Chapter 47: With You All

Zhao Heng did not know that he had already caught the eye of Ye Shishi, one of the three major figures in Huahai, a beautiful woman. After taking down Feihu, Duyan Biao, and others, he first tended to his wounds before cautiously returning to Huahai University. When the fat Jiao and Song Qingguan, who had been restless in the dormitory, saw him return safely, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They then wiped away the bloodstains from him in great alarm.

Seeing them, Zhao Heng also breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried that the Qing Gang would seek revenge on the First Floor, but now that he saw the two were unharmed, he felt much more at ease. He then waved to the First Floor members who had been secretly protecting the two, signaling that they no longer needed to provide close protection. At the same time, he expressed his gratitude for the First Floor's assistance once again.

"Zhao Heng, Sister Ye admires you very much."

Yan Ruyu, like a ghost, always appeared when she was needed. She shook hands lightly with Zhao Heng, her face no longer condescending. The world has always respected the strong, especially someone like Zhao Heng, who could take on a hundred. "She has already ordered the First Floor to treat you with respect."

Yan Ruyu's tone was respectful, without any hint of insincerity. Zhao Heng was slightly taken aback, not expecting to have caught Ye Shishi's attention. Various thoughts swirled in his mind, but he quickly responded, "Please thank Sister Ye for me. When I recover, I will personally visit her."

"Great! I will pass the message!"

Yan Ruyu bowed slightly, her smile as exquisite as ever. "You broke the Qing Gang's ranks tonight, and they will not let this go. I suggest you stay at the school more often. No matter how strong you are, you are still no match for a gang. The First Floor does not want anything to happen to you."

At this point, she took out a business card and handed it to him, adding, "Sister Ye said, we are friends. If you need any help, just let us know. The First Floor may not be able to control everything in Huahai, but we can still do something. Here is my phone number!"

"Thank you!"

Zhao Heng had initially thought not to trouble the First Floor further, as favors are the hardest to repay. However, during this turbulent time, having more friends was not a bad thing. He accepted the business card, which was made of pure gold, symbolizing the First Floor's luxury and taste. "Please thank Sister Ye for me."

Yan Ruyu smiled lightly and then turned to lead her people away.

Watching the more than ten men leave from the shadows, Zhao Heng felt a bit more goodwill towards Ye Shishi, whom he had once passed by. He then looked at the panda car parked far away in the student building and smiled bitterly, not expecting Jiang Changlong to still be there. This favor was growing larger, but Zhao Heng's vigilance towards him had also diminished.

No matter what, he had relied on Jiang Changlong's help several times, which allowed him to act more calmly and confidently.

Perhaps sensing that Zhao Heng was too tired, Song Qingguan and Jiao Fat did not ask many details about the bar. They could guess that Zhao Heng had fought his way out, as there were few forces in Huahai that dared to offend the Qing Gang. However, when Zhao Heng was about to take a shower, Jiao Fat suddenly knelt in front of him, his face showing determination and guilt.

"Brother Heng, I am sorry to you."

Jiao Fat looked at the bloodied Zhao Heng. "The bar incident tonight was my fault. I should have taken responsibility for Zhao Siqing, but you stood up for me. I should have fought alongside you, but at the critical moment, I dragged Song Qingguan away. This cowardly behavior, please punish me, Brother Heng."

Jiao Fat's expression was sincere and conflicted. Although his actions were rational and correct at the time, he felt terrible inside. No matter how much he had trained his mind, Jiao Yuncai was still an 18-year-old boy. He felt deep guilt for not fighting alongside Zhao Heng and needed to seek his forgiveness.

"I am also sorry to you!"

Song Qingguan also knelt down. "Brother Heng, it's all my fault. If you hadn't saved me back then, Duyan Biao wouldn't have brought so many people to block you tonight. And I couldn't help at all. Because of my trivial matters, you almost got into trouble."

Zhao Heng took a deep breath and pulled the two up. "What are you two doing?" He looked at Jiao Fat. "Fat, you did the right thing by taking Qingguan away tonight. If you two had stayed in the bar, you wouldn't have been able to help me, and I would have had to divide my attention to protect you."

