You Are Really No Match For Me [Fighting] - Chapter 45

Morris Academy had lost many but still held many more. The students and parents gathered outside were like curious onlookers at a crime scene, their phones and cameras raised, some leaving only to sneak back for another glimpse.

When a thin figure suddenly descended from upstairs, a group of uniformed boys spotted him first and shouted in excitement.

“He’s coming out, he’s coming out!”
“Officer, look! Someone’s coming down!”

Wang Ronglin called out: “Classmate, how did you get out?”

“An Ke… he’s crazy, he’s a lunatic… he’s a complete lunatic!” the boy stammered.

“Song Siming! I’m his mother!” A woman in a chic dress rushed forward, her diamond-polished nails fiddling over Song Siming’s face and even checking his feet.

The moment Song Siming saw his mother, the reality of survival finally hit him, and he broke down in sobs:

“Mom, I almost died, I was so scared…”
“It’s okay, baby, don’t cry, don’t cry. You scared Mommy to death.”

When Song Siming finally calmed down, he said: “An Ke… he cut out Chu Yi’s tongue, and injected him with something. He’s lying on the floor like he’s dead.”

Wang Ronglin guessed—perhaps it was anesthesia.

Chu Lanzhao, seeing someone emerge, hurried forward and asked anxiously:

“Did that beast let anyone go? When will my son come out?”

Wang Ronglin replied, “Director Chu, we suspect his motive isn’t just money. It’s likely connected to Chu Yi. And right now Chu Yi’s life is in imminent danger. I’ll act immediately.” Negotiations were useless now. Chu Yi’s life was hanging by a thread—they couldn’t wait any longer.

Chu Lanzhao staggered, breaking down: “That bastard—I already gave him the money, why hasn’t he let my son go? I don’t understand… Chu Yi… how is he now?”

“He’s been injured. He may need a voice prosthesis in the future.”

“That devil—what grudge does he have against my son?”

“It’s not An Ke. It’s Zhuang An.”

Chu Lanzhao’s eyes widened: “It’s him? He’s still alive?!”

Wang Ronglin’s gaze sharpened. “What do you mean?”

“Chu Yi secretly spent a lot of money pulling strings in prison. By the time I found out, it was too late. I only heard that boy was beaten half to death, hospitalized several times, and then died.”

Wang Ronglin held up the prison report. “But this says Zhuang An is still serving his sentence normally.”

Chu Lanzhao fell silent. That was answer enough.

The report had been forged.

Chu Yi had truly brought this upon himself.

Wang Ronglin tapped his Bluetooth earpiece. “Mingxin, are you all ready?”
“Ready, Captain!”
“Chu Yi’s life is at immediate risk. You take command of those three—once you find an opening, breach immediately.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Captain, the demolition team is here—we can move upstairs.”

Wang Ronglin and the SWAT team rushed up. From inside the music classroom came waves of screaming, spurring them to move faster.

Inside, a guard had seized a trembling girl.

The girl dropped to her knees before Zhuang An, kowtowing in terror. Her long, inky hair tumbled over her shoulders, wide eyes brimming with tears. Her delicate pleading could soften anyone’s heart.

“An Ke, please, I don’t want to kill anyone or go to prison. Please let me go.”

The other middle schoolers chimed in, voices shaking.

“An Ke, if you’ve got a grudge against Chu Yi, take it out on him, not us. We’re innocent—please let us go.”
“Yeah, let us go!”
“Let us out!”

A few braver ones raised their voices.

An Ke sneered. Where was all this courage earlier? Ah, so it’s the thrill of playing hero in front of a girl that makes people brave.

He strolled toward the group who’d spoken. At once they shrank back, opening a path for him.

One boy was shoved forward, stumbling into An Ke’s way.

“Who the hell pushed me?”
“I’m warning you, An Ke, don’t you dare touch me or I’ll never let you off!”

The boy retreated step by step.

An Ke’s lips curled in disdain. Courage? If they truly had any, why hadn’t they lifted a finger before?

He thought suddenly of himself—cowardly, always hiding behind his parents, crying in silence. His parents had been the truly brave ones, standing up for him, one ending up dead and the other insane. He had been too weak even to defend himself, ending up in prison, beaten and humiliated over and over.

And then he remembered that man’s words—Be brave. To not be beaten, you must become the one who beats.

“So? I was going to give you a choice. But clearly you don’t need it. In that case, wouldn’t it be better if you died?”

The boy shrieked, shoving blindly and bolting for the back door. “You lunatic! Get away!”

An Ke’s kick slammed into his gut. He stomped the boy’s back, yanked up his head by the hair, and ran a finger across his throat.

A crimson line opened instantly, bl00d spraying across Zhuang An’s face. The once-delicate features twisted into something demonic, like a hungry ghost come to claim lives. The students screamed and scattered, but the biometric locks beeped uselessly—the doors remained sealed.

“Let us out! Please, let us out!”

An Ke licked the bl00d from his lips. “Cowards’ bl00d tastes foul. Now, who’s next?”

