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When she arrived at the principal's office, Zhen Lingling was timidly following behind Hua Qianlou. When the principal saw that his son had been beaten up, he immediately asked Song Yi in anger, ”Song Yi, who beat up my son like this?”
”It's me!”
Hua Qianlou said in a neither humble nor haughty manner as he started to carefully size up the principal of this art school. Seeing this principal's fat head, big ears, and oily face, and his bulging belly, he knew that this fellow would definitely scrape oil off of the student quite a bit.
”Song Yi, then what are you waiting for? ”This brat beat my son to such a state, what is a security captain like you doing on campus?”
Song Yi was originally afraid of the Principal. After all, he was taking a salary from someone else, but with his boss by his side, if he appeared weak, then he might not be able to stay in the Hong Gang anymore.
Song Yi coldly said, ”Principal Zhao, do you know who injured Rui Jie?”
”Humph!” Who do I care? If you touch my son, even if it's God, I, Zhao Meng, will show him who's boss. ”
Hua Qianlou let out a cold laugh as he suddenly slapped Zhao Meng's face. The slap caused Zhao Meng's eyes to flash with stars as he felt as if he couldn't find his way to the north, south, east and west.
”How dare you hit me? Song Yi, hurry up and call the police. No! ”Inform the Hong clan right away. I want this brat to know the consequences of striking me, Zhao Meng.”
Zhao Ruijie tugged at the corner of his father's shirt and whispered, ”Dad, actually, this Flower Young Master is one of the Hong gang's people. He is the one in charge of Silver Lake, Hua Qianlou.”
”What?”
Zhao Meng was so scared that cold sweat dripped down his oily face. In Taipei, he would rather offend the police than the Hong Gang. Otherwise, how could he not know how he died? As the principal of an art school, Zhao Meng naturally knew how powerful the Hong Gang was. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Hong Gang to extend their influence into the campus of the National Taipei University.
Zhao Meng's face was ashen, and the fat on his body clearly trembled a few times. After a brief moment of surprise, he slapped his own mouth twice, and a smile actually squeezed out of his tight face, ”Young Master Hua, it's my fault! ”I didn't know you were here all the time, I …”
”Am I old?”
”NO!” You are like a jade tree in the wind, young, handsome and suave how can be very old, it was my slip of the tongue! A slip of the tongue! ” Zhao Meng stretched out his hand to slap his mouth again, but he heard Hua Qianlou say: ”Forget it!”
”Thank you, Young Master Hua!”
With a snort, Hua QianXun walked straight to Zhao Meng's office chair and sat down. He looked at Zhao Meng who was still standing there foolishly, and said: ”Principal Zhao, do you want to sit with me as well?”
After Zhao Meng nodded and sat down, he sat there obediently like a reprimanded student.
As she looked at the scene in front of her, she was dumbfounded. She never thought that her handsome brother would be someone from the Hong gang. Hong Gang? Oh my god! That's the Black Society, isn't it? What surprised her the most was that Principal Zhao, who was usually so arrogant, was actually like a obedient pug in front of Hua Qianlou.
Hua Qian Xun looked at Zhao Meng and said coldly: ”Humph! Principal Zhao, you're the one who taught your son well? ”He actually teased girls in public on campus. If the police knew about this, I'm afraid …”
Zhao Meng glared at his son. This little ancestor had messed with a girl from his school, what's more, this young master Hua from the Hong gang had come out. What did this have to do with Zhen Lingling? Thinking of this, Zhao Meng's back was drenched in cold sweat. He hurriedly said, ”Flower Young Master, please forgive me. I was too spoiled by my son. In the future, I will discipline him strictly and never let him do anything rash.”
”Hm!” That's for the best. I don't want to see your son bullying a girl again, or else I'll let him know of my methods. ”
”Good!” Good! ”Alright!” Zhao Meng said three ”Good!” in succession. His heart was pounding like fifteen buckets filled with water. He knew his son too well. However, he was thinking that if his son did not provoke Zhen Lingling in the future, Hua Shaoyang would not be able to control his son's head.
Hua QianXun pointed at Zhen Lingling, ”Principal Zhao, this is my younger sister. She'll give me the best face in the future to take care of her!”
”Young Master Hua, don't worry!” ”Lingling is a talent sent by our country's security, I am prepared to nurture such a talent to the best of my abilities!”
Hua Qianlou did not care whether Zhao Meng was speaking the truth or not. The reason why he came to the principal's office today was to beat up the principal of this art school. Now that he had achieved his goal, why would he care about anything else?