Chapter 32: Only beautiful girls can beat me

Four Seniors dragged Li Zuhao to a secluded corner at the back entrance of the teaching building, beneath a dark, shadowy staircase where no one could see.

“Enough of the pretense!”

“Pfft!”

Suddenly, one of them struck—landing a hooking punch that knocked Li Zuhao to the ground.

“Hand over the President’s notes, and maybe we’ll spare your life.”

“You’re going to film a clarification video for us.”

“Apologize for spreading rumors about President Lei and admit everything was fabricated.”

“If you don’t, we’ll beat you to death today.”

The four seniors grabbed Li Zuhao by his collar, yanking him up and pulling at his hair, their threats sharp and vicious.

“I—I’m telling you, please don’t hit me anymore,” Li Zuhao quickly caved, utterly cowardly.

Seeing how pathetic and easy to talk to he was, the seniors relaxed, refraining from further violence, instead urging him to quickly film an apology.

“Oh, okay, okay.”

Li Zuhao agreed eagerly and obediently took out his Mobile Phone, preparing to record.

Not only that, he even pulled out a Tripod from his waist pouch and carefully mounted the Mobile Phone on it.

The four seniors exchanged glances, feeling something was off but unable to pinpoint it.

“Is all this necessary? A Selfie Stick would’ve been enough,” one senior finally questioned, handing Li Zuhao a telescoping Selfie Stick.

“Thanks, Senior, you really think of everything,” Li Zuhao said with a friendly smile, thanking them repeatedly.

But he didn’t remove his phone from the Tripod; instead, he subtly adjusted the angle, quietly aiming the lens at the four seniors.

The seniors hesitated, about to ask what he was doing.

Li Zuhao’s smile faded, replaced by a fierce glare.

He removed his Medical Eye Patch, revealing the hollow, pitch-black socket of his right eye.

“Do you know? My phone’s been recording audio since the start. Everything we said just now has been recorded,” Li Zuhao sneered.

“You! You’re asking for death!”

“Scratch that itch! Beat him up!”

“Give me the phone!”

The seniors immediately panicked, lunging forward to snatch the phone and destroy it.

But in a flash, Li Zuhao counterattacked first.

Gripping the Selfie Stick tightly, he thrust it fiercely—a jab straight into one senior’s throat, shattering his Adam’s apple.

“Gah!” The senior clutched his neck, tongue out, eyes wide in agony as he collapsed, rolling on the ground in unbearable pain.

But Li Zuhao wasn’t done; he swung the Selfie Stick horizontally, smashing another senior’s head.

A crisp “crack” echoed.

The Selfie Stick snapped in two as the senior reeled, seeing stars, head throbbing.

“Damn it!”

Yet, amidst curses, a third senior closed in on Li Zuhao, landing a solid straight punch to his face.

Li Zuhao couldn’t dodge and took the hit squarely, blood spurting from his nose.

He’d already used his slight weapon advantage to kill two bigger, stronger seniors—pushing his limits.

But weapon advantage is only part of the fight; numerical superiority is more important!

The fourth senior flew at Li Zuhao, knocking him to the ground and pinning him down with a barrage of punches.

Li Zuhao’s face took several blows, but he refused to give up.

Suddenly, he struck a dirty trick—a swift groin grab that crushed the senior’s family jewels.

“Ahhh!”

The senior rolled away in agony.

Seizing the moment, Li Zuhao mounted him, hammering his fists into the senior’s handsome face—breaking his nose and tearing skin.

“You bastard!”

But before he could land more punches, the last senior jumped in from behind with a flying kick, sending Li Zuhao crashing to the ground.

He charged forward, raining blows down on Li Zuhao’s face.

Finally, he grabbed Li Zuhao’s neck with both hands, fingers locking tightly, pressing him down.

“Guh~”

Li Zuhao’s face turned purple, struggling for air.

In regulated fights, submissions like the guillotine choke or armbar are decisive and unbeatable once locked in.

But this was a no-rules life-or-death brawl—and this wasn’t an unbeatable hold.

Li Zuhao knew how to counter: grasp the tightening fingers on his neck and wrench them backward with force.

“Crack!”

The senior’s fingers snapped backward on the spot.

“Ahhhhhh!”

The senior screamed in tears.

Such pain was unbearable for a normal high school boy, draining his strength, forcing him to release Li Zuhao’s neck.

Even if he could endure the pain of a broken finger, Li Zuhao could continue to break all ten fingers one by one.

Besides, Li Zuhao had trained his neck’s strength, his breath-holding endurance, and his pain tolerance beyond ordinary men.

So even with worse injuries, he could still get back on his feet.

“Phew~”

Li Zuhao exhaled sharply, his whole body aching and his face swollen.

He had held onto his resolve, ignoring the pain to fight through.

“I, Li Zuhao, can accept getting beaten up by beautiful girls—that’s a pleasure.”

“But beautiful girls can hit me, men can’t.”

He stomped on the last senior’s palm, causing the man to scream like a butchered pig.

Luckily, there were no other students around.

Li Zuhao then raised his other foot and stomped forcefully on the senior’s face, knocking him unconscious instantly.

With that final stomp, the corridor fell silent from the screams of pain.

The first two seniors to be knocked down were only lightly injured; it was the last two who were badly beaten by Li Zuhao.

They lay still on the ground playing dead, their acting rivaling Li Zuhao’s own, fearful of provoking the terrifying little demon king.

Li Zuhao limped past them.

They held their breath as if a Zombie was walking right beside them.

But Li Zuhao only retrieved his Mobile Phone and Tripod and left, showing no intention of finishing them off.

The reason was simple…

If he kept fighting, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.

With his injuries, he might not win against even two seniors who only had bruised necks and heads.

Tactical retreat was the better option.

They were only subdued by his fighting spirit and killing intent—not because he was truly invincible. Time to slip away.

“Heh.”

Though his face looked like a battered pig’s head, Li Zuhao laughed as he walked.

His goal was accomplished.

His phone now contained undeniable evidence to severely damage President Lei’s reputation.

Tonight, he would go home and post it, utterly ruining President Lei’s name.

Striding boldly out of the academy, many students secretly pulled out their phones to record.

Though none dared to help, the courage to capture and upload videos to the campus website was plentiful.

Fortunately, Li Zuhao was fast enough to evade faculty and security, successfully leaving Ji Huang Academy.