Chapter 414: Bucktooth Brother

"Ah! Why did you bite me?"

He reached out to wipe his lips, and a hint of crimson blood appeared.

An Yimo lightly bit her red lips and said coquettishly, "Serves you right! Why did you lie to me for so long? Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were the Piano Prince?"

At this moment, her heart felt lighter than ever before; she no longer had to Face such a difficult choice.

At the same time, she also held a trace of resentment towards Ye Bufan. This bad guy, since he was the Piano Prince, why didn't he make it clear earlier? He made her suffer for so long.

Previously, a significant reason she hadn't fully accepted the man in front of her was that the Piano Prince still held a place in her heart, but now those concerns were gone.

Ye Bufan said innocently, "You didn't ask, did you?"

"If you didn't say you were the Piano Prince, why would I ask?"

"If you didn't ask, why would I say?"

An Yimo rolled her eyes at him and said, "If you keep this up, I'll bite you again."

"Alright then, I was wrong. It's all my fault."

A wise man knows when to yield. Ye Bufan immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

After the matter was settled, he led An Yimo to his seat and introduced her to Yu Wanlu.

The three of them had dinner together. Ye Bufan first escorted An Yimo back, then returned to school with Yu Wanlu.

Shortly after Ye Bufan and the others left school, Wu Zihao excitedly ran to the back mountain of the school. There was a small grove there, which was the exact spot where he had arranged to fight Han Li.

At this time, there were twenty to thirty small hoodlums gathered here, each covered in tattoos and holding steel pipes and baseball bats.

The leader was a Young man in his thirties, tall and well-built, with two prominent buck teeth.

He was Baoya, the older brother Wu Zihao acknowledged, and everyone was used to calling him Brother Baoya.

"Big Brother, you're here."

Wu Zihao respectfully said to Baoya.

According to the agreement with Han Li, both sides were to meet here tonight at 6 PM.

He usually craved this kind of fighting life, and this was his first time arranging a fight, so he was exceptionally excited.

Baoya patted his chest and said, "You're my brother; your business is my business. How could I not come when my brother needs me?"

"Thank you, Big Brother."

Wu Zihao felt incredibly proud at this moment. Once he dealt with Han Li, he would have something to brag about when he returned to class tomorrow.

Based on this idea, he didn't tell Ye Bufan about this matter at all.

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Instead, he secretly came alone.

At this moment, a hoodlum with yellow hair next to him said, "Brother Baoya, time is almost up. Why haven't those people arrived yet? Are they scared of us?"

Baoya said proudly, "There's still a little time. Let's wait a bit longer. If those people come, we must teach them a good lesson and let them know the consequences of provoking my brothers, Baoya."

"Understood, Big Brother."

The hoodlums responded in unison, appearing to have an imposing Aura.

Just then, five people walked along the mountain path.

Leading them was a thin, middle-aged man, appearing to be around 50 years old, dressed in a white martial arts uniform.

This man was only 1.70 meters tall, and his physique didn't seem strong, but he exuded a powerful Aura.

The yellow-haired hoodlum, sharp-eyed, was the first to spot these people: "Brother Baoya, could it be just these few people?"

Wu Zihao immediately saw Han Li behind the middle-aged man and shouted, "It's them."

The yellow-haired hoodlum yelled, "Holy cow, only a few people came, and they look like shriveled monkeys. Why did so many of us brothers have to come?"

Baoya didn't take these people seriously either, saying indifferently, "Everyone, be quick when we start. Afterwards, I'll treat everyone to drinks."

"Understood, Big Brother."

As they spoke, the five people arrived in the middle of the grove. Han Li looked at Wu Zihao with disdain, not taking any of these people seriously: "Are all your people here?"

Wu Zihao said, "They're all here. This is my Big Brother, Baoya. As long as you draw the Dao, our brothers will accompany you to the end."

Han Li scanned the area, not seeing Ye Bufan, who had attacked him, and asked, "Where's the kid who hit me this afternoon?"

Wu Zihao said, "He didn't come. He is him, and I am me. I'm the one who arranged the fight with you; I don't need anyone else."

"Kid, since you're actively seeking death, then don't blame anyone else."

Han Li turned to the middle-aged man: "Dad, these are the guys who caused me trouble."

Wu Zihao sneered, "That's really interesting. You can't win a fight yourself, so you go home and get your dad? Do you think this is a children's fight?"

The yellow-haired hoodlum spoke even more exaggeratedly, "It's very simple to find your dad. Later, the brothers will beat you until you kneel on the ground and call us 'Dad.'"

This guy thought that with their numerical advantage, they had a sure victory, so he wanted to take the opportunity to be arrogant and run his mouth.

But before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he struck like lightning, delivering a powerful slap to his Face.

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The slap was full of force, sending the yellow-haired hoodlum flying. He crashed into a small tree nearby with a thud, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.

Baoya's expression changed.

He shouted loudly, "Brothers, attack! Cripple this old guy."

With the boss's command, Wu Zihao and the hoodlums responded and charged forward, swinging their steel pipes and baseball bats, holding a significant advantage in terms of Aura.

Unfortunately, fighting relies on more than just Aura. Although there were only five people on the other side, every one of them was a master.

Compared to the others, Han Li was the weakest among the five, but he could definitely take on ten opponents alone.

This was Wu Zihao's first time participating in such a large-scale brawl. He felt both excited and nervous. After much hesitation, he still swung his baseball bat down towards the middle-aged man's head.

The middle-aged man didn't even look; he raised his hand and threw a punch. The baseball bat hit his fist and was actually snapped into two pieces with a cracking sound.

"Ah…"

Wu Zihao didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful, but before he could react, the middle-aged man's big foot appeared in front of him, kicking him flying.

Not only him but also the hoodlums next to him were the same; no one was an opponent for the middle-aged man in a single exchange. They were quickly beaten, crying for their parents and crawling on the ground.

Baoya faced a tall Young man. He swung the steel pipe in his hand fiercely.

A look of disdain flashed in the Young man's eyes. He then raised his arm to meet the blow. His arm and the steel pipe collided. His arm was fine, but the steel pipe was actually bent into a V-shape.

Immediately after, the Young man's right fist smashed into Baoya's stomach. Baoya was knocked to the ground with one punch, arching his body like a shrimp, almost throwing up his dinner from the night before.

In just a few minutes, Baoya and the 30 men he brought were routed, all lying on the ground, crying for their parents.

Han Li kicked the yellow-haired hoodlum in the head: "Call me 'Dad,' or I'll cripple you today."

"Dad, you are my real Dad."

At this point, the yellow-haired hoodlum no longer cared about Face and immediately started calling out.

The middle-aged man walked up to Wu Zihao, "Go back and tell the person who hit my son that I am Han Tiegang of the Martial Arts Association.

I will wait for him here at this time tomorrow night. If he doesn't come, don't blame me for going directly to the school."

After speaking, he left with Han Li and the others.