Chapter 95

"Qin Lang... forget it." Zhao Kan hurriedly persuaded Qin Lang, thinking that even if he was really expelled from No. 7 High School, he could still attend another school; his father still had the ability to arrange that.

"This can't be forgotten." Qin Lang said to Zhao Kan, "He wants to expel you, but it's not that easy! Let's go!"

"Where are we going?" Zhao Kan asked in confusion.

"Teacher Sun said we were absent, so let's skip another one of his classes!" Qin Lang snorted coldly and left the classroom with Zhao Kan.

"Rotten apples, truly rotten apples! Fuck!" Sun Bo angrily cursed.

After leaving the classroom, Zhao Kan apologized to Qin Lang, "Qin Lang, I'm sorry for getting you involved."

"Damn! Brothers should share the same fate," Qin Lang said, "Besides, you've been busy with the company's opening these days, so you've skipped a lot of classes. In a way, you've also dragged me down."

"However, with what you've done, you might get in trouble too." Zhao Kan said with some concern.

"Sun Bo is too arrogant, but he's just a homeroom teacher. To expel a student, he needs the school's approval!" Qin Lang snorted, his tone full of disdain, as he knew Sun Bo had a small mind and was the type to hold grudges.

"Of course Sun Bo is arrogant because his uncle is the vice-principal of No. 7 High School. So, it's really easy for him to expel a student!" Zhao Kan said, "Who knows, we might receive our disciplinary notices by the end of the afternoon."

"Don't worry, that won't happen." Qin Lang said confidently. Sun Bo's confidence came from his uncle, the vice-principal, but with the resources Qin Lang had, a mere vice-principal was nothing.

"Or, we could have my dad send some money to Sun Bo." Zhao Kan, being shrewd, quickly thought of a solution.

"No need. Even if your family has money, we shouldn't just give it to this guy!" Qin Lang decided to confront Sun Bo today because he was in a bad mood, and Sun Bo had just happened to get in his way.

After some thought, Qin Lang directly called Chen Jinyong's phone.

After a while, Qin Lang heard Chen Jinyong's voice, "Oh, it's Xiao Qin... So, it's about this matter... If I have time, I'll look into it..."

From Chen Jinyong's tone, Qin Lang could tell he was being indifferent. So, Qin Lang didn't say much and quickly hung up.

Qin Lang understood Chen Jinyong's indifference. After all, Chen Jinyong was now a deputy director, no longer just a section chief. In Xiayang City, he was a well-known deputy bureau-level official, so he had a bit of an official air about him.

But Qin Lang didn't have time to care about Chen Jinyong's feelings. He didn't immediately call Wu Wenxiang either, knowing that Wu Wenxiang was quite busy. It didn't seem right to trouble him over such a small matter.

So, Qin Lang called Han Sanqiang and Ma Wei.

These two arrived at the school gate in just a few minutes after receiving Qin Lang's call.

"Brother Qin, what do you need?" Ma Wei asked Qin Lang in a flattering tone.

"Do you know the vice-principal of No. 7 High School, Zhu Guangcong?" Qin Lang asked.

"Vice-principal? The fat guy with a big belly? I've heard he's an old pervert."

"Right! That's him!" Zhao Kan nodded, "He likes to harass girls and teachers; he's definitely an old pervert."

"He's Sun Bo's backer, so let's start with him." Qin Lang said, "Think of a way to get him out here."

"That's easy. I'll call him as a parent, saying I'm here to give him a gift. This old pervert will definitely come out." Zhao Kan smiled mischievously.

"Alright, find his phone number and call him," Qin Lang said.

A few minutes later, Zhao Kan came out of the school gate and gave Qin Lang an OK sign.

About ten minutes later, Zhu Guangcong indeed arrived at the school gate.

This guy was just a vice-principal, not a big official, but his belly was quite large, indicating he was a "big eater."

"Who's looking for me?" Zhu Guangcong asked Qin Lang and Zhao Kan in a condescending tone as he approached the school gate.

"It's my parent," Zhao Kan smiled and pointed to a car parked by the street outside the school gate.

Seeing the car, Zhu Guangcong's heart leaped with joy, thinking he might gain something today. He quickly walked over to the car. When he reached the car door, it suddenly opened, and someone pushed him from behind, forcing him into the car.

"What... what are you doing?"

After being pushed into the back seat of the car, Zhu Guangcong immediately sensed something was wrong. The person sitting next to him, the so-called "parent," was a burly man with a thug-like appearance and a fierce look.

The driver, with a ponytail, was also not a good person.

At this moment, the driver turned to Zhu Guangcong and said, "Do you know me, Director Zhu?"

"You're Ma Wei from the street outside the school... no, Brother Ma." Zhu Guangcong knew Ma Wei was a local thug and didn't want to provoke him.

"Good that you recognize me." Ma Wei snorted, "The person next to you is my big brother."

"My name is Han Sanqiang," Han Sanqiang said calmly.

"Brother... Brother Han!" Zhu Guangcong, though he didn't know Han Sanqiang, had heard of his name, or rather, his "infamous" reputation. Han Sanqiang was now one of the top figures in Xiayang City, with many legends about him, such as owing several lives, chopping down over a dozen opponents in the street, and hiding firearms.

"What do you want, brothers?" Zhu Guangcong asked nervously, "I haven't offended you."

"Here's the thing," Han Sanqiang said, "You saw those two just now, they are my brothers. But I heard your nephew, Sun Bo, plans to expel them. This makes me very angry. If you don't give them face, it's like going against me, Han Sanqiang. What usually happens to those who go against me, Brother Ma?"

"Oh, Brother Han, you usually have them chopped into pieces and thrown into the river to feed the fish," Ma Wei added.

"Oh, I remember now." Han Sanqiang said to Zhu Guangcong, "Do you remember now, Director Zhu?"

"Yes! Yes!" Zhu Guangcong nodded quickly, sweating profusely.

But the worst was yet to come. Han Sanqiang smiled and said, "Director Zhu, you're a smart man, and I like dealing with smart people. Let me offer you a cigarette."

As he spoke, Han Sanqiang reached into his jacket pocket, seemingly to take out a cigarette case, but instead pulled out a black handgun.