The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

7

Zhu Tong suspected Yuan Shaozhao for a simple reason.

The road from the school to the hotel was neither too well-lit nor too dark, and it was close to the school.

At this hour, right after evening self-study, there were many people leaving the school grounds, with constant traffic passing by on the nearby road.

For a group of sober thugs, choosing this time and place near the school to block someone wasn't a wise move.

At any moment, someone could call the police.

However, the fact that they chose to block him meant that they had a clear target in mind.

And it was done deliberately for the other students to witness.

It was an act of revenge, intended to intimidate.

Zhu Tong had only just arrived, and the only person he had offended was Yuan Shaozhao.

The thugs were silent for a moment. Then the leader sneered and said, "Heh, looks like you've got some self-awareness. Since you know you've crossed someone you shouldn't have, are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to make a move here?"

"Do you want to break a leg? Or maybe an arm?"

"If you're willing to play along, maybe we'll let you off easy."

As they spoke, the group had completely surrounded Zhu Tong.

Zhu Tong raised his wrist and signaled Uncle Liu through his smartwatch.

He then calmly said, "I don't plan on going with you."

The leader's expression shifted slightly.

This wasn't their first time doing something like this.

When cornering a high school student, usually the target would turn pale with fear, some would try to run, and others would immediately beg for mercy.

None had ever remained as calm as this boy.

According to Yuan Shaozhao, their target this time was a weakling.

So today, they hadn't even bothered to bring any weapons.

The thug leader sized Zhu Tong up.

Pale face, frail body—he looked like he could be blown over by the wind.

The leader sneered and said menacingly, "You'd better not test your luck."

Zhu Tong responded indifferently, "Before you make a move, let me remind you of a few things. First, I'm quite fragile—I could break a bone just by falling."

"..."

What did that mean?

Was he surrendering?

One of the thugs immediately scoffed, "Kid, it's a bit late to be begging for mercy now."

Zhu Tong ignored him and continued, "If you lay a hand on me, it's considered intentional harm, and you'll be detained. If I get injured, you'll face a sentence of six months to three years in prison, depending on the severity. If it's serious enough, the sentence could be even longer. So, if you've thought it through, go ahead and make your move."

The thugs: "..."

They had encountered people who would give up and let themselves be mocked, but they had never seen someone who would lie down and let themselves be beaten.

And now he was talking about the law?

They had been in and out of the police station enough times—they didn't need a high schooler lecturing them on legal consequences!