Chapter Forty-Nine: As Expected, You Are Not a Pig

“I said earlier that I can predict things, didn’t I? I told you none of you would meet a good end today, right?” Long Fei nodded, taking step after step until he stood before Ding Liujun.

Ding Liujun wanted to retreat, but found that his legs were trembling like leaves in the wind, utterly powerless. All he could do was nod frantically, hoping Long Fei would spare him.

Long Fei nodded, his eyes mocking as he stared at Ding Liujun. “What are you trembling for? Are you really that scared?”

“I—” Ding Liujun managed to squeeze out a single syllable before clamping his mouth shut, still nodding. He felt a bit better this way; admitting his fear outright was too humiliating.

“But I already said, none of you would escape unscathed, didn’t I?” Long Fei showed no haste. He felt that tormenting someone with words was far more effective than simply beating them or ending their lives.

Ding Liujun stared at Long Fei in confusion, not quite grasping his meaning.

Long Fei was patient, not the least bit annoyed. He explained, “What I mean is, if I let you off now, doesn’t that mean my predictions were wrong? And look—your hired thugs all proved me right. If I let you go, wouldn’t they all feel unjustly wronged?”

Ding Liujun’s body trembled even more violently. He shook his head desperately, unable to utter a word.

“If you’d known this would happen, why did you provoke her in the first place? If you’d left her alone, you wouldn’t be here now, would you? And I promise you, if you ever dare harbor even the slightest ill intention towards her again, you’ll be repaid in kind. Not just you—anyone who tries to covet her, I will make them regret it!” Long Fei’s words were explicit, the implication clear: Liu Ruoyi was his and his alone; anyone who tried to pursue her would find themselves his enemy.

Liu Ruoyi’s cheeks flushed, but her heart inexplicably warmed. Seeing Ding Liujun’s pitiful, pleading gaze, she almost felt sorry for him—but recalling what Long Fei had said last time, she dared not intercede.

With a sharp flick, Long Fei snapped his finger against Ding Liujun’s forehead, drawing a wail from him. Long Fei’s strike was vicious and precisely targeted the old wound. Blood welled up anew, instantly soaking the white bandage on Ding Liujun’s head.

Seizing the moment while Ding Liujun screamed, Long Fei unleashed his signature move—a ruthless kick straight to Ding Liujun’s groin. He collapsed, no longer clutching his bleeding forehead but instead covering his lower body in agony. The pain was beyond anything Ding Liujun had ever experienced, far worse than a few days ago. Stars danced before his eyes, and he nearly fainted.

Yet in his heart, Ding Liujun cursed furiously: Long Fei, damn you, playing dirty again!

Turning his head, Long Fei caught Ye Qian’s gaze—once admiring, now full of contempt. Grinning, he said, “Can’t help it. He’s just so inviting, it’s impossible not to kick him!” The words echoed Ye Qian’s earlier teasing, but instead of approval, Long Fei earned a roll of her eyes.

Long Fei had no intention of letting Ding Liujun off so easily. If he didn’t make sure the man was bedridden for three months, it would be far too lenient. As for the consequences, Long Fei didn’t care in the slightest. With Ye Wentian backing him up, what in Shanghai was there for him to fear?

Just as Long Fei raised his hand again, Liu Ruoyi could no longer stay silent. “Stop!” she cried.

Long Fei’s expression darkened as he turned to her. “You want me to stop? Have you forgotten what he did to you three days ago?”

Mercy towards an enemy is cruelty to oneself—Long Fei’s philosophy allowed no room for lingering threats. It was always better to nip them in the bud.

Liu Ruoyi looked at Long Fei, a hint of worry in her eyes, but finally found her courage. “I’m not pleading for him just because I know him. I would do the same for anyone if I were here. Unless, of course, I wasn’t present.”

“So, I can take care of him somewhere you’re not?” Long Fei paused, understanding her innate kindness, and offered a meaningful smile.

Liu Ruoyi, startled, frowned and after a moment, nodded. “You could.” Her voice was cold as she spoke.

Long Fei studied her for a long time; she met his gaze unflinchingly, showing neither weakness nor guilt. At last, Long Fei relented, smiling. “Fine. Just this once, for your kindness. But if there’s a next time, I’ll cripple him—no exceptions.”

“Thank you for granting my request.” Liu Ruoyi hadn’t held out much hope. Though this was only her second meeting with Long Fei, she felt she understood him well: he was not the type to abandon his decisions for a woman’s sake. Still, she had to try—she couldn’t stand by and watch Long Fei take revenge without saying a word.

She never expected Long Fei would actually spare Ding Liujun, and for that, she felt both surprised and grateful.

Long Fei sighed. “You must understand, though I’ve yielded to you, I’ve never approved of this so-called kindness and mercy as a way of dealing with people.”

After escorting Liu Ruoyi back to her dormitory, Long Fei returned to the bamboo grove to find the men who’d been lying on the ground all vanished. He was not surprised. Glancing, seemingly casually, into the depths of the grove, he then left with the perplexed Ye Qian.

Chen Xin, hidden deep in the bamboo, felt a chill as Long Fei’s gaze brushed past—though they were several hundred meters apart, Chen Xin could sense the faint killing intent in Long Fei’s eyes.

Staring after Long Fei’s departing figure, Chen Xin’s brow furrowed in thought.

“Long Fei, where do you think those guys went? We were gone less than five minutes—did they sprout wings and fly?” Ye Qian was puzzled. She’d been in enough brawls to know those men couldn’t have left by themselves—so who had rescued them?

Without looking back, Long Fei answered, “Of course someone helped them. They couldn’t possibly save themselves. If they could, that’d be downright supernatural.”

Ye Qian frowned. “But who would bother rescuing them? It’s too much of a coincidence for someone to show up the moment we leave.”

“Certainly not.” As they reached the school gate, Long Fei suddenly paused, glancing toward the teaching building in the distance, his emotions mixed with both pain and joy.

Ye Qian didn’t notice his subtle reaction and exclaimed, “So you’re saying someone’s been watching us the whole time?”

“You’re not as dense as I thought,” Long Fei replied with a wry smile.

“You’re the one who’s dense!” Ye Qian retorted, clearly pleased with herself for having figured it out.