He dragged a girl across the floor as she kicked and wailed.

“Don’t kill me, I’ll do anything!”

“Jiang Minyan,” An Ke turned her face toward Chu Yi. “He’s filmed you before, hasn’t he? My good little schoolmate, here’s your chance—put a blade to his throat, and I’ll let you go.”

Jiang Minyan trembled. “No… I can’t, I…”

“If he dies, no one will bully you again. Think about it—his death means your freedom.” His voice was a devil’s whisper.

A blade was pressed into her hand.

“Just a small cut,” he coaxed. “Then you can leave.”

Sweating, Jiang Minyan crawled to Chu Yi. The sight of his mutilated tongue, the stench of bl00d and urine made her retch. She raised the blade to his neck, eyes unfocused.

She froze when she saw An Ke had grabbed another girl, choking her silent. The girl’s desperate gaze locked with hers.

“No… no…” Jiang Minyan sobbed.

By Chu Yi’s side, Su Wanying whispered urgently, imagining Jin Yu’s calm voice: “Jiang Minyan, listen. An Ke’s lost it. We can’t provoke him. Just make a small cut—I promise Chu Yi won’t die, okay?”

Tears streamed down Jiang Minyan’s cheeks.

“Chu Yi, don’t hate me. It’s An Ke forcing me…”

Her blade nicked his neck, a thin line of bl00d welling.

Su Wanying quickly took the blade from her dazed hands. “You didn’t kill him. He’s still breathing—see?” She guided Jiang Minyan’s hand to Chu Yi’s nose. Weak, but there was still breath.

Behind them, the strangled girl was released, collapsing and gasping for air. Both girls exhaled in relief.

Then Su Wanying slashed Chu Yi’s bound wrists, leaving a bloody mark. It was her revenge—every time Chu Yi looked at those scars, he’d remember her, whether he wanted to or not.

She looked into Chu Yi’s vacant eyes. Whatever drug An Ke had injected had stripped him of resistance.

Pulling Jiang Minyan up, she declared loudly: “We’ve cut him. Now let us go.”

An Ke narrowed his eyes at her.

“You… you’re the girl who played that video during class.”

Su Wanying hesitated, then nodded.

“You’re brave. You two can go.”

Clinging to each other, Su Wanying and Jiang Minyan headed for the door.

A boy at the entrance suddenly rushed forward, stabbing Chu Yi in the stomach. “See, An Ke? I did what you wanted. Let me go now!”

An Ke nodded with a smile.

The rest understood the rule—hurt Chu Yi to survive.

It was a simple choice: someone else’s life or your own. And normal people always choose their own.

“I’ll go first!”
“No, me!”
“Out of the way, I’m first!”

They fought for the blade, plunging it into Chu Yi’s flesh again and again. Bl00d soaked his shirt and pooled on the floor.

No one pitied him.

Then came the beep of the door unlocking.

“This is it,” Fu Mingxin barked. “Move!”

Guards pushed the door open.

Chu Yi lay like butchered meat, his stomach hacked to ribbons. An Ke stood apart, hands in his pockets, tapping a rhythm, even humming.

Windows shattered, three figures diving in. A vent cover clattered down as a tall figure dropped from above. At the same moment, SWAT stormed in through the door.

“The police are as slow as ever.”

“Zhuang An, you’re under arrest!”

Fu Mingxin subdued him, while Jin Mu, Wang Da, and Wang Jiasong grappled with the guards.

As Zhuang An was dragged out, the ground rumbled. A column of black smoke roared skyward in the distance.

Mom, Dad, he thought, today I graduate from middle school.

“What exploded?” Xiao Lin asked.

Su Wanying, clutching Jin Yu, glimpsed the smoke, then buried her face in her friend’s chest. “Antonio Private Middle School.”

Xiao Lin confirmed: “Yes, it’s Antonio—the school Zhuang An once attended.”

Chu Lanzhao saw his son’s bloodied body and screamed: “Chu Yi, no! Call an ambulance!”

Dr. Ding pushed through. “I’m a doctor—let me stop the bleeding.”

Chu Yi’s body was like a wasp’s nest, bl00d seeping from every wound. It was a miracle he still lived. Whatever Zhuang An had injected kept him clinging to life.

Zhuang An’s ears twitched. Chu Yi, don’t die. I’m not done playing yet…

His eyes unfocused. Then suddenly he blinked, staring at the cuffs on his wrists. He struggled wildly.

“What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!”

“Zhuang An?”

Fu Mingxin froze—the man in her grip seemed different.

“Who’s Zhuang An? I’m An Ke! You’ve got the wrong guy!”

Of course.

Wang Ronglin and Fu Mingxin exchanged a look—Zhuang An had slipped away.

Yes. After staging such a grand performance, the leading actor would never stay for the fallout.

But now came the real problem. To the students and parents, it was clearly An Ke who’d gone mad. How could they ever clear his name?

Wang Ronglin thought of that old case file.

A wild idea surfaced—

Could it be… back then, Zhuang An had also been framed?