Sure enough, when Zhou Hong drove to the School of Economics, he found a lot of people gathered around the teaching building.
Some university students who didn't have classes came to the School of Economics early in the morning, seemingly prepared to watch the excitement.
"Damn it, I think Zhou Hong wouldn't dare to come." At the entrance of the School of Economics, the Five Young Masters were already waiting. Among them, the one named Zhu Zihan even brought a large bucket and placed it at the main entrance of the School of Economics. The bucket emitted a foul odor, and the surrounding students couldn't help but cover their noses. The bucket contained nothing but sewage. At this moment, seeing that Zhou Hong was still not here, Zhu Zihan cursed fiercely.
"If he doesn't dare to come, we'll go to his house," another Young Master named Song Chudeng quickly said.
"Yeah, he dared to call us dogs. If we don't show him some color, he'll really think we're dogs," said a Young Master named You Haoran.
The most powerful one, the First Young Master Guo Yueming, was not standing with the other four Young Masters at the moment. He was standing alone far away, under a tree.
Everyone present was waiting for Zhou Hong to arrive.
Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Zhou Hong is here. That Porsche is him."
Everyone immediately looked towards the Porsche in the distance. Through the car window, they could clearly see Zhou Hong.
Everyone's spirits immediately lifted.
The Five Young Masters also looked at Zhou Hong, their faces showing anger. He actually dared to come.
Zhou Hong parked the car by the roadside and got out.
Liu Hua also got out with him. Liu Hua seemed a little surprised to see so many people surrounding them.
"Zhou Hong, why are so many people welcoming me here?" Liu Hua asked, somewhat flattered.
"Which eye of yours saw that they were welcoming you?" Zhou Hong glared at Liu Hua.
"Uh, no, hehe." Liu Hua gave a wry smile, having thought they were welcoming him.
Just then, Zhu Zihan was the first to rush towards Zhou Hong, blocking his path a few meters away.
Zhu Zihan, with a face full of fury, looked at Zhou Hong and said, "You damn... are you that damn Zhou Hong?"
"Yes, I am your damn grandfather Zhou Hong," Zhou Hong said with a faint smile.
"You're audacious, but I hope your strength can match your courage. We, the Five Young Masters, are here today, and we will peel off a layer of your skin."
"Hahaha, one layer isn't enough. I think at least ten layers are needed," Zhou Hong said disdainfully.
The onlookers were surprised by Zhou Hong's continued arrogance, wondering if he had some powerful backing, such as one of the dreaded Four Madmen.
"Zhou Hong, if you have guts, don't hide it. You're so arrogant in front of us, the Five Young Masters, and you don't even care about Guo Yueming. Do you have one of the Four Madmen backing you?" At this moment, the Young Master named You Haoran walked up and asked. If Zhou Hong really had the Four Madmen backing him, then today, the Five Young Masters wouldn't be able to touch a single hair on Zhou Hong.
"Who are the Four Madmen? I don't know them, never heard of them," Zhou Hong said, curling his lips.
"Very good, it seems you're not truly arrogant, but ignorant," said another named Zheng Chenghua.
At this moment, many students from the School of Economics also came out of their classrooms and stood in the corridors watching.
Qin Mengxue and Qiao Xiaoyu were also in the corridor.
"Alas," Qiao Xiaoyu sighed deeply. She thought Zhou Hong wouldn't come to school, but he actually did.
Of course, at the administrative building, there was also someone watching – the head of the School of Economics. He couldn't help but smile wryly as he saw Zhou Hong confronting the Five Young Masters.
He felt somewhat speechless in his heart. Such a powerful person was actually in this university, playing with such weaklings. Perhaps he was just experiencing life.
The head of department could only explain Zhou Hong's behavior in this way.
"Alright, you Young Masters, who wants to make the first move?" Zhou Hong asked, glancing at the four Young Masters in front of him.
"I'll go first. You guys step back. Today, I will shove him into the latrine and let him soak for an hour," Zhu Zihan said first.
"Okay, Zhu Zihan, we'll see your performance next," the other three Young Masters nodded to Zhu Zihan and said.
After speaking, Zhu Zihan rushed towards Zhou Hong first.
After all, Zhu Zihan had practiced martial arts since childhood, and his realm had reached the first stage of a martial artist, so his movements were different from the start.
"Spirit Snake Strike." Zhu Zihan's two hands immediately transformed like two spirit snakes, attacking Zhou Hong with a rustling sound.
"Wow!" The students watching the scene were thrilled by the standard movements, like watching a martial arts movie.
"Slap!" However, in the next second, before the crowd's exclamations had stopped, there was a loud "slap," and Zhu Zihan was sent flying to the side.
"Ah," a scream was heard from Zhu Zihan.
"What?" By the time everyone saw clearly, Zhu Zihan's face already had five clear finger marks.
All the surrounding students seemed stunned. Zhu Zihan was a first-stage martial artist, yet he was instantly slapped away by Zhou Hong. This meant that Zhou Hong was at least a second-stage martial artist.
It was hard to believe that Zhou Hong was also someone who had cultivated his martial arts to a certain realm, even reaching the second stage.
For a moment, the surrounding students started to chatter.
On the teaching building of the School of Economics, Qin Mengxue and Qiao Xiaoyu were also shocked. Beside them, many classmates were also watching, all with incredulous expressions.
"Zhou Hong is actually a martial artist who has cultivated his realm."
"Yes, judging by his appearance, he's at least a second-stage martial artist."
"Tsk tsk!"
Hearing the discussions of their classmates, Qin Mengxue and Qiao Xiaoyu looked as if they couldn't recover.
In real society, regardless of the method used, those who can cultivate their realm are not comparable to ordinary people.
Qiao Xiaoyu never expected that Zhou Hong had reached at least the second stage of a martial artist. In her heart, she didn't know what to feel. She had actually found a live-in son-in-law with martial arts talent.
"Hmph, this Zhou Hong is too good at hiding," Qin Mengxue couldn't help but curse inwardly, feeling a little upset. When Zhou Hong was her fiancé before, he hadn't shown any trace of it. If she had known earlier that Zhou Hong had martial arts talent, perhaps she wouldn't have been so resistant to him.
At this moment, Zhu Zihan touched his burning face, looking incredulous.
"Zhou Hong, you... you're also a martial artist," Zhu Zihan said, filled with anger.
"What, are only you allowed to be one and not me?" Zhou Hong snorted.