"Then not only would you two be in danger, but I would also find it hard to return to the school."

At this point, he patted Jiao Fat's shoulder. "When you hesitate, you will be in chaos. Yuncai, you did well tonight. There's no need to blame yourself!" He then looked at Song Qingguan. "Qingguan, my grudge with the Qing Gang has been long-standing. Whether I saved you or not, Feihu would still have brought people to seek revenge."

Zhao Heng placed both hands on Song Qingguan's shoulders and added clearly, "So, don't overthink it. And you are my brother, so your matters are my matters! If I hadn't encountered Zhang Ningyan trying to take your assets, I wouldn't have gotten involved, but now that I have, I will stand by you."

Zhao Heng's words made Jiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan feel much better, and they were even more grateful. In a materialistic society, even close brothers often stab each other for profit, but Zhao Heng unhesitatingly protected them. This sense of righteousness deeply moved the two, and they felt a deeper respect.

This is the power of personality!

The two held Zhao Heng's arm. "Brother Heng, thank you!"

Zhao Heng smiled lightly and said nothing more, then turned to take a shower. He treated his enemies with ferocity and his friends with sincerity, which was the long-standing teaching of Uncle Feng! After Zhao Heng finished his shower and went to bed early, Jiao Fat, lying in bed, frowned several times and picked up the phone, but finally clenched his teeth and dismissed the thought, feeling unusually troubled.

Although Zhao Heng's comfort made Song Qingguan feel a bit better, the worry in his heart made it hard for him to sleep. From their initial chance encounter to their current life-and-death bond, Song Qingguan's respect for Zhao Heng had surpassed his own. He knew that although Zhao Heng had defeated Feihu and others with his own strength, this did not mean the grudge was over.

On the contrary, the conflict had deepened.

Song Qingguan could foresee that the Qing Gang would seek even greater revenge against Zhao Heng. No matter how strong Zhao Heng was, it would be difficult for him to stand up to an old gang. Song Qingguan felt he needed to do something. He thought of Zhang Ningyan and considered whether to ask her to plead with the Qing Gang to spare Zhao Heng, even if it meant giving up the 20 billion assets.

After all, that money might not end up in his pocket, and using it to save a brother was worth it.

Just as he was deeply troubled, Zhao Heng suddenly opened his eyes. Hearing their disordered breathing, he said calmly, "Fat, Qingguan, don't think about helping me get out of trouble. There's no need. I dared to provoke the Qing Gang, so I have the confidence to handle any danger. Don't sacrifice yourselves to beg for mercy."

Zhao Heng clearly saw through their thoughts and added, "And this is my grudge with the Qing Gang. If you get involved, you won't be able to extricate yourselves. It's better for me to handle it alone. You have to believe that I can handle anything, and don't act out of emotion."

"Brother Heng, why do you say such things?"

Jiao Fat suddenly turned over, his eyes wide open. "Are we brothers or not? If we are, don't talk about handling things alone. Your grudge with the Qing Gang is related to us. Since we are brothers, we should face it together. Although I can't fight them, I can still help."

As Zhao Heng sighed, Song Qingguan also nodded. "Fat is always talking nonsense, but what he said just now makes sense. Brother, facing it alone is brave, but it makes us feel bad. If we don't do something, we will be uneasy for life. Although I can't do much, my life is yours."

"Right, I, Fat, am with you."

Jiao Fat sat up, causing the iron bed to shake. "Whether you lead us in the white path or the underworld, I, Jiao Fat, am willing to go through thick and thin with you. It sounds sappy and disgusting, but it's my true feelings. Brother, I, Jiao Dasha, will fight alongside you."

Hearing their heartfelt words, a wave of emotion swept through Zhao Heng. Knowing that they would follow him unhesitatingly despite the impending conflict with the Qing Gang, he had initially wanted to refuse out of kindness. However, knowing their stubborn nature, refusing them would only make them act recklessly, and who knows what might happen?

So he exhaled a long breath.

"Alright, I'll take you with me!"

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