Keeping the promise

Chapter 267 The Weak Lamb

Zheng Zihui attacked swiftly, his punches and kicks were as fierce as a storm, beating those thugs to the ground, making them fall to the ground groaning.

As he looked at these guys who had no power to fight back, the annoyance in his heart mostly dissipated, and he immediately lost interest in continuing to pester them.

His chest was heaving violently, his breathing was short, and sweat was dripping down his forehead. But there was no longer the previous anger and irritability in his eyes, instead there was a hint of relaxation and relief.

He dusted himself off and walked towards the toilet. Every step he took was a little exhausting, and he thought to himself, "I finally got rid of my anger. I must not let these annoying guys ruin my mood again."

In the bathroom, Zheng Zihui washed his face with clean water. The cold water stimulated his skin and made him calm down a little.

He tidied up his messy hair and clothes, trying to restore his previous neatness. Looking at himself in the mirror, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his clothes were a little wrinkled. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his still rapid breathing.

After packing up, Zheng Zihui left the shooting range without looking back. The sun shone on him, but he was still feeling heavy. Although the fight just now made him forget his troubles temporarily, his father's affairs were still weighing on his mind.

The gangsters finally got up from the ground, all of them had bruised faces and noses and looked in a miserable state.

The hoodlum with cockscomb haircut cursed angrily, "A bunch of trash! You can't even deal with a kid!" His eyes were filled with rage, his cheeks were flushed with anger, and his heart was filled with resentment and humiliation.

The other hooligans all lowered their heads, not daring to say a word. Some of them rubbed their stomachs, some touched the wounds on their cheeks, their hearts filled with fear and regret.

The bang-haired thug became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He took out his cell phone and called his brother: "Brother, I've been bullied!" His voice was tearful and aggrieved, and his hands were shaking slightly with anger.

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's going on?" There was a hint of majesty and impatience in the voice.

The hoodlum with cockscomb haircut exaggerated and said, "I was having fun at the shooting range, and a kid who didn't know his place attacked me and beat up all of us. Brother, you have to avenge me!" He deliberately exaggerated and made himself sound extremely wronged in order to provoke his brother's anger.

His brother said, "Don't worry, I'll check the surveillance first. Once I find him, I will not let him go." After that, he hung up the phone.

Not long after, the brother of the gangster with the cockscomb haircut found the direction in which Zheng Zihui left through the surveillance camera at the shooting range.

He led a group of people and chased in that direction aggressively, intending to block Zheng Zihui at the intersection. He had a fierce expression on his face, thinking that he must avenge his brother.

After Zheng Zihui left the shooting range, thinking about his mother's good intentions, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, with a hint of warm smile, he walked into a cake shop.

The store was filled with a sweet aroma. He looked carefully at the wide variety of cakes in the cupboard and meticulously selected one of his mother's favorite cakes.

He was holding the cake, standing happily on the roadside, ready to take a taxi home. He imagined his mother's surprised expression when she saw the cake, and his mood became much more relaxed.

However, just as he raised his hand to stop a car, he suddenly found a group of thugs walking towards him aggressively, blocking his way.

The chaotic footsteps and arrogant shouting made his heart tighten suddenly. Looking closely, he saw that the thugs he had beaten up today were also there, and he immediately understood what was going on.

"Looks like he's here to cause trouble." He thought secretly in his heart, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

The thugs surrounded Zheng Zihui, rubbing their hands together and looking fierce.

They were shouting foul curses, as if a pack of hungry wolves were surrounding a weak lamb.

At this time, a tall man with a fleshy face came forward. His thick arms and fierce eyes made people shudder. He should be the boss of the gangsters.

He squinted his eyes, looked Zheng Zihui up and down, and asked coldly: "Did you beat my brother today?" His voice sounded like it came from an ice cellar, full of threats.

Zheng Zihui was fearless as he met his gaze and said, "It's me!" His voice was loud and firm as he calculated his one-on-many chances of winning, but more importantly he was determined to never give in.

The gangster leader didn't expect Zheng Zihui to answer so straightforwardly. He was stunned for a moment, then his face became even gloomier and the veins on his forehead bulged: "Boy, you are quite brave! You dare to touch my people, don't think about getting away easily today!" His teeth were chattering, as if he wanted to eat Zheng Zihui alive.

Zheng Zihui put the cake on the steps beside him, folded his hands in front of his chest, and said, "They provoked me first. I was just defending myself."

The gangster leader sneered: "Hmph, don't try to play tricks on me! In this area, no one dares to touch my brother. If I don't teach you a lesson today, how can I survive in the future?" He waved his fists and demonstrated in front of Zheng Zihui.

Zheng Zihui looked determined and said, "So what do you want?" His heartbeat quickened, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes; instead, they were full of challenge.