Chapter 213: Kneel Down and Kowtow

"What? My father would be afraid of Zhou Lang? He just has some connection with Duan Wei, and aren't you guys currently collecting protection money from Duan Wei's place?" Wang Zheng sneered.

"Young Master Wang, we did come here to collect protection money, but we unfortunately ran into Brother Lang, and we ended up leaving with our tails between our legs. Your father has strictly ordered us not to come and cause trouble at Brother Wei's place again. The only reason I was able to enter this venue was because your father called Brother Wei, and Brother Wei made an exception to let us in. Please don't make things difficult for us anymore."

World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei was afraid of offending Zhou Lang, so he had to explain to Wang Zheng, though in his heart, he was secretly cursing Wang Zheng for being such an idiot.

Wang Zheng was stunned after hearing World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei's words. The classmates in the class also basically understood that Zhou Lang was the true king of showing off. Compared to Zhou Lang, Wang Zheng was simply too far behind. Wang Zheng had wanted to show off today, but he had made a huge fool of himself.

The private room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Wang Zheng was silent, and the male and female classmates in the class didn't dare to speak.

Zhou Lang took out his phone and began to dial.

The call connected quickly, and Zhou Lang said in an icy tone: "Wang Dacheng, your son is truly a piece of work. You had better roll over to Brother Wei KTV immediately, otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

After saying this, regardless of whether Wang Dacheng agreed or not, he hung up the phone directly.

By this time, Wang Zheng was terrified by Zhou Lang's domineering aura and was completely panicked, not knowing what to do, when his phone started ringing.

The call was naturally from Wang Dacheng. Wang Dacheng had been scared half to death after receiving Zhou Lang's call. He vaguely understood that the classmate Wang Zheng had been trying his best to take revenge on during this period was actually Zhou Lang. Knowing Wang Zheng's temper, he immediately called Wang Zheng to tell him not to act recklessly, and even more so, not to contradict Zhou Lang, to avoid committing a grave mistake.

After answering Wang Dacheng's call, Wang Zheng was dumbfounded, his mind went blank. He never expected that his poor classmate, Zhou Lang, would have such a terrifying background that it would make his father so fearful.

His legs went a bit weak, and he collapsed onto the sofa, speechless. People like him were usually arrogant and overbearing, but when they actually encountered trouble, their mental fortitude wasn't necessarily very good.

Seeing Wang Zheng like this, everyone in the class knew that Wang Zheng had suffered a setback this time. Li Ning, Zhou Jianping, and Huang Hairong had previously worried that they would be retaliated against by Wang Zheng for getting too close to Zhou Lang, but now they were completely relieved. Anyone could see that Wang Zheng was nothing in front of Zhou Lang; in the future, when Wang Zheng encountered Zhou Lang, he would have to steer clear of him.

As for "Xiaoxue," "First Love," and the others, they felt that Zhou Lang was even more domineering, and their hearts were stirred. However, what they felt was basically admiration for Zhou Lang, because they knew that they and Zhou Lang were not from the same world. Being able to know him and sit together to talk, chat, drink, and sing was already a great blessing for them; they didn't have any extravagant hopes.

Of course, women all like mysterious and outstanding men. Deep in their hearts, they sometimes fantasized about having a one-night stand with such a domineering man. Even if it were just for one night, that would be enough, worth cherishing for a lifetime.

"Brother Lang… we…" World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei stammered. He stood there with his men, not knowing what to say or what to do. He only knew that this time Zhou Lang was very angry, and the consequences would be very serious.

"You guys wait here for now. I think Wang Dacheng will be here soon. You can't handle this matter. I can only talk to him," Zhou Lang said indifferently.

"Yes." World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei broke out in a cold sweat and immediately fell silent.

The atmosphere in the private room was exceptionally oppressive. As long as Zhou Lang didn't speak, no one dared to speak.

"Everyone, don't be so nervous. It's actually just a small matter. Continue singing and drinking." Seeing that the classmates were very constrained, Zhou Lang smiled and said.

"Brother Lang, Young Master Wang, how about we leave first?" But at this moment, who still had the heart to drink and sing here? A male student in the class stood up and said cautiously. He usually liked to watch the excitement, but today's excitement seemed a bit too big. He was afraid of being caught in the crossfire and couldn't wait to leave this place early.

In fact, this student's inner thoughts represented the thoughts of the others; no one really wanted to continue watching the excitement here.

"Wang Zheng is a badass person. If you don't stay here to see how badass he is and leave now, that would be a huge loss." Wang Zheng didn't speak, but Zhou Lang smiled.

So the student didn't say anything else. Previously they were afraid of offending Wang Zheng, but now they were also afraid of offending Zhou Lang.

Time ticked by, and seven or eight minutes later, Wang Dacheng burst into the private room alone, without bringing any entourage.

"Father." Seeing his father arrive, Wang Zheng finally felt a bit calmer. Whenever he got into trouble, Wang Dacheng had always cleaned up his mess, and he felt that his pillar of support had arrived.

"You unfilial son, you actually dared to offend Mr. Zhou!" Wang Dacheng didn't hesitate and slapped Wang Zheng. Last time, Zhou Lang had extorted thirty million, and this time Wang Zheng had offended Zhou Lang again. He had a bad premonition in his heart because he felt that Zhou Lang was a black-bellied guy.

This slap was not light. Wang Zheng was hit and stumbled, with finger marks appearing on his face.

