Chapter 25

"But..."

A sturdy youth, as strong as a calf, stroked his chin and looked at Cheng Hao with a glint in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't withhold any of the benefits I promised. If you do a good job, the benefits will only be greater."

Cheng Hao sneered and glanced sideways at the sturdy youth. "What, are you afraid I'll renege on my promise?"

"Of course we trust Young Master Cheng; otherwise, we wouldn't have agreed to this. Rest assured, if someone dares to offend Young Master Cheng, I'll make them regret ever being born."

The sturdy youth chuckled, exchanged glances with his companions, and then they all got up and walked over to Mo Wen.

A lanky, laid-back youth approached Mo Wen, a cold smile on his face.

"Kid, I hear you're pretty cocky. Eat? Go eat shit."

As he spoke, the lanky youth grabbed the plate in front of Mo Wen and slammed it hard into Mo Wen's head.

Bang!

To everyone's surprise, the plate that was thrown at Mo Wen suddenly returned and slammed onto the lanky youth's head, causing him to scream in pain as blood gushed from his forehead.

At this moment, Mo Wen slowly retracted his hand, which had been gripping the lanky youth's wrist, and stared expressionlessly at the group of eight or nine military training students who were gradually surrounding him.

"Kid, you're asking for it. Get him, cripple him."

The leader, a robust youth, was furious when he saw Mo Wen actually fight back. He rallied his group, and they swarmed around the table where Mo Wen was eating, leaving no room for escape.

"What are you doing? Trying to start a riot?"

Wang Yuan stood up immediately when he saw someone coming to cause trouble, his eyes wide with anger. To dare cause trouble in the military camp, they had some nerve.

"Riot your mother, we'll beat these two bastards to death."

The lanky youth, whose head was bleeding, cursed and grabbed a chair, swinging it at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen's lips curled into a cold smile, and he stepped aside. The chair whizzed past his ear and directly smashed the table he was eating at.

In the next moment, Mo Wen's leg slammed into the lanky youth's stomach, sending him flying and crashing into two others before stopping.

The others, however, picked up chairs, plates, and swung their fists at Mo Wen.

"Looking for death."

Wang Yuan roared in anger and swung his fist, joining the fray. These people were too arrogant, completely disregarding the rules; no, the military rules.

In an instant, Mo Wen and Wang Yuan were fighting against the group.

"Isn't that Wang Yuan and Mo Wen from our class? What's going on?"

Chen Zhongqing, the class leader of Class 9, Third Company, stood up from his seat, his eyes wide with shock.

"Damn, they're ganging up on Mo Wen and Wang Yuan, how shameless. Class leader, let's go and beat them up."

"But, fighting is against the rules."

A student from Class 9, who was a bit timid, hesitated. Fighting was a serious violation of the rules and would definitely result in severe punishment.

"Who cares, are we going to let them get beaten up? If you're afraid, don't come, and don't say you're in my class later."

Chen Zhongqing grabbed a chair and charged over, smashing it into the back of one of the youths. He had said that as class leader, he wouldn't bully his classmates, nor would he let others bully them.

Several students from Class 9 followed Chen Zhongqing almost simultaneously, grabbing whatever they could and charging in. The others hesitated for a moment but then gritted their teeth and joined in.

"What the hell is going on?"

Cheng Hao, who had been watching from a distance, widened his eyes when he saw a group of people come to Mo Wen's aid. In a blink, Mo Wen's side had the advantage in numbers.

"Get in, all of you."

Cheng Hao, with a grim face, directed the group that remained with him.

Immediately, another ten people rushed out from Cheng Hao's side and joined the fight.

For a moment, chairs, tables, and plates flew everywhere, and the cafeteria was in chaos.

The other military training students stood up from their seats, staring in shock at the scene of the disturbance.

To dare fight openly in the cafeteria was sheer audacity.

For a moment, no one continued eating; they all stood up and hid to the side, afraid of getting involved with the troublemakers.

But most people were unwilling to leave and instead gathered to watch the commotion, pointing and discussing, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

If you could watch someone else's trouble, why not?

In addition to the military training students, some soldiers from the military camp also gathered, discussing the scene with interest.

"These new recruits are getting more and more cocky, bold and arrogant."

A high-ranking soldier in uniform watched the intense fight and sighed.

"They're not new recruits, but students from the school here for military training. We are the new recruits," a private clarified.

"I heard they are all students from Huaxia University, high achievers! Not all bookworms, huh; hey, that guy is really ruthless, aiming for the weak spots, typical of educated people. Fighting with such skill, I like it."

"Hey, that kid is pretty good, he's taken down four or five already."

...

Mo Wen kicked a youth in the ankle, causing him to fall to the ground and struggle to get up. Then he swung a chair leg and smashed it into another person's back, knocking him to the ground.

He didn't use his Heavenly Skill or any powerful martial arts moves, as he didn't want to seriously injure anyone or cause any bones to be broken. That would only lead to more trouble.

So, he was very measured in his attacks, not causing any permanent injuries but ensuring they would be in pain for ten to fifteen days.

The attacks from ordinary people posed no threat to Mo Wen. No matter how many came at him, they were no match, especially with the help of his classmates.

He hadn't expected the entire Class 9 to join the fight, and for the first time, a sense of team pride and excitement welled up inside him. He swung the chair leg continuously, even though he had many simpler ways to take them down, he chose the most brutal method.

"Damn, this is great, beat you bastards to death."

Wang Yuan rolled up his sleeves and started a furious assault. As a martial artist, he naturally wouldn't be at a disadvantage against a group of ordinary people. Even on his own, he could easily take them down.

The others from Class 9, however, were all injured after a brief clash, but with Mo Wen and Wang Yuan, they had the upper hand from the start, ten people surrounding and beating up twenty.

The fight was intense but short. Soon, the twenty-odd people who had come to cause trouble were lying on the ground, curled up in pain.

"Stop, all of you, stop."

At this moment, a dozen instructors rushed into the cafeteria, their faces stern as they looked at Mo Wen and the others.

Mo Wen's lips curled, and he kicked the person at his feet to the side before stopping.

"Class 9, Third Company, all of you, come out."

Instructor Zhang Lizheng stepped out from the crowd, glanced at Chen Zhongqing and the other students from Class 9, and then turned and left the cafeteria.

As for the other group, who were also from a company, they were led out by a tall, muscular instructor.

The students from Class 9, heads hanging low and uneasy, walked out of the cafeteria and lined up on the parade ground.

The other group was also called to the parade ground by their instructor.

Some of the onlookers from the cafeteria also followed, planning to continue watching the commotion.

"They're in trouble, the instructors are Zhang Lizheng and Wang Shenling, known for their strictness."

"Tsk, I wonder how they'll be punished. They really had some nerve, almost tearing up the cafeteria."

"A beating is inevitable."

...

Looking at the two groups standing obediently on the parade ground, all bruised and battered, especially one group, who looked dejected.