The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

How could Pan Yichen endure it? He immediately dropped his schoolbag and attacked Wen Shao. The people around him had already wisely made room for the two of them, watching this one-sided beating.

Pan Yichen's fist was nimbly dodged by Wen Shao. Wen Shao pulled his arm and gently pulled him, making a perfect over-the-shoulder throw that knocked stars out of his eyes.

Next, there was a beating to the flesh.

Wen Shao pursed his lips tightly and allowed the raging hatred in Yuan's heart to swim in his body. The fists in his hands were heavier each time, specifically to hit his face.

Ding Yaxuan stood there stunned for a moment, as if she did not expect Pan Yichen to be so vulnerable in Wen Shao's hands.

"Stop fighting!" She rushed over quickly and tried to pull him away. Her heartbreaking voice made Wen Shao think it was raining heavily.

Wen Shao beat him fiercely, but Ding Yaxuan only dared to howl on the side and watched in fear. It wasn't until Wen Shao got tired and let go that she dared to pounce on Pan Yichen, who was protecting her face, sobbing.

"Yichen, what happened to you, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

Ding Yaxuan squatted beside him and kept typing out green tea quotations. However, Pan Yichen now had stars in his eyes and couldn't tell what day it was. He didn't realize it was over until he didn't feel new pain for a long time.

Carefully he lowered his hand covering his face, revealing a pig's head.

Ding Yaxuan's crying stopped, Wen Shao let out a clear laugh, and the people in Class 16 followed his steps and also laughed.

After being laughed at, Pan Yichen didn't even react for a while, and there was a joy of surviving the disaster in his heart. Just now, just now, he almost thought he was going to be beaten to death!

...Isn't it because he was beaten stupidly?

Ding Yaxuan was a little suspicious, and cautiously reached out and waved it in front of his eyes: "...Yichen, are you okay?"

Pan Yichen's dilated pupils finally refocused. He turned to look at Ding Yaxuan's face, then at the crowd of onlookers and Wen Shao standing around. Suddenly, he became emotional, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

"Yichen!" Ding Yaxuan cried out in panic. Seeing that he was covered in injuries, she didn't dare to touch him at all. She stared at Wen Shao with red eyes, "You...you've gone too far!"

"Tsk." Wen Shao didn't bother to bother with them, turned around and left. Anyway, he was in a good mood today and went home to pet the cat.

Everyone dispersed one after another, and anyone with some eyesight could see that although Wen Shao had struck hard just now, he did not hit the fatal spot