Chu Yi opened his bag and took out a roll of elastic bandage, which the caregiver uncle had taken him to the pharmacy to buy. It was quite useful and convenient.

Mutt learned for the first time that there was such a bandage.

His foot had gotten much better over the past two days. It didn't hurt when he walked, and the swelling had mostly gone down, but he was still applying medicine.

He took off his shoes and socks, sat on the back seat of the taxi, put his left foot on his right leg, and slowly wrapped the bandage around his ankle, circle after circle.

After wrapping it, he put on his shoes to test the feeling. It wasn't bad, with a strong sense of wrapping and enough support.

Based on the situation with the people from 404, they would probably become long-term enemies in the days to come.

Actually, Chu Yi looked down on those few people. Every time, they were the ones who started things.

They were just attending a vocational school, but each of them acted as if they had joined the Black Tiger Gang.

Usually it would be fine. He had always appeared as a peacemaker. No one provoked him, and he wouldn't provoke anyone either.

But today, he was already in a depressed mood. Thinking about the endless petty behavior of the 404 group, a fire that couldn't be suppressed suddenly surged up in his heart.

No, for so many days, ever since he said that sentence to Yan Hang that day until now, he always felt that something was pent up inside him. Although he had been a punching bag since he was a child, he rarely felt so depressed and stifled.

Perhaps this time he was angry at himself. The one stifling him was none other than himself.

The taxi stopped at the school gate. He pushed open the car door, got out, hugging his body full of irritation and anger, and walked towards the school gate.

"Hey, young man!" the driver called out. "Aren't you going to pay?"

Oh, he hadn't paid yet.

Chu Yi stopped, turned around and walked back to the side of the car. After paying the fare, he continued walking angrily into the school gate.

There were very few people in the school on weekends. About half of the students were local and would all leave on weekends.

Three people were standing at the school gate, all with cigarettes in their mouths. They didn't look like students from their school, but more like out-of-school youth and prospective members of local gangs active in this area.

Perhaps it was because the expression on Chu Yi's face wasn't very friendly, or perhaps his gaze lingered longer than they could bear. It was also possible that the security guard wasn't at the gate at this time. One of them with a cigarette in his mouth spat the butt on the ground and glared at him, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Chu Yi ignored him and continued walking in.

He didn't have the habit of provoking others. In the past, he would have walked with his head down from the moment he got out of the car, not looking at anyone around him.

Now, although he would raise his head and look at others, in a situation like this, he would still habitually choose to leave in silence.

"Idiot," the man said again.

Chu Yi stopped in his tracks.

Idiot?

Are you calling me an idiot?

Who are you to say whether I'm an idiot or not!

He turned his head.

That person probably felt like he got a response. Filled with energy, he immediately walked towards him, pointing at him with his finger as he walked, "I'm talking to you! Look at your fucking..."

The moment he took the first step within Chu Yi's arm reach, Chu Yi's fist smashed into his nose bridge.

Straight punch, waist and back strength driving the shoulder to punch out.

This punch was precisely targeted and packed with power.

One point.

The man was knocked back two steps. The people behind him had to support him, or else he would have sat on the ground.

A man with a pompadour hairstyle that even Mutt would find tacky rushed over. Chu Yi stood still without moving. His left foot still made moving a bit inconvenient, and he really didn't need to move to deal with people like this.

He raised his hand to block the swinging arm and punched out.

Wide open. At this moment, any part of the front could be easily hit, but Chu Yi still strictly followed the rules - only striking above the belt.

This punch landed on the stomach, just above the belt.

The pompadour man's body suddenly bent forward, his greasy hair on the back of his head flipping onto his face.

Chu Yi looked at the remaining one.

That person probably wouldn't come over now. With each hand supporting one of his prospective gang member friends, he had no energy left to attack.

Chu Yi turned and walked into the school gate.

While walking towards the dormitory, a few onlookers who had noticed the commotion happened to run over from the opposite direction. But before they could get there, the show was already over.

Chu Yi glanced at the onlookers who had no melon to eat. The few onlookers quickly avoided his gaze and walked to the side.

There were also few people in the dormitory building, as they had all gone home.

From the first floor to the fourth floor, Chu Yi didn't run into a single person. It was really a good day for a fight.

The fourth floor corridor was also empty, but several dormitory doors were open. As Chu Yi walked towards his own dormitory, someone poked their head out. Seeing him, they immediately retracted and there was a small commotion.

When passing by 407, Fatty Bro happened to come out. Despite the cold weather, he was still bare-chested.

As soon as he saw Chu Yi, he immediately said loudly, "The reinforcement is back!"

As soon as he finished shouting, someone immediately walked out of 404, not saying a word, just glaring at him.

Chu Yi didn't look in that direction and directly pushed the door open and walked into 403.

"Fuck," Zhang Qiang was sitting on the table and was stunned when he saw him. "You really came back!"

"Mm." Chu Yi responded and threw his bag onto the upper bunk.

"How's your foot?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"It's fine." Chu Yi looked down at his foot.

"Chu Yi, maybe you shouldn't go later," Li Ziqiang said. "The few of us will be enough."

"Yeah," Zhang Qiang nodded. "Didn't the people they called already arrive? Why haven't they come out yet."

"They called people?" Chu Yi glanced at Zhang Qiang.

They actually called outsiders for a fight in the dormitory?

"Seems like they called a few thugs," Zhang Qiang said. "Our whole dormitory is going. 404 isn't as united as us. If they don't call people, they'll be at a disadvantage."

"Let me ask," Hu Biao took out his phone and dialed a number. "I have a mole at the door... Hey! Didn't you just say you saw the people? Those few people... What?"

Hu Biao turned his head to look at Chu Yi in shock, "Huh? Brother Dog took care of them?"

Chu Yi suddenly realized that the three people at the door were actually the external reinforcements called by 404.

Aren't foreign aid players supposed to be overpowered? How did they find three such weak ones? The combat power of those few was far inferior compared to 404's. With this level, they still come to be foreign aid for others. Before they even practiced boxing, they could be knocked down with a single punch each.

...The level of sarcasm has been improving day by day recently.

Suddenly hearing this kind of news, Chu Yi's anger was almost extinguished. He took his cup to get some water and sat down at the table to take a sip.

"You ran into them at the door?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Maybe," Chu Yi said, "I don't, know who it was."

"You went up and fought without knowing who it was?" Zhou Chunyang was stunned.

"Cursed at me," Chu Yi said, "idiot."

Zhou Chunyang stared at him for nearly ten seconds before reacting, "Fuck, can you not speak so concisely?"

"I almost had to consider whose side I would take if you two fought." Hu Biao also just reacted.

"Talking too much is tir-, tiring," Chu Yi smiled and put the cup on the table, then froze.

There were a few small stones on the table. Two had already shattered, and the others were all scuffed up, with one even having a groove worn into it.

These were his stones.

Yan Hang had picked them for him. He was planning to polish them into a bracelet, just needing the final lacquering and hole drilling!

Now they had actually turned out like this?