Chapter 362: So That's How It Is

Of course to cause trouble you go to the bathroom, and Bai Lang said nothing, shoved Di Zhonghai straight into the restroom, then dragged the wandering Ban Tian in as well; when the stall door shut, he shouted, "Old man, write a confession! Everyone's busy with school and work now, we'll come find you when we have time!" He then landed a punch on Di Zhonghai's stomach, seized the old man's briefcase, pulled out a notebook and pen, and photographed the old man's documents with his phone.

While forcing Di Zhonghai to write the confession, Bai Lang didn't touch a single cent in his wallet—because if he took the money, the other side could sue for robbery and the tables would turn on him. Of course beating him was fine—after Di Zhonghai finished the confession, Bai Lang walked away proudly with Ban Tian. As for whether this thing is useful? Honestly, it's not; even with photos and a confession, it's no better than being caught in the act.

But it can be photocopied and distributed to cause his social death.

"Really going? Classmate Bai." Ban Tian asked cautiously, and Bai Lang patted the rubbed spot on her butt, "Of course we're going! Just to experience a bit of a bad life." He then laughed heartily and walked away. It was a contagiously lively laugh; Japanese, especially Dong Jing people, never laugh out loud on the street—those who do are definitely Americans and people from an ancient East Asian nation, who are more alike to each other than to the Japanese, expressing emotions wildly without restraint.

Sure enough, before entering the school gate Bai Lang saw thugs in other schools' uniforms; when they saw Bai Lang they surrounded him. "Is this the start of the Dong Jing showdown?" Bai Lang said nothing, delivered a punch that flipped each of them; they hadn't even spoken—big boss didn't care whether they were seeking refuge or challenging him, he just gave each a punch to flip them. Since it was outside the gate and ended cleanly, the teachers of White Crane Academy obviously wouldn't intervene.

When everyone saw it, the nickname Immovable Honorable King would probably become even more solidified, and "Dong Jing No. 1!" will likely accompany Bai Lang—even if he's only making a name for himself in Hachioji. Yet Bai Lang isn't even a delinquent youth. He doesn't smoke or drink, has never extorted or skipped school, participates earnestly in club activities, has never bullied anyone nor formed a gang; this typical ordinary good student only became the so‑called White Crane Four Heavenly Kings and Dong Jing's top Immovable Honorable King simply because he can fight.

It really is quite laughable......

Thanks to Bai Lang's reputation, first‑year school bullying has vanished—Bai Lang merely glanced at the bullies a few times during a few incidents, and they immediately stopped. Ban Tian's matter has spread, and they know that Bai Lang dislikes such things, which is enough. Of course, no one currently thinks Bai Lang is dating Ban Tian; it's more like he's kept a pet.

A pet, of course, is for casual squeezing. While eating, Bai Lang was thinking about his own matters—mainly his martial cultivation—but his hand inexplicably kept touching Ban Tian's head and squeezing it nonstop. Ban Tian's face turned red but didn't dare resist, silently enduring, even leaning closer to accommodate Bai Lang's hand. After about five minutes, Bai Lang suddenly realized.

"Eh? You're saying I can't control this hand? Should have warned me earlier." Bai Lang slapped his own hand. What could Ban Tian say? By now, even if Bai Lang took her to a hotel she probably wouldn't resist. So they acted as if nothing happened; after the meal the afternoon classes were basically over, and after club activities they should go home. Bai Lang also knows Ban Tian's home situation—just ordinary—so he won't drag her around aimlessly.

This is a prepared sandbag; handle it gently.

Bai Lang was about to go find Di Zhonghai to learn how to extort like Ya Ku Za, which would surely be fun. Speaking of it, he seemed to have watched a lot of AVIs about underworld debt collection back then, and someone said Di Zhonghai usually has a delicate wife… So Bai Lang let out a heh‑heh laugh, "Ah! By the way, where can I find him now? It has to be a day off—otherwise who knows what time this guy gets home at night."

When a guy like Bai Lang went back, he again saw Mrs. Taozi throwing out trash; this time he kept admiring, but stood a bit closer, basically within arm's reach to pinch the big Taozi. She didn't reach out—still not at that point—but from this distance, even farther away he could tell that Teng Tian Taozi's body was slightly trembling; besides the faint smell of garbage, the air carried perfume and a stronger hormonal scent than before.

"So lewd…." Bai Lang thought, the big Taozi right in front of him definitely knew someone was standing an arm's length behind her, yet pretended not to notice—what a motive… Bai Lang felt his friendship with Teng Tian Gang had reached a level close to being intimate. The Taozi in front straightened up, turned as if nothing mattered, and greeted Bai Lang.

"She knows I'm right behind her…" Bai Lang didn't expose it; Taozi's body was still trembling a bit, and she was the first to step onto the stairs. This time she wore a short skirt; Bai Lang stayed below, clearly seeing a streak of black inside her flesh‑colored stockings. "The black… I feel great sympathy for Teng Tian Gang; he'll probably lose half a life tonight."

Bai Lang didn't go up; not going up earlier and now going up would admit he was spying from below—somewhat disgraceful—so he decided to wander the shopping street and grab a bite. While strolling the shopping street, he saw on a big screen in an electronics store an advertisement by a wealthy tycoon: "The King of Combat tournament is now open for registration, no restrictions on country, gender, weight class, or style; as long as you think you can fight, you can sign up!"

The prize is 30 million USD, and the format is a 3‑on‑3 team system. Bai Lang found it all too familiar… He was certainly interested in entering, but where to find two teammates? "After all that hassle, turns out this world is the King of Fighters world—Noxiao said, demons and monsters definitely exist, at least there's a crazy big snake." Thinking that his TV here had the legitimate version, Bai Lang thought it would be more fun to beat himself into becoming the official version.

"You petty big snake… let the ancient East Asian nation educate you, you little mud loach!" Bai Lang stroked his chin, realizing this world isn't that Dong Jing is hot, it's his heart that's hot. "But that's still impossible! I'm already an Innate Expert, my spirit is steel‑like, forged into White Tiger killing aura, how could I be hot? It must be because of this world! No one ever said Dong Jing can't be the Caribbean!"