Chapter 9: Mr. Tang, I Admire You So Much

Lei Li felt a bit anxious. Even though she couldn't stand Tang Rao, Tang Rao was still the second Miss's nephew after all.

And as far as she knew, the second Miss was extremely protective of this nephew, who was seen as scum by others.

If something really did happen, she was afraid it would be difficult to explain.

"Bang!" In the next moment, Jiang Langyue's whipping kick lashed upwards.

Just in the nick of time, Tang Rao's right arm swung up fiercely, his fist instantly connecting with Jiang Langyue's side leg.

The tremendous force deflected Jiang Langyue's whip kick, barely grazing past Tang Rao's body.

Jiang Langyue was somewhat disoriented, wondering what had happened.

Although she had already tried to restrain her strength, the power behind that kick was not to be underestimated. Even Zhai Qiang would not be able to block it so effortlessly.

How did Tang Rao manage to do that? Wasn't he trash? Wasn't he a man with the frailty of an old woman?

Why was his punch just now so precisely timed, so powerful?

Before Jiang Langyue could ponder much longer, Tang Rao lunged forward and closed the distance abruptly. His left hand grabbed Jiang Langyue's leg, which had not yet hit the ground, while his right hand transformed into a claw, aiming straight for Jiang Langyue's throat.

This claw was exceptionally sharp, like a bamboo splitter, full of murderous intent.

In the Nine Realms and Seventy-two Domains, often one would kill and plunder over petty disagreements.

Having evolved from a nobody to a dominant lord, Tang Rao had experienced countless brushes with death and killed numerous people throughout the process.

Consistently walking on the edge of life and death, Tang Rao had developed his own way of combat.

That was: straightforward and deadly in a single strike.

Watching that swiftly approaching claw, Jiang Langyue was completely stunned.

Even Lei Li at the side was staring with wide eyes, holding her breath.

Lei Li realized that even if it were her, she might not be able to withstand Tang Rao's ferocious claw.

The only outcome seemed to be a crushed windpipe.

In the instant before his fingers grasped Jiang Langyue's throat, the murderous look in Tang Rao's eyes dissipated. His fingers relaxed from a claw to a touch, and with a sudden downward force powered by the elbow joint, his entire hand pressed firmly against Jiang Langyue's chest.

It was not until this moment that Jiang Langyue came to her senses.

Feeling the odd sensations at the root of her thigh and chest, Jiang Langyue's face turned beet red with a mixture of colossal fury, of course.

That bastard Tang Rao, he actually...

"Get lost!" Jiang Langyue violently pushed at Tang Rao with her hands, furiously kicking out with her legs as well.

Tang Rao didn't bother to stick around for more trouble, and swooshed forward with a shove.

Jiang Langyue failed to maintain her balance and tumbled to the ground, the pain in her coccyx almost bringing tears to her eyes.

Everyone wore expressions of amazement; it seemed... Tang Rao had won?

But... how was that possible!

Could it be that Tang Rao had been holding back all along? That despite always appearing to be a worthless scion, he was actually working hard behind the scenes?

Was he playing the role of a pig to eat the tiger?

As for Tang Rao, even though he had slightly tricked Jiang Langyue, his heart wasn't filled with joy at all.

Because his fist hurt a lot. Also, within his Dantian, three servings of Spiritual Energy had now become two.

There was no helping it; after all, this body was so frail. If it had been a bit more robust, defeating Jiang Langyue wouldn't have necessitated the use of the Spiritual Energy within his Dantian.

"Alright, let's go." Tang Rao curled his lips, finding such a pointless battle really boring.

Not only was there no benefit, but it also incurred some loss, essentially being harmful to oneself and others.

In the Nine Realms and Seventy-two Domains, there is a saying: One who harms oneself for others is a Buddha; one who harms others for their own benefit is human; as for those who harm others without any benefit to oneself, they're simply big idiots.

"Mr. Tang, what about Cui Sifang?" Zhou Boxiong shouted, pointing at Cui Sifang who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, Cui Sifang's face was pale, and his eyes dared not meet Tang Rao's gaze.

"Obviously, he needs to be sent to the infirmary. We're all brothers from the same dormitory, after all," Tang Rao said, looking at Cui Sifang with a smile.

"Alright!" Zhou Boxiong shouted, not wasting words, and hoisted the prostrate Cui Sifang up in one go.

That action was quite ferocious, causing Cui Sifang to grimace with pain.

In fact, both Yan Wei and Zhou Boxiong were clever people; they couldn't have been admitted to Sui City University otherwise.

Both knew very well that Tang Rao's visit to the Taekwondo Department was specifically to trap Cui Sifang. It was obvious there was some kind of grudge between the two.

...

After Tang Rao and his group left, Jiang Langyue slowly stood up from the ground, her face ashen.

However, at this moment, besides feeling angry, she was also perplexed.

Although she didn't want to believe it, the fact was the fact—she had been defeated by Tang Rao.

She was, after all, a black belt in Taekwondo, and additionally skilled in mixed martial arts, free combat, and traditional martial arts. But she had just been inexplicably knocked to the ground by Tang Rao, shaking Jiang Langyue's view of the world.

Just three days ago, she had easily kicked Tang Rao's butt.

What exactly happened in these three days? Tang Rao seemed like a completely different person.

"Lang Yue, are you alright?" Zhai Qiang took a few steps forward and asked.

"I'm fine," Jiang Langyue dropped two words and then headed straight out of the training room.

No matter what, she still had to go and procure two hundred years' worth of old ginseng. With Tang Rao's current temperament, who knows what he might do if he can't acquire enough in three days.

...

On Tang Rao's side, after the three of them dumped Cui Sifang at the infirmary, they went straight back to the dormitory.

What, stay there to look after him? What a joke, the fact that they didn't kick him a couple more times was already a display of tremendous humanitarian spirit.

"Mr. Tang, I admire you so much! You were simply too cool fighting against Jiang Langyue!" Just back in the dormitory, Zhou Boxiong started shouting, looking like his fangirl heart was about to burst.

"Not too bad," Tang Rao waved his hand, not minding the flattery—it felt good.

"Jiang Langyue has won two national university Taekwondo championships, and she has dabbled in mixed martial arts and traditional martial arts. Since the Jiang family comes from a military background, Jiang Langyue is even more outstanding in actual combat," Yan Wei pushed up his glasses and suddenly said.

"Skinny Monkey, what do you mean?" Zhou Boxiong looked at Yan Wei who always knew how to play with data and analysis.

"What I mean is: Tang Rao either has always been hiding his capabilities, or he is not himself," Yan Wei pointed at Tang Rao, a bright light twinkling in his eyes behind his glasses.

Tang Rao's heart stirred slightly; Yan Wei was quite perceptive.

"Crazy, you read too many transmigration novels..." Zhou Boxiong rolled his eyes at Yan Wei, "Our Mr. Tang is obviously just playing dumb, he didn't want to reveal himself before."

"Just some arrangements within the family," Tang Rao spoke casually. He would certainly not admit that he was not the Tang Rao of the past.

"Hehe, Mr. Tang, speaking of which, what's the deal with Jiang Langyue mentioning the procurement of old ginseng earlier?" Zhou Boxiong asked as he lay on his bed.

"Just some business, Fat Bear, you got any connections?" Tang Rao looked at Zhou Boxiong.

From his previous memories, Zhou Boxiong's hometown seemed to be in the area around Baishan, which often yielded some treasures.