Reversed Life: Chapter 14 - The Two Gang Bosses Who Love Each Other Dearly
Chapter 14: The Two Gang Bosses Who Love Each Other Dearly
Qiao Nan rode like a hurricane. Halfway there, he stopped by an empty lot and went in to grab two discarded steel pipes.
Yan Zhiyang’s side moved quickly as well. He had been ranking in an internet café with a bunch of friends, and the moment Guo Zhi—who had a direct grudge against He Pengcheng—heard the news, he practically exploded. Seven or eight young men threw aside their mice and bolted out of the café.
Luckily, the internet café was not far from the park, so they arrived quickly. But a new problem immediately arose. Guo Zhi stared up at the park’s long outer wall with a pale face. “Lao Yang… did that person tell you where exactly Brother Nan got cornered?”
Yan Zhiyang cursed loudly and hurriedly pulled out his phone, intending to call the number again. But before he could dial, he suddenly heard a familiar engine roar nearby and immediately looked up in shock.
Everyone behind him reacted almost the same way. They exchanged bewildered glances before turning toward the source of the sound. A black streak soon appeared in their line of sight.
They were far too familiar with this flashy, show-off style. There probably was not a second motorcycle in all of City A that could compare.
But hadn’t that girl just said Brother Nan had been cornered in the park? So what was going on? Had they been pranked, or had Brother Nan escaped on his own?
Yan Zhiyang immediately realized his thinking was off. Because that black streak that had just appeared in the distance had already shot right up in front of them at an unbelievable speed. The sharp drift and screeching brakes kicked up a cloud of dust, and the figure who leapt lightly off the motorcycle— Was not the owner he had expected.
Yan Zhiyang froze on the spot. In an instant, countless thoughts flooded his mind: [Didn’t Brother Nan say this bike was his wife and no second ass was ever allowed to touch it?] [Holy shit why does she look like a girl girl girl?] [She’s kind of cool.] [That driving skill just now was fucking insane.] [Fuck fuck fuck fuck I actually got outclassed.] “You…?”
Naturally, he did not get to finish asking.
Because the next second, the girl who had gotten off the motorcycle removed her helmet and shattered his kneecaps with a single contemptuous glance.
Qiao Nan swept his gaze over his usual idiotic-looking group of friends. He had no mood for explanations right now. Directly tossing one of the steel pipes in his hand toward Yan Zhiyang, he said: “Come with me.”
For some reason, suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to kneel, Yan Zhiyang instinctively caught the pipe and followed after him. Only after taking several steps did he recover and turn back to exchange looks with the equally dumbfounded friends behind him.
Every single pair of eyes clearly screamed Who is this? yet not one person dared ask directly. As the only lucky soul who had been handed a weapon by her personally, Yan Zhiyang could only silently turn back around under the encouraging gazes of his companions.
Carefully, he sized up the icy-cold girl walking ahead of him. She walked fast, her stride effortless and cool. Beneath the oversized jacket, the long legs wrapped in jeans were especially eye-catching while moving. They were straight and slender—almost absurdly beautiful—and she wore black leather ankle boots that matched the crisp sharpness of her whole aura. Yan Zhiyang unconsciously recalled the moment she had casually removed her helmet and revealed the face hidden beneath. Back then, those beautiful eyes had only slanted lazily toward him once.
Yet that familiar oppressive feeling had crashed over him immediately, leaving his heart pounding even now.
This was the first time Yan Zhiyang had ever encountered a woman like this. Even though she was over half a head shorter than him, every pore of her body seemed to radiate arrogance. The key point was that she was also beautiful. Seriously… seriously…
Seriously just like Brother Nan, impossible to get angry at.
Yan Zhiyang’s face reddened slightly. But when his gaze swept over the slim pale hand gripping the steel pipe, he immediately paled again. Carefully choosing his words internally, he prepared to tactfully ask about her relationship with Brother Nan.
Yet at that moment, she suddenly stopped walking.
Yan Zhiyang watched her turn her head sharply to the right. Her eyes instantly exploded with a nearly ferocious glare as she locked onto something in the distance. Before he could react, she had already tightened her grip on the steel pipe and strode away. Then, with lightning-fast speed, she launched a flying kick—
Accompanied by the victim’s scream, Yan Zhiyang and Guo Zhi shouted the same name at once: “He Pengcheng!!”
*******
The other side recognized Yan Zhiyang and the others too, and immediately both groups started hurling curses at each other. Hot-blooded young men rolled up their sleeves without another word, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.
“AHHH!!”
“Fuck!”
“Try pulling my pants again and see what happens!”
