Chapter 22: Big Brother Fei

Ten minutes later, Yan Yu and his two companions arrived at the school’s rear hill.

Rongcheng No. 1 High School was built at the foot of a mountain, its back hill developed into a small park. Among the park’s attractions, Lover’s Slope was the most popular; during the day, couples basked in the sun there, but at night, when the darkness descended and the lights were dim, no one dared to go near.

After all... every school is built upon a graveyard.

There is a certain logic to most schools being erected over cemeteries: first, the land is cheap; second, the thriving crowds at school suppress the restless spirits below.

By the time Yan Yu and his friends reached the rear hill, the sun had already set. From afar, beneath the faint glow of the street lamps at Lover’s Slope, a group of people squatted by the roadside, smoking.

“Boss, I see Li Kang… The guy with the explosive hair next to him must be Da Fei, one of the local thugs near our school…”

As the saying goes, even a powerful outsider can’t rival the local toughs. Though Fatty and Hao Zhuang’s families were wealthy, they weren’t keen on provoking a sticky troublemaker like Da Fei.

“Don’t panic,” Yan Yu said, his expression unchanged.

“Boss, you may not panic, but I’m panicking!” Fatty rarely took part in brawls, his face now pale as a sheet.

Yan Yu thought for a moment, took Fatty aside, and whispered something. Instantly, Fatty’s face lit up with joy. He discreetly grabbed a handful of sand from the roadside and stuffed it into his pocket.

“Brother Fei, they’re here,” Li Kang said, dropping his cigarette and standing up.

The youth called Da Fei looked to be in his early twenties, covered in tattoos, wearing ripped jeans even in winter, and sporting a pink, explosive hairstyle.

“This the kid who beat you up yesterday?” Da Fei stood, his three henchmen rising behind him, all fierce and intimidating.

“Break an arm, five thousand,” Li Kang said with a smirk.

“No problem!”

Da Fei sneered, addressing Yan Yu and his companions as they approached. “Which one is Yan Yu?”

“I am,” Yan Yu replied.

“You’re quite cocky, aren’t you?” Da Fei curled his lip. “Who’s backing you? This is Rongcheng No. 1 High School—my turf. Messing with my boys here costs you.”

“Who’s backing me…” Yan Yu pondered aloud. “My stepmother once said, if I get bullied in Rongcheng, just mention Meng Guohui. Do you know who Meng Guohui is?”

Da Fei was startled, taking two steps back, but soon recovered and said coldly, “You’re claiming a connection with Bos