not following my orders? Don’t want your jobs anymore?”

But the security guards didn’t move. They looked at each other, their faces marked by both awkwardness and surprise—a strange expression indeed.

Finally, the martial arts enthusiast among them mustered his courage, winking and signaling at Feng Gang, then whispered, “Captain, behind you… look behind you…”

“Behind me? What are you yelling about? What, is there a ghost behind me?” Feng Gang scolded the guard while glancing over his shoulder.

The look on his face froze instantly.

His reaction was like he’d really seen a ghost standing behind him.

“P–Principal… Principal, why are you here?”

Standing behind him was, of course, not some ghost, but Zhao Shuncheng, the principal of Nanshan High School.

At that moment, Zhao Shuncheng’s face was ashen, his anger barely contained. Anyone could tell he was on the verge of exploding.

How could Zhao Shuncheng not be furious?

He’d rushed here in fear that something would go wrong, but never expected that every single one of his staff members would turn out to be utterly useless. Ma Lijuan and her brother Ma Kang were bad enough, but this Feng Gang had actually tried to lay hands on Li Sicheng, even urging the guards to beat him to a pulp…

Fortunately, the security guards had hesitated and didn’t immediately obey. Otherwise, Zhao Shuncheng wouldn’t just lose his job as principal—he’d likely end up in jail as well!

Feng Gang had no idea what Zhao Shuncheng was thinking. Seeing the principal’s dark expression, he assumed it was directed at Li Sicheng, and hurriedly put on a fawning smile. “Principal, why trouble yourself with such a trivial matter? Don’t worry, we’ll handle this quickly and give Director Ma a satisfactory answer.”

Useless fool!

You really are the worst kind of teammate!

Zhao Shuncheng cursed Ma Kang a thousand times over in his heart, then roared, “Tie him up!”

“Yes, tie him up, tie this brat up immediately!” Feng Gang quickly echoed, even trying to flatter Zhao Shuncheng. “No wonder you’re the principal—you always know what to do. Why didn’t I think of tying him up? If we’d done it earlier, he’d have been scared stiff and obedient by now.”

“I meant you!” Zhao Shuncheng wished he could take off his sock and stuff it in Feng Gang’s mouth.

This useless teammate was beyond idiotic—every word out of his mouth only made things worse!

“Huh? Tie me up? Why?” Feng Gang was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

But Zhao Shuncheng had no mood to explain. He simply ordered the guards to tie Feng Gang up and throw him outside to await further punishment.

Once violence was involved, the consequences wouldn’t just be injuries—there was the risk of losing his position, even facing jail time…

For some reason, Feng Gang suddenly recalled what Li Sicheng had said earlier.

At the time, he’d thought Li Sicheng was just bluffing. But now, those words seemed oddly prophetic…

Who exactly is this kid? Feng Gang glanced at Li Sicheng again, but this time, his eyes were filled with fear and dread.

After the guards had left, Zhao Shuncheng hurried over to Li Sicheng and asked carefully, “Young Master Li, are you alright? Did those bastards hurt you at all?”

Li Sicheng waved him off, smiling. “You don’t need to call me ‘Young Master’—it sounds weird. This is a school, I’m a student and you’re the principal. Since when does a principal call a student ‘Young Master’? Just call me by my name. Do I look hurt to you?”

In Zhao Shuncheng’s mind, someone who’d just been bullied would at least be fuming, if not outright furious—certainly not friendly.

But reality was nothing like his expectations. Li Sicheng showed not a hint of anger. In fact, he was smiling.

Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, Zhao Shuncheng thought to himself, Something’s wrong—very wrong. Any ordinary person would be enraged after such treatment, let alone Li Sicheng, who is Lin Muxue’s younger brother. Children from powerful families never accept being wronged. Wait… I get it now. This must be the calm before the storm! Li Sicheng is waiting to see how I handle this. If I don’t deal with it properly, this calm will turn into a tempest!

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. He quickly said, “Young Master Li…”

Before he could finish, Li Sicheng interrupted, “I told you, don’t call me that.”

“Ah…” Zhao Shuncheng hesitated, then chose a compromise. “Student Li…” Seeing Li Sicheng nod without any displeasure, he continued, “How should we handle this matter to your satisfaction?”

“Just get my enrollment paperwork done,” Li Sicheng said.

“Huh?” Zhao Shuncheng was stunned.

Aren’t we supposed to be discussing how to deal with Ma Lijuan, Ma Kang, and Feng Gang? How did we suddenly jump to enrollment procedures? Your train of thought is way too unpredictable!

Li Sicheng’s brow furrowed slightly and his tone grew cold. “What, are you not going to handle my enrollment paperwork either?”