Chapter 30: Headbutt

“Tell us that’s fake! It has to be you, the villain, making it all up!”

The fanatic fans were actually the least capable fighters—only mouths to speak with.

“You despicable, shameless villain! Why won’t you say anything?”

Unfortunately, just talking tough can’t kill anyone, especially not a lunatic like Li Zuhao.

You’re all just pawns I’m using.

Because simply exposing the scandal was only the first step.

The online public opinion wasn’t entirely one-sided.

Afterward, a huge wave of whitewashing comments appeared, a flood of water army and brainless fans wildly defending Lei President on their friends’ walls, desperately trying to clear his name.

Some of the green-hat cuckold men and loose female partners from the list even stepped forward, staunchly supporting Lei President, claiming he hadn’t done anything wrong.

If it were just water armies and fans whitewashing him, that would be normal.

But those green-hat cuckolds actually stood up to defend the Minotaur?

That’s absolutely disgusting!

You’re no men at all!

However, this also indirectly proves just how powerful Lei President’s influence is.

He can make men lose their manhood and become turtles.

He can turn women who are not women into loose shoes.

Not to mention the extremist fans who even surround people offline—this is what happens when you cross Lei President.

But unfortunately, the enemy you’re dealing with is not a normal person.

Faced with the girls’ furious accusations, Li Zuhao said nothing—only coldly swept his gaze across their faces.

“What’s with that look?”

“Are you going to speak or not?”

“Show us the evidence!”

The girls’ furious demands didn’t faze Li Zuhao’s cold eyes at all.

They simply didn’t know how to read expressions; they just wanted to stand up for their idol.

Women without independent personalities aren’t worth spending much thought on; not a single one of them is my match.

Suddenly, Li Zuhao’s rage surged, and with a fierce jerk of his head, he slammed out a powerful headbutt.

A loud “bang!” echoed.

But looking closely, Li Zuhao didn’t hit any of the girls; instead, his head crashed violently against the nearby wall.

Not just a hit—there was friction, skin scraped off, blood gushing out, staining half his face red.

Li Zuhao slumped against the wall like a dead fish, completely motionless.

“Ah?”

“Ahhh!”

This shocked the surrounding girls into screaming, terrified.

Their earlier arrogance instantly vanished, their faces turning ashen.

No one understood why he’d suddenly become so aggressive.

Why slam his head against a wall after just a few words?

This was extreme—almost like self-harm!

“What’s wrong! What’s wrong? Why are you all crowding here? Move aside!”

Almost immediately, the Sword Club sisters next door sensed something was wrong.

Especially Ace Sakiharu Wen.

She forcefully pushed aside the girls gathered there and saw Li Zuhao slumped on the ground, face covered in blood.

Her expression instantly darkened.

“What happened? What did you do?”

Sakiharu’s hand trembling on her wooden sword, she shouted angrily.

“We didn’t do anything.”

The girls answered with trembling voices, fearfully looking at the Sword Club sisters before stepping aside.

But their attitude was unconvincing; to Sakiharu, it sounded like weak excuses.

“Really…you’d even hit an injured person?”

Sakiharu’s anger was fully exposed, her face twisted like a demon’s.

Her words sounded like a question aimed at others, but in reality, she was questioning herself.

Because she was the one who first brutally beat the injured man!

She’d already learned from Teacher Chen in the Nurse’s Office that during their second fair sparring session, Li Zuhao’s right hand was indeed injured—dislocated by someone.

And she, without mercy, struck him five times in a row, knocking him down despite his nearly useless hands and even blindness in one eye.

Even now, Li Zuhao’s injury hadn’t fully healed; there was still a knife wound on his palm.

And now someone was holding his head and slamming it into a wall?

This was just too cruel.

Damn it!

Could she really do nothing?

Sakiharu’s sense of justice flared up again, her mind racing.

But in reality, she was powerless.

She certainly couldn’t just swing her sword and beat all these girls up.

She was only the Sword Club’s Vice-Captain, the Sword Club Ace, the Swordsmanship Champion—nothing more.

“Are you from the Student Council?”

Sakiharu was somewhat aware of the recent big events.

“Are you trying to destroy the evidence?”

She knew Li Zuhao had exposed the Student Council’s scandal, so naturally, she considered this possibility.

“…”

The girls couldn’t respond.

They weren’t members of the Student Council—just Lei President’s fanatic fans.

But now they were speechless; whether or not they belonged to the Student Council didn’t matter.

“Sakiharu, stop talking and take the little pest to the Nurse’s Office first,” a senior from the Sword Club suggested.

Upon hearing this, the fans exchanged glances and suddenly turned to run away.

“Stop!”

The Sword Club sisters reacted too slowly and were left behind as the fans fled.

“Damn it!”

Sakiharu clenched her teeth in frustration, but she was stretched too thin.

She immediately lifted Li Zuhao in a princess carry and rushed toward the Nurse’s Office—no time to grab her sword to stop those wicked girls.

As for Li Zuhao…

He wasn’t unconscious at all.

He was fully awake, pretending to be asleep, eyes half-closed, observing in secret.

Though the headbutt looked ferocious, he had only used about one-seventh of his strength, so his skull and brain were mostly unharmed.

The main damage was skin scraped off and profuse bleeding, making it look much worse than it was.

It definitely hurt, but Li Zuhao was a man who didn’t fear pain—only someone with skill could rub their forehead against a wall like that.

Afterward, Li Zuhao was carried to the familiar Nurse’s Office and placed back in the same bed as last time.

“Why is it you again?”

Here was the only woman Li Zuhao trusted: Nurse Chen.

Teacher Chen looked at Sakiharu, the Sword Club Ace who helped carry him, and asked, “Sakiharu, did you spar again? Was it necessary to beat him like this?”

“This time it wasn’t me. Teacher Chen, please treat him first; he’s lost a lot of blood,” Sakiharu replied gravely.

“What exactly happened?”

Teacher Chen saw her serious expression and started disinfecting Li Zuhao’s wound.

The sting from the disinfectant was perfect timing to wake him up.

“Uh…I…where am I?”

Li Zuhao immediately pretended to come to, acting as if he was in pain.