Wang Zheng had grown up, and this was the first time he had been hit. It was also the first time he had seen his father so angry in front of him, and he was scared half to death, covering his face and not daring to speak.

"Mr. Zhou, I have failed to teach my son properly, and I have truly made you laugh. You say, how do you want to deal with this unfilial son of mine? I will do whatever you say. I just hope Mr. Zhou can forgive him; after all, you are classmates, and there is the friendship of being classmates."

After hitting Wang Zheng, Wang Dacheng immediately walked up to Zhou Lang and said respectfully.

Seeing Wang Dacheng acting like a grandson in front of Zhou Lang, slapping Wang Zheng without even asking for the reason, Zhou Lang's classmates were even more shocked. Now they understood Zhou Lang even less.

"General Manager Wang, sit down." Zhou Lang said indifferently.

Wang Dacheng sat down on the sofa opposite Zhou Lang.

"Wang Zheng and I are indeed classmates, but because he wanted to woo the head teacher, Teacher Han, and we argued a few words in our spare time, he brought thugs to retaliate against me. Earlier, he even threatened to kill me in front of so many people in the private room, and he called over World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei and the others. General Manager Wang, you tell me, do we have the friendship of classmates?" Zhou Lang sneered.

"Mr. Zhou, whatever you want my dog of a son to do to apologize, that is fine, but please give him a chance to turn over a new leaf." Wang Dacheng said. In fact, he was feeling very guilty at this moment because he was the one who helped Wang Zheng hire the Poison Venerable, he just didn't know at the time that the person Wang Zheng wanted to deal with was Zhou Lang. If Zhou Lang found out about this, would Zhou Lang let it go?

However, he didn't know that the Poison Venerable had been locked up by Zhou Lang. He still thought that the Poison Venerable just hadn't succeeded yet. At this moment, he still had a little scheme, which was to temporarily feign compliance with Zhou Lang. If the Poison Venerable could really kill Zhou Lang, then in Feiyun City, he would no longer have someone he feared even in his dreams.

"Fine, I will give him one chance. Your son has always been arrogant and overbearing, basically walking sideways in school, and he has humiliated me many times. Today, just let him kowtow three times to me. As long as he doesn't provoke me in the future, I can let go of all the unpleasant things that happened in school before." Zhou Lang said indifferently.

"You…" Wang Zheng, hearing that Zhou Lang wanted him to kowtow, could finally no longer hold it in.

"You what? Why don't you kneel down to Mr. Zhou yet?" Wang Dacheng shouted coldly. He knew his son's character, and of course, he knew that in these matters, it was his son who was wrong, and there was no benefit in going against Zhou Lang, so he could only forcefully suppress Wang Zheng.

"I won't kneel!" Wang Zheng said with a lack of confidence.

"If you don't kneel, then from now on, you are no longer my son, Wang Dacheng." Wang Dacheng said angrily. Zhou Lang had called him in a rage and told him to roll over, and he dared not contradict Zhou Lang now. He felt that his son really had no depth at all; when he should be patient, he didn't know how to be patient, he only knew how to act recklessly. For the first time, he felt truly disappointed in his son.

Because he knew that in this society full of deceit and treachery, even if he left his son a fortune, his son probably wouldn't have the ability to keep it.

When Wang Dacheng said this, Wang Zheng softened. He had grown up without ever earning a single cent himself, and every time he spent money, he just went directly to Wang Dacheng to get it. If Wang Dacheng didn't recognize him as his son, he would be worth less than dog shit!

So, under the gaze of everyone, Wang Zheng knelt down and began to kowtow to Zhou Lang.

"Don't you know how to say sorry when you kowtow?" Zhou Lang looked at Wang Zheng and said indifferently: "The reason I am humiliating you is that you are simply too arrogant. I also want you to taste the feeling of being humiliated."

"Sorry… sorry…" Wang Zheng kowtowed mechanically and said it mechanically. He knew that at this moment, his image among his classmates was completely ruined, and in the future, he would become the laughingstock of the entire class, and even the entire school.

Of course, he was not willing to kowtow to Zhou Lang. He felt that there was still a chance for a comeback, and that was the "Poison Venerable." If the "Poison Venerable" could quietly take out Zhou Lang, he could regain his confidence and go back to being the Wang Zheng whom everyone flattered.

"Get up." Zhou Lang said, and only then did Wang Zheng stand up.

"Everyone, I am truly sorry about today. I still have some private matters to handle with Wang Zheng, so please go back. Another day, I will invite everyone to come here and play again." Zhou Lang stood up and apologized.

Soon, all the classmates left, the girls who accompanied them for drinks, such as Xiaoxue, also left, and World Muay Thai Champion Wu Dewei and the others also left. In the large private room, only Zhou Lang, Wang Zheng, and Wang Dacheng remained.

"Mr. Zhou, my son has kowtowed to you. I would like to apologize to you again, and I guarantee that from now on, Wang Zheng will never cause you any trouble again. Can we just let this matter go?" Wang Dacheng said. There was no one else in the private room, so he spoke a bit more directly.

"General Manager Wang, I thought that after the last incident, you had awakened, but it seems you are still the same as before. It looks like if I don't give you and your son a lesson, you won't truly awaken." Zhou Lang, however, said indifferently. He could not let the matter of Wang Zheng hiring the "Poison Venerable" to assassinate him go just like that. He still had to settle this score with Wang Zheng and Wang Dacheng properly.