Eventually, they still found out about Fang Zhiyi's actions.
After all, children can’t keep secrets well, and bit by bit, they learned that their own child had been bullying Fang Yunhe—and that his father had been stalking him in return.
Wang Zihan’s parents were furious. It was just kids roughhousing—how could an adult stoop to something like this?
They went to the school, and the school summoned Fang Zhiyi.
Wang Zihan’s father slammed a medical report on the table. "My son’s leg is broken now. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Fang Zhiyi looked baffled. "What does that have to do with me?"
"How can you say that?" Wang Zihan’s mother sobbed, lunging forward. "If you hadn’t been stalking and threatening my child, he wouldn’t have gotten hit by a car!"
Fang Zhiyi took a step back. "You’d better have proof. I don’t even know your kid." He tugged at his clothes. "That day, I was on my way to fix something for someone when I saw a kid running at me, screaming about killing me. Of course I was scared—wouldn’t you run? Who knew he wouldn’t even look before crossing the road? He flew so high!" Fang Zhiyi clicked his tongue in mock amazement.
"You—!" Wang Zihan’s father moved to strike him but was stopped by the homeroom teacher.
"Mr. Fang, this matter does involve you to some extent," Teacher Chen said, after having a colleague escort the distraught parents out. He spoke with a tone of grave concern.
"Involves me? Teacher, what exactly did I do?"
"You..." Teacher Chen hesitated.
"Now that you mention it, I had no idea my son was being bullied every day at school." Fang Zhiyi’s tone turned sharp. "He’s here to learn, not to be a punching bag."
Teacher Chen shifted uncomfortably. "Well, that’s his own problem. Why do they only bully him and not others?"
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes gleamed. He stepped forward and delivered two hard slaps across the teacher’s face.
Teacher Chen saw stars, staggering before regaining his bearings. "Why did you hit me?"
"Good question. Why did I hit you and not someone else? Maybe you should look inward for the answer." In the original story, if either the father or the teacher had lifted a finger to help Fang Yunhe, things wouldn’t have ended the way they did.
"Fine! Just you wait!"
The police arrived quickly—and left just as fast. After their investigation, they confirmed Fang Zhiyi had indeed been on his way to a repair job that day, with street surveillance footage as proof. Wang Zihan had been the one charging at him, shouting about murder. By all accounts, Fang Zhiyi was completely innocent.
"And he slapped me twice!" Teacher Chen clutched his face, outraged.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Yes, I did." Denying it was pointless—the office had cameras.
But since he cooperated and offered compensation, the police let him off with a warning, leaving it to Teacher Chen to decide. Gritting his teeth, Teacher Chen accepted the two thousand yuan and reluctantly forgave Fang Zhiyi.
Still, in his heart, he swore Fang Yunhe would pay for this. He’d never liked the boy—poor, timid, just plain irritating.
With the police gone and the Wangs storming off in frustration, Fang Zhiyi lingered at the door, standing just out of camera view. He smirked at Teacher Chen. "We’ve got plenty of time, Mr. Chen."
A chill ran down Teacher Chen’s spine. For the first time, he wondered if the Wangs’ accusations were true. If so… this man was terrifying.
Wang Zihan woke in the middle of the night, the pain in his leg making sleep impossible. He’d already decided—once he got back to school, he’d beat Fang Yunhe to a pulp.
But then he saw Fang Zhiyi standing beside his hospital bed.
Fang Zhiyi pressed a finger to his lips, signaling silence, then grinned—wide and soundless.
"Take it slow, kid. This time it’s your leg. Next time, we’ll pick a different spot."
The icy tone, the cruel smile, the way his gaze seemed to pierce straight into Wang Zihan’s soul—it all brought back a long-forgotten terror.
"I’ve got a lot of debts. Life’s not much fun anymore. Tsk, tsk… Your parents don’t seem too reasonable either. And guess what? I just started a new job—as a butcher. The blood, oh, the blood…"
"No!" Wang Zihan whimpered.
But he had no choice. He could only listen as Fang Zhiyi gave him a detailed, horrifying anatomy lesson.
"You don’t get a say. We’ve got all the time in the world." Fang Zhiyi turned and left. To Wang Zihan, he was nothing but a deranged psychopath.
Yet when Fang Zhiyi returned later to torment him further, he learned the boy had been transferred to the psychiatric ward.
"Kids these days—so fragile. Can’t even handle a little scare?" Fang Zhiyi muttered, disappointed. He hadn’t even done anything yet.
"I never realized it before, but you’ve got a real talent for being a monster," Little Hei remarked. "That look, that voice—if you were the villain, I can’t even imagine how the hero would win."
"Thanks for the compliment."
"Wait, when did I compliment you?"
Fang Yunhe had been in high spirits lately. No one bullied him anymore, though Teacher Chen had become stricter—mistakes in writing meant extra copying assignments. Still, it beat getting beaten up.
And his father seemed to have found work, though he was secretive about it. The house was cleaner now, and Fang Zhiyi even cooked for him. Life felt bright again—except for the combat training class his father had enrolled him in.
Watching the others punch sandbags, Fang Yunhe’s stomach twisted with anxiety.
His father had changed… yet stayed the same. "Either hit the sandbag, or come home and let me hit you. Your choice." Naturally, the sandbag was the better option.
Murong Ke returned to school and immediately looked for his usual lackeys—only to learn Wang Zihan wouldn’t be back anytime soon. Not only was his leg broken, but his mind seemed… off.
When Murong Ke heard it was tied to Fang Yunhe’s father, he nearly laughed. Fang Yunhe’s dad was a nobody too. And Wang Zihan? Pathetic.
He strolled over and patted Fang Yunhe’s head. Fang Yunhe looked up nervously, meeting the face that haunted his nightmares.
"Long time no see. Heard you got your dad to fight your battles? Feeling tough now?" Murong Ke’s voice dripped with mockery.
Fang Yunhe winced as his hair was yanked. "N-no, it was just a coincidence…"
"Coincidence? Meet me in the bathroom after class. Got it?"
Fang Yunhe nodded, and Murong Ke finally let go, satisfied. It had been too long since he’d roughed this one up. Still, that new transfer student he’d seen this morning looked interesting. He’d have to track her down later.
Fingering the hundred-yuan bill in his pocket—given by his father that morning with instructions to "buy peace" if bullied—Fang Yunhe felt a pang of guilt. If not for him, his father wouldn’t have to waste hard-earned money like this.
Fang Yunhe still ended up taking a beating, though this time he made a point to shield his more vulnerable spots, so it didn’t hurt as much as before. He figured enduring the thrashing was better than spending the money—what if his father gambled it all away again someday?
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