That was how group fights were—no one could even tell who was cursing at whom anymore. Both sides had sharp fighting instincts. Amid the chaos, Yan Zhiyang and Guo Zhi knocked several people down and got knocked down themselves several times. Their faces were bruised and bloodied, but their fists never hesitated. “I’ll ask you one more fucking time—where’s Brother Nan?! WHERE’S BROTHER NAN?!”
He Pengcheng got punched hard enough to snap his head backward, but he reacted quickly and immediately locked down Yan Zhiyang’s arm. A twisted grin spread across his bruised face. “This time Brother Wei came too. What do you think?”
Brother Wei’s full name was Cao Wei, the famous top dog of City A Sports School. Over 1.9 meters tall and covered in muscle, he was recognized as the best fighter in the entire school. Yan Zhiyang’s eyes instantly turned red with rage. “Fuck your mother! If you’ve got guts then fight fair instead of secretly ambushing people!!!”
He Pengcheng recalled the scene from a few months ago when Qiao Nan had kicked him to the ground and beaten him senseless. The more he thought about it, the more delighted he became. He continued grappling with Yan Zhiyang while spouting filthy insults meant to provoke him.
In terms of pure physical strength, the students from No. 12 Middle School were obviously no match for athletes who trained every day at the sports academy. Yan Zhiyang was furious and anxious, and with one careless mistake, He Pengcheng seized the opening and pinned him to the ground. Yan Zhiyang glared fiercely at the boy above him raising a fist, nearly ready to fight to the death.
Then came the sharp sound of something cutting through the air.
With a loud scream, He Pengcheng was smashed off Yan Zhiyang by a steel pipe. He rolled half a circle across the ground, clutching his chest and unable to stand. Then he heard a cold female voice say: “Hold him down.”
After half a second of stunned silence, Yan Zhiyang sprang to his feet and obeyed immediately.
He Pengcheng’s arms and legs were restrained. As he struggled and glared angrily upward, he froze for a moment at the unexpectedly pretty girl standing over him. Then he watched the expression on her face slowly change from icy calm into something brutally violent, and a sense of dread rose in his chest.
She spoke slowly. “Where is Qiao Nan?”
He Pengcheng swallowed hard. His eyes swept over her slender frame, and he desperately hoped she was only bluffing.
Then he instantly realized he was wrong. Because she directly raised the steel pipe and, with a ferocity completely at odds with her appearance, swung it down toward his face as though she meant to kill him.
In that instant, it felt as though even his skin could sense the airflow splitting apart under the pipe. He Pengcheng’s eyes nearly burst from terror.
But the steel pipe stopped the moment it touched the tip of his nose.
“One last time. Where is Qiao Nan?”
*******
City A Sports Academy was right next to No. 12 High School. The grudges between the delinquent students from both schools had existed for years, and as No. 12’s top troublemaker, Qiao Nan knew better than anyone how difficult these opponents were.
He Pengcheng had nearly beaten Guo Zhi to death just because his girlfriend had a one-sided crush on someone. These people were truly fearless through ignorance, with absolutely no sense of restraint when it came to violence.
If even they were like this, what about Cao Wei—the guy rumored to be unbeatable throughout the entire sports academy?
An overwhelming wave of regret and worry crashed down over Qiao Nan like a tsunami. As he sprinted forward, he almost wanted to smash himself with the steel pipe in his hand.
How had he failed to recognize He Pengcheng immediately?!
And why had he stupidly lost his temper and left Mu Xiangxiang alone at the mall?!
Filled with self-loathing, he tightened his grip on the steel pipe, shoved aside the last branches blocking his view, and charged forward with bloodshot eyes alongside the others—
Then everything fell into stunned silence.
Not far away, inside a pavilion, two figures sat side by side on a bench playing on a phone. The taller one was controlling the game while the prettier one leaned over to watch. She was even draped in an oversized jacket.
The big guy, left wearing only a hoodie underneath, had flushed cheeks as he desperately shoved the phone closer to the prettier person’s face. Every so often, he bragged shamelessly: “...I’m telling you, these guys suck so bad they can’t even block one finger of mine. From now on I’ll carry you every day and boost your rank whenever you call.”
It took Qiao Nan a moment to recover his voice. Unable to hold back, he interrupted the scene in front of him: “...What are you guys doing?”
The two people in the pavilion both looked up in surprise. Mu Xiangxiang froze for a second, then noticed Yan Zhiyang and the others behind Qiao Nan. “...Huh? Why are you all...?” here?
Qiao Nan: “………………”
Yan Zhiyang: “………………”
Every teenager involved in the fight incident—
Suddenly felt incredibly awkward!
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