He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 264 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 14)

South Lane of No. 3 Middle School

Zhou Yan sensed someone following him; judging from the footsteps, there were quite a few people.

He glanced at his house, which was just a stone's throw away, and deliberately took a detour, walking further and further away, until the place became increasingly desolate.

The person behind him saw this and stopped trying to hide, stomping his footsteps like chopping vegetables, calling out to those who wanted to go even further away:

"Zhou Yan, right? You've got guts. You know the rules of the underworld, you know to find a quiet place."

The man in the lead was dressed in jeans, had a secondhand cigarette dangling from his lips, and wore a thick gold chain around his neck.

At that moment, he took the cigarette out of his mouth, put it in his underling's mouth, and cleared his throat with two puffs.

"Since you understand the rules, I won't say any more. You know you've messed with someone, kid? They want to take one of your legs. Are you going to take it yourself or should I do it?"

Brother Biao took the thick stick handed to him by his subordinate, weighed it in his hand, then braced himself on the ground, his face full of arrogance.

Zhou Yan remained calm, his usually dark and lifeless eyes devoid of any emotion. He put down his schoolbag, took off his school uniform jacket, and found a cracked wooden stick that fit in his hand from some corner: "Here."

"Hey! You little brat, don't push your luck!" Brother Biao felt he had been provoked.

I was originally going to give this kid a quick death since he's sensible, but now, if I don't break his arms and legs, he's not worthy of being called Brother Biao.

"Brothers, come on!"

The brothers grabbed their weapons and charged forward, when a crisp sound rang out.

"Wait a moment!"

Everyone turned around. It was a girl. She was carrying a schoolbag and wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School. Judging from the badge on her chest, she was still a junior high school student.

Such a tender face, it's so lovely!

Biao Ge's nonchalant gaze swept over Wen Yan from side to side, and he even had time to whistle: "Little sister, what are you doing here? Are you lost? Do you want your brother to take you home?"

Zhou Yan's expression changed. He stared directly at Wen Yan and shouted, "Run!"

Wen Yan blinked her big eyes but didn't move.

Brother Biao was surprised and casually pointed at the two people: "You and you, go and invite the little sister over."

Zhou Yan was so angry that his vision blurred. He gritted his teeth, knocked down several people, rushed in front of Wen Yan, and shielded her behind him.

The crimson waves, like the rolling of dead men's eyes, seemed poised to tear the people present apart.

Wen Yan looked up at the young man who had completely protected her behind him. He had a straight back, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, but the veins on his hand holding the wooden stick were bulging and he was trembling slightly.

He said in a deep voice, "I'll hold them off for a bit, you run."

Finally, he remembered something and said, "Fighting is wrong."

"Yes, yes, I know, fighting is wrong," Wen Yan echoed loudly, behaving very obediently.

She tugged at Zhou Yan's sleeve, pursed her lips, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "But we can't leave now..."

Zhou Yan thought she was referring to the fact that they were surrounded, and his eyes darkened: "When the fighting starts, you run away in the chaos and don't worry about me."

Wen Yan was slightly taken aback: "But we're surrounded."

Zhou Yan's expression grew even more serious: "I know, that's why breaking through won't be easy. You'll stay behind me when the time comes..."

"Wait, wait." Wen Yan was getting more and more confused. She pointed to a few pairs of yellow eyes that were glowing eerily in the distance of the deserted alley and said, "I mean, we and the thugs led by the man in the tattered jeans are surrounded."

Zhou Yan: "You called the police?"

Upon hearing that the police had been called, Brother Biao exploded: "Damn it, they dare to call the police..."

Wen Yan shook her head: "No."

Biao Ge's words were sucked back in.

She opened her clear, bright eyes and said, "I didn't call the police, but there are tigers here, one, two, three... eight of them. We're surrounded by tigers."

Zhou Yan: ...

Biao Ge: ...? ? !!! ...

"What? A tiger..." Before Brother Biao could finish speaking, the roars of tigers came one after another.

It was as if she was echoing Wen Yan's words.

Biao Ge's vision went black, his legs trembled like leaves, and he turned around in disbelief. He saw more and more yellow eyes appearing, one pair, two pairs, three pairs…

The fat, strong tigers, their fur glossy, approached slowly, their jaws agape, revealing blood and flesh fragments hanging from their pale white fangs.

Zhou Yan's Adam's apple bobbed. He took a step back, shielding Wen Yan even more tightly behind him. He understood, turned his head, and glanced at Wen Yan, who was too guilty to look at him, with his deep eyes.

"The help you called?"

Wen Yan lowered her head and counted the dust particles: "..."

Zhou Yan understood everything, and sighed helplessly, "He's disobedient again."

Wen Yan pouted, denying it: "No way, I always listen to you the most!"

"I ate vegetables when you told me to, I went to bed early when you told me to, and I didn't eat a single popsicle when you told me not to. I was a good girl, okay!"