Zhang Mo originally thought that Chen Yuxi's absence from school today was just due to being scared yesterday, and he didn't take it too seriously.
However, considering the earlier performance of those senior students who cried wolf, Zhang Mo realized that the problem was far from simple.
Chen Yuxi was likely being held captive by them through some means, which was why she couldn't come to school.
This made it impossible to confront them, leaving them free to slander Zhang Mo however they pleased.
Moreover, if it weren't for Zhang Mo's special identity and his group of powerful older sisters, this frame-up might have succeeded!
Chen Yuxi must be rescued!
"Student records are not managed by me... I am only responsible for rectifying school discipline..."
The Disciplinary Director said with a troubled expression.
But upon seeing Zhang Mo's indifferent gaze, he immediately changed his tune:
"However... I can call the archives for you. I'm handling her matter anyway, so it's no problem!"
...
Twenty minutes later, Zhang Mo arrived at the address.
It was an old residential complex, and judging by the condition of the building's exterior, it was at least fifty years old.
Zhang Mo walked through the complex with his backpack, drawing curious glances from passersby.
"Building 5, Unit 3, Third Floor..."
As Zhang Mo reached Building 5 with the note, he saw a group of thugs from a distance. They wore tank tops, had tattoos on their arms, and their hair was dyed in various colors.
Bricks were placed at their feet, and some had long, newspaper-wrapped objects beside them.
"Unit three..."
Zhang Mo walked to the entrance of Unit 3 and found these thugs sitting around it.
Thugs were even standing on the stairs and in the corridors within the unit.
They looked at Zhang Mo with slight mockery on their faces. Some said something, and the group burst into laughter.
"Please don't lay a hand on me, pray you don't lay a hand on me..."
Zhang Mo muttered softly.
He didn't want to accidentally demolish Chen Yuxi's home.
Finally reaching the third floor, the stairs were crowded with thugs.
The walls were painted with red oil paint, bearing the word "die" and various insults, incomprehensible and vulgar.
Even the security door had words like "bitch" and "whore" carved into it with a sharp object.
Although Zhang Mo couldn't understand most of the writing on the wall, based on the few characters he recognized and the surrounding environment, he could infer that they were not pleasant words.
Chen Yuxi and her grandmother lived here, yet they were being bullied by such a group of thugs.
Zhang Mo, who had seen people killed in the apocalypse with mere head nods, had never witnessed such humiliation and bullying.
His anger instantly flared, and he asked in his childish voice, "Who did all of this?"
Hearing Zhang Mo's question, the surrounding thugs burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, this little brat wants to play hero. What? Is the little chick inside your girlfriend?"
"Kid, you've got courage. With so many of us here, what are you going to do? Cry until we soften? Hahaha!"
"We did it. What are you going to do about it? I advise you not to meddle. I don't distinguish between adults and children!"
Laughter and taunts erupted from the surrounding thugs.
If the police had arrived, these thugs would never have admitted to painting the graffiti.
After all, without evidence, the police could do nothing to them.
But facing a schoolboy, what was the harm in admitting it openly?!
"It's good that you admit it. Do you dare to come outside with me?"
Zhang Mo asked, suppressing his anger.
"Haha, Ah Biao, chase this brat out of here and stop causing trouble!"
The leader, a pockmarked face, said coldly.
"No problem!"
Ah Biao stood up and reached out to grab Zhang Mo's hair.
He didn't intend to politely escort him out, but rather to drag him out by the hair.
*Crack!*
Zhang Mo lightly waved his right hand, his forearm brushing against Ah Biao's. The latter's bone made a crisp snapping sound as it broke.
"Gently... a little more gently..."
Zhang Mo forcibly suppressed the urge to instantly turn these guys into dust and repeatedly chanted to himself.
"No way, you're too unlucky to break a bone like this?"
Another thug rushed forward.
*Bang!*
Zhang Mo gently landed a small punch.
The thug was sent flying directly towards the window above the landing platform, smashing through it.
"What the heck, this kid is a superpower user!"
The leader thug realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
Zhang Mo's figure flickered, and in almost an instant, he rushed from the third floor to the first.
All the thugs along the way were beaten and thrown to the ground, their limbs askew. The minor ones had broken bones, and the seriously injured had already fainted.
The thug leader, with his strong physique, managed to stand up while leaning against the wall after taking a hit.
"So what if you're a superpower user? You have no idea who you've provoked!"
"Chen Yuxi's parents were killed in a street accident because they disrupted someone's plans. These people have immense power; no one can oppose them!"
"And afterwards, they made us harass Chen Yuxi all the time, so she could never be happy in her life!"
"So you should know how terrifying these people are. You awakened your powers at such a young age, with a boundless future, but you're no match for them right now. I advise you to stop here; it's for your own good!"
Zhang Mo sneered and said,
"I know what's good and what's not for myself, and I don't need a weakling to teach me!"
"My father always told me since I was young that the strong make the rules, and the weak obey them. It's time to let those guys know what the real rules are!"
The thug leader looked at Zhang Mo, his mind full of question marks, thinking: Has this kid watched too many cartoons?
"Take me to find your boss!"
Zhang Mo said.
"Ha, I'm not that stupid. If I take you to him, how can I still mix in the underworld?"
The thug leader shrugged and refused.
*Bang!*
Zhang Mo walked to the edge of the flowerbed and smashed down forcefully.
A violent explosion sounded, and the entire ground trembled.
When the dust settled, a large pit had appeared where the flowerbed once was.
"Do I need to say more?"
Zhang Mo asked.
"No... no need... you've made your point very clear!"
The thug leader stammered.
If he refused, he wouldn't be able to survive in the living world.
"Hey, Auntie Xinxin, I've damaged some property here. Could you please help fund the repairs?"
Zhang Mo called Qian Xinxin.
"Where did you smash? Even if you smashed the Presidential Palace, it's fine. They can just change the leadership for the next term; it's not a big deal!"
"Alright, I understand. I'll send my people to handle it. Don't worry, your father won't know about it!"
Qian Xinxin hung up the phone and turned to the Minister of Urban Construction of Qingyun Kingdom at the dining table, saying,
"Did you hear what was said on the phone? Hurry up and handle it!"