Lin Hai looked up and saw Ye Ziming barging in with an arrogant air.
“Tch, this place smells like a pigsty. Only you broke bastards would live in a group dorm like this.” Ye Ziming covered his nose and glanced around the room with utter disdain.
Wang Peng and the others immediately got riled up and shot to their feet.
“The hell did you just say? You—” But once they saw who it was, the rest of their words died in their throats.
Ye Ziming was not someone they could afford to mess with.
Lin Hai, however, didn’t give a damn about his status. He hopped down from the top bunk in one swift move.
“Smack!”
He charged over and slapped Ye Ziming right across the face.
“We’re all broke bastards, huh? Then what the hell are you doing here? You got some kind of self-humiliation fetish? Get lost!”
“You—you hit me!” Ye Ziming clutched his cheek, frozen in shock for a long moment before he finally reacted.
Wang Peng and the others were completely dumbfounded.
Holy crap, Hai Zi was way too fierce! He just threw a punch out of nowhere—and not at just anyone, but at Ye Ziming!
“So what if I hit you? You got a problem with that?” Ye Ziming was arrogant, but Lin Hai was even more so.
“Damn it, you just wait!” No one at Jiangnan University ever dared to disrespect Ye Ziming, yet Lin Hai had publicly slapped him. There was no way he was letting that slide.
After hurling that threat, Ye Ziming stormed off, completely forgetting what Ye Ziyu had told him about apologizing to Lin Hai.
Lin Hai curled his lip. Like I’m scared of you!
“Holy shit, Hai Zi, how could you hit Ye Ziming? He’s not someone to mess with!”
“Yeah, I heard he’s connected to people in the underworld.”
As soon as Ye Ziming left, Wang Peng and the others crowded around Lin Hai with worried looks.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control.” Lin Hai couldn’t care less about underworld or overworld.
He’d deal with whatever came his way—block the soldiers, cover the flood.
Lin Hai took a short nap at noon and spent the afternoon practicing singing with Liu Xinyue for a few hours.
At 5:30, Bald Qiang called.
“Master, where are you? I’ll come find you.”
“Come to the school.”
Just past 6:00, a white BMW pulled up outside Lin Hai’s dorm building.
Bald Qiang called again, and Lin Hai walked down from the dorm.
“Mr. Lin.” As soon as Lin Hai stepped out, Erdan came scurrying over.
“Hm? What are you doing here? Where’s Bald Qiang?”
“Brother Qiang’s in the car. His leg can’t move, so I drove him over.”
Lin Hai nodded, opened the back door of the BMW, and saw Bald Qiang lying there with a pained expression.
“Master, I held on.” The moment Bald Qiang saw Lin Hai, he broke into a wide grin. But the sweat beading on his bald head made it clear he was enduring immense agony.
“Qiang, good man.” Lin Hai’s gaze turned serious as it fell on Bald Qiang’s left leg.
It had swollen to twice its normal size, and the skin was crisscrossed with red veins, as if the trapped blood could burst through at any moment.
“The blood has pooled enough.” Lin Hai reached out and swiftly pulled the golden needle from Bald Qiang’s leg.
“Hmph!” Bald Qiang grunted in pain.
Lin Hai got into the car and slammed the door shut.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed.
“Oh.” Bald Qiang obeyed without question.
Lin Hai quickly took out his needle pouch. His hands blurred as he inserted seven golden needles into Bald Qiang’s leg, arranged in the formation of the Big Dipper.
A bizarre scene unfolded. At each of the seven insertion points, fist-sized blood blisters swelled up rapidly.
Lin Hai pulled out another needle and fixed his eyes on the seven bulges, watching intently.
“Hm?” His eyes sharpened, and he drove the needle straight into one of the blisters that was about to burst.
“Pssst~” Like a deflating balloon, the blood quickly receded, surging into the meridians of Bald Qiang’s leg.
“Hmph!” Bald Qiang groaned again, sweat dripping down in steady streams.
“Hang in there!” Lin Hai commanded coldly.
“Damn it, I’m not dying that easy. Don’t worry, Master!” Bald Qiang said through gritted teeth, eyes still shut.
Lin Hai said nothing more. He kept watching the remaining six blisters, waiting for the right moment.
A full half hour passed. All seven blisters on Bald Qiang’s leg had receded, flushing through the meridians in his leg.
“Urgh!!!” By now, Bald Qiang was in so much pain he was on the verge of passing out.
“Qiang, hold on. The pain will pass soon. Just ten more minutes at most, and a whole new world will open up for you.”
“Don’t worry, Master. I can take it. I won’t let you down.” Bald Qiang squeezed out the words through clenched teeth—a testament to just how much agony he was in.
Ten minutes was short—over in the blink of an eye. But to Bald Qiang, it felt like taking a trip straight through hell.
It hurt like hell! In all his years, Bald Qiang had never endured such pain. If he hadn’t trusted Lin Hai completely, he would’ve suspected his leg was beyond saving.
“Open your eyes.” Lin Hai withdrew all the needles and spoke.
By now, Bald Qiang’s pain had vanished. The first thing he did was look down at his leg.
“This…” He was stunned the moment he saw it.
“Master, my leg—it’s healed? There’s no swelling at all!” Bald Qiang was shocked. It was unbelievable.
“Not only is it healed—you’ve gained a monumental blessing,” Lin Hai said with a smile.
“A monumental blessing?” Bald Qiang was confused.
“Get out of the car.”
Lin Hai and Bald Qiang stepped out.
“Go on. Use your left leg to kick that rock—hard!” Lin Hai pointed at a half-man-high stone in the grass.
“Kick… a rock?” Bald Qiang was dumbfounded. Are you kidding me? Kicking a rock with your leg—that’s just asking for trouble!
“Master, did I do something wrong? Are you punishing me?” Bald Qiang said with a pained face.
Lin Hai rolled his eyes. Punish you, my foot!
“Just do it! Why all the chatter?” He smacked Bald Qiang on his shiny bald head.
“Oh.” Bald Qiang shuffled over to the rock with a grimace.
He couldn’t disobey Lin Hai. Staring at the hard stone in front of him, he almost wanted to cry.
Damn it. His leg had just recovered, and now he was about to break it again.
Man, why was life so cruel?
Screw it. I’m going for it.
With that thought, Bald Qiang clenched his teeth, shut his eyes, lifted his left leg, and kicked the rock as hard as he could.
“BAM!”
A loud crash echoed.
“Huh? Why doesn’t it hurt?” Bald Qiang had braced himself for the agony of a broken leg, but after a long moment, he felt nothing.
He opened his eyes.
Holy crap! Bald Qiang was instantly dumbfounded.
The big rock in front of him had shattered into several pieces.
Bald Qiang bent down, touched the fragments in disbelief, then spun around.
“Master, this…” He was utterly stunned, unable to believe he had done that.
“The Blood Shadow Seven-Star Leg—it’s a success!” Lin Hai’s eyes lit up.
“Blood Shadow Seven-Star Leg?” Bald Qiang was puzzled and about to ask more when several cars sped over and screeched to a halt in front of them.
A group of burly, menacing men climbed out of the vehicles.
“Lin Hai, I’m going to fucking kill you today!”
