The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 809: Save Me (Second Update)

The cry of alarm silenced everyone.

Full of rage, Weng Zhigang froze!

The group of men looking forward to seeing Weng Zhigang getting beat up froze as well.

A bunch of excited and boiling young ladies also froze.

All eyes were fixed on the table beneath Zhang Fan’s fist.

When they saw the table, everyone’s eyeballs bulged out.

The wooden tabletop looked as if it had been smashed by a meteor from the sky, shattered to pieces.

At the center, the spot where Zhang Fan’s fist made contact, a hole the size of a head appeared conspicuously.

Radiating from the hole at the center, deep cracks spread in all directions like a spider web.

The metal legs of the table were bent out of shape, and the whole table had sunk more than ten centimeters.

Especially the legs of the table near Zhang Fan, which were tilted at a sixty-degree angle.

Seeing this scene, countless men gasped in shock.

Damn, is Zhang Fan such a beast, this fierce?

If that punch had landed on Weng Zhigang, their wish to write Weng Zhigang’s epitaph would have come true without a doubt!

Downstairs, Li Liang, who was hurrying to Zhang Fan’s classroom, felt a tingling on his scalp!

Weng Zhigang was known for his fiery temper, and Zhang Fan was infamous for causing trouble.

Especially considering Zhang Fan’s terrifying combat power, just the thought of it made his scalp tingle.

If Weng Zhigang were to really clash with Zhang Fan, with Weng Zhigang’s pitiful combat power, wouldn’t he be beaten to a pulp?

That’s why, after talking to Zhang Fan on the phone, he immediately rushed over.

He was truly afraid that Zhang Fan might start some trouble again.

No, to be precise, he was afraid that someone would end up in the hospital!

If Weng Zhigang really got beaten up, and the matter escalated, it would become the news of the entire Capital City.

"Tsinghua College student, assaults teacher!"

Thinking of this headline made Li Liang’s scalp go numb!

Could it be that Zhang Fan actually beat up Weng Zhigang?

At this thought, Li Liang could only smile bitterly.

Good gracious, you are my dear uncle, can you not stay out of trouble?

What sins did I commit in my last life to have invited this Demon King to school?

Immediately after that, Li Liang quickened his pace, taking strides and sprinting straight for Zhang Fan’s classroom.

In the classroom! Zhang Fan flashed a wicked smile, looking playfully at Weng Zhigang, "Uncle, have you thought it through? You really want to beat me to death?"

Startled awake by that sound, Weng Zhigang looked at the severely deformed table, and his eyes blinked rapidly more than a dozen times.

However, no matter what, the image before him did not change!

Instantly, Weng Zhigang took a sharp step back, retreating all the way out of the classroom before stopping.

He looked at Zhang Fan with a face full of terror, speaking unclearly, "You... you... don’t mess around, I’m your teacher, and I’m also your advisor, you dare to make a move, I’ll call the police."

Hearing this, the classroom burst into laughter.

"Haha, Teacher Weng, why are you running? Weren’t you going to hit Zhang Fan? Go on, hurry up."

"Advisor Weng, during military training, Zhang Fan single-handedly took on more than a hundred instructors, you’d better think it through."

A mix of voices — three parts mocking, five parts stirring up excitement, two parts admiration — suddenly rose.

PK with Zhang Fan?

What a joke, over a hundred special forces instructors got completely wrecked by Zhang Fan.

Although his way of showing it was a bit exaggerated, even if it was a show arranged by the school for effect, being able to perform at that level must mean some real strength, right?

With Weng Zhigang’s short and stocky build, he would end up just like that table.

Hehe, now you know to cower?

Where did all that arrogance go?

Yet, a group of men were sighing with immense regret.

Damn it, that punch—why waste it on the desk? What’s wrong with smashing it onto Weng Zhigang’s body?

Zhang Fan, did this guy’s brain get waterlogged or what? He was provoked and didn’t beat Weng Zhigang until even his mother couldn’t recognize him. Why the hell did he hit the desk?

This is destruction of public property, asshole!

Don’t you have any sense of the law at all?

Wait, doesn’t seem like hitting someone is a bit more serious?

"Ah, so it’s our teacher. Ay, why didn’t you say so earlier? If you had, I definitely wouldn’t have hit the desk, ay!" Zhang Fan said with a sigh.

And Weng Zhigang had ten thousand **** running wild in his heart. What the hell? If not the desk, would you hit me instead?

Asshole, are you threatening me?

Thinking of Zhang Fan’s terrifying entourage, Weng Zhigang’s face twitched. Then, in a gentle voice, he said, "Ah, it’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. When I asked you to leave earlier, it was because I saw you studying too hard. I wanted you to go out and take a stroll, get some exercise, so you wouldn’t wear yourself out."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a chorus of coughs filled the classroom.

Fuck, Weng Zhigang is shameless to the extreme.

Damn it, during class every day, you curse while stomping at Zhang Fan’s photo, calling him scum, lamenting his absence, saying you’ll destroy him.

Are you really that comfortable with lying through your teeth?

With which eye did you see Zhang Fan attending class and getting tired? You’re so damn weak? And you’re still trying to be some badass counselor?

Zhang Fan snickered and then walked toward Weng Zhigang: "Ah, teacher, why so polite! How about we both go out for a walk? You seem pretty tired from teaching, and since we haven’t attended class in a while, I really owe you an apology. Let’s go outside and have a hearty talk about life, about dreams."

"Pfft!"

The classroom full of girls almost died laughing.

Talk about life? It looks more like you want to drag Weng Zhigang into a corner where no one’s around and give him a good thrashing.

If Zhang Fan knew what these girls were thinking, he would definitely cry foul!

Is he, Zhang Fan, that kind of person?

At most, he would just scare someone a tiny bit!

Beating someone up, how uncivilized!

And watching Zhang Fan slowly approaching, Weng Zhigang felt his scalp explode!

What does this kid want?

Under the broad daylight, what does he want!?

Right at that moment, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached.

Weng Zhigang turned around and immediately became ecstatic.

The person hurriedly running over—if it’s not Li Liang worried about Weng Zhigang getting beaten into an idiot, who else could it be?

Seeing Weng Zhigang standing intact in the hallway, Li Liang also breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, jumping around lively, no arms or legs missing!

As long as Weng Zhigang is okay, everything else is negotiable.

But soon, Li Liang saw Zhang Fan slowly stepping out of the classroom door.

Seeing the devilish smile on Zhang Fan’s face, Li Liang’s heart jumped to his throat all over again.

At that moment, Weng Zhigang suddenly took off running toward Li Liang at breakneck speed.

The speed was so astonishing, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but be astounded.

Wow, with such a short and stocky build, to run so fast is quite a marvel!

However, Zhang Fan didn’t know that, at this moment, Weng Zhigang was running for his life, exerting all his power and desperately sprinting!

Not run for his life?

Then, the fate of that desk would be his!

The next moment, a shrill voice rang out.

"Director Li, help! Someone’s been killed!"