Look at Someone with New Eyes

Xu Mu's gaze was somewhat indifferent as he glanced at his phone. Since school was nearly over, waiting a little longer wouldn't hurt.

At noon, the school gates opened, and local students streamed out continuously.

Xu Mu noticed a group of young troublemakers heading towards the school gate. He casually grabbed a mask from the car, got out, and followed them.

With the mask on, he stood not far from the group, pretending to look at his phone.

Suddenly, the woman with a lip piercing grabbed a short-haired woman in a school uniform.

The short-haired woman looked alarmed upon seeing the pierced woman, "Zhang Nan?"

"What? Don't recognize your old middle school classmate?"

Zhang Nan grinned, "Huang Nana, got any money? I've been struggling to afford meals lately, help me out."

"I... I don't have any money. I go home for lunch; my parents don't give me pocket money."

Huang Nana whispered, clearly very afraid of her.

"Then go back to school and bring our good classmate, Lu Xueyao, here. Tell her I'm looking for her. If she doesn't come, I'll take people to her house and smash her grandma's trash can."

Zhang Nan chuckled wickedly.

Huang Nana didn't dare refuse and reluctantly returned to school.

Xu Mu's hands in his pockets gradually clenched into fists. No wonder Lu Xueyao was forced into such a situation.

Planning to give herself to a thug.

From this woman's attitude towards others, Xu Mu could guess how much grievance Lu Xueyao had suffered before.

After waiting here for about five or six minutes, Xu Mu noticed Lu Xueyao in the distance.

Today, Lu Xueyao was dressed in sportswear, carrying a backpack, with a black baseball cap on her head.

After Huang Nana brought her over, she hurriedly left.

Zhang Nan and the others looked at Lu Xueyao in disbelief.

"Wow! Who's this? Dyed her hair blonde, I barely recognize her."

Zhang Nan sized up Lu Xueyao, displaying a mocking smile.

"What do you want?"

Lu Xueyao asked calmly, her hands in her jacket pockets.

"Of course, it's to catch up with old classmates."

Zhang Nan pointed to a narrow alleyway not far away, "Come on, let's go there to chat."

"If you dare not go, next time I see your grandma picking up trash, I'll tip the trash can over her head!"

Another woman with narrow eyes sneered.

Lu Xueyao took a deep breath and quietly followed them.

Last night, she figured it out.

Xu Mu indeed awakened her. Ultimately, it was her own cowardice.

That's all.

Starting today, she would make a change.

The group reached the alley, and Xu Mu stood at the edge outside, listening to the voices inside.

First, he wanted to confirm one thing: whether Lu Xueyao had truly changed.

"Old classmate, today is Monday. Your trash-picking grandma should have given you some living expenses, right?"

Zhang Nan smiled at Lu Xueyao, "Then we need to collect protection fees too."

"But I don't want to pay. What should I do?"

Lu Xueyao looked at Zhang Nan calmly.

"Am I not giving you enough face? Dyeing your hair blonde, can't tell the difference between the big and small joker cards?"

The woman with narrow eyes beside her snapped coldly.

Zhang Nan chuckled, "Don't scare her."

"Don't worry, you didn't scare me."

Lu Xueyao calmly took off her backpack and pulled out a piece of wood with two nails sticking out of it.

Actually, she had originally intended to bring a kitchen knife from home.

But remembering what Xu Mu said last night, she switched to this instead.

Lu Xueyao looked at the people in front of her with a cold expression, though her heart was already pounding.

Once, she couldn't even dream of doing something like this.

"You guys, I don't have any money lately. Give me some cash, consider it protection money."

Lu Xueyao's eyes were icy as she looked at them, trying her best to remain calm, though her voice still trembled.

"What the hell? Lu Xueyao, are you out of your mind? Try touching me, I dare you."

The woman with narrow eyes walked towards Lu Xueyao.

Bang!

Lu Xueyao gripped the wooden stick tightly and swung it down forcefully.

The woman instinctively blocked with her arm.

Crack!

One of the nails scratched her arm, and blood immediately started flowing.

"Ah!"

The narrow-eyed woman stared in disbelief before shouting, "What are you all standing around for? Get her!"

The other women around were stunned; they hadn't expected Lu Xueyao to actually dare to make a move.

Especially since just now, she seemed to aim for the face.

If their faces got ruined, their lives would be over.

The people behind them basically just thought they looked decent and had good skills.

"Get her!"

Zhang Nan coldly ordered the women around, "Did you hear me?"

The women, fearing Zhang Nan's authority, hurriedly took off their jackets and swung them at Lu Xueyao.

The nail on Lu Xueyao's stick caught on a piece of clothing.

Seeing this, Zhang Nan immediately stepped forward and kicked Lu Xueyao.

But instead of being scared, Lu Xueyao continued to charge at them.

Xu Mu removed his mask and walked into the alley, admitting that Lu Xueyao had impressed him.

"Kid! This has nothing to do with you! Get lost!"

Zhang Nan noticed Xu Mu entering and shouted coldly, "I know Master Hu, believe me, he'll kill you!"

Xu Mu didn't slow his pace. He approached Zhang Nan and slapped her across the face.

This slap was much harder than the one he had given Lu Xueyao earlier.

Zhang Nan fell to the ground, blood starting to seep from her mouth.

"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?"

Xu Mu said, then walked over to Lu Xueyao and asked with a smile, "Are you alright?"

"Xu Mu, I'm fine, I'm not afraid of them!"

Lu Xueyao was breathing heavily, but after overcoming her fear, she didn't back down even when outnumbered.

"That's the spirit."

Xu Mu nodded approvingly; Lu Xueyao was completely different from Ye Tong.

If she had enough affection for him, Xu Mu planned to use his destiny power to elevate her to a master.

He definitely needed someone bold and fearless by his side.

"You punk! How dare you hit me, do you know who I am?"

Zhang Nan clutched her face, tears streaming down.

Just then, it seemed that someone outside heard the commotion and a few people walked in.

Zhang Nan saw the approaching group and his face lit up with joy, "Brother Zhao! Come help me!"

Leading the group was a bald man, wearing a tank top, with tattoos on his arms.

Two tall and strong men followed behind him.

"Isn't this Zhang Nan?"

The bald man couldn't help but laugh, "Who dares to mess with Brother Hu's little sister?"

"It's him! Get rid of him for me!"

Zhang Nan, clutching his swollen face, pointed angrily at Xu Mu.

Lu Xueyao saw the group, all tall and strong, nearly blocking the alleyway.

She quickly picked up a wooden stick from the ground, her legs trembling, yet she stood in front of Xu Mu.

Seeing this, Xu Mu couldn't help but smile, placing his hand on Lu Xueyao's head, "I told you, I'll help you."

"Kid! You're about to meet your end, still trying to play the hero?"

The bald man took out a cigarette from his pocket and said calmly, "Get him!"

The two strong men behind him, eager for a fight, stepped forward.

Zhang Nan, clutching his face, sneered, "You punk! For this slap, I'll pay you back a hundred times over!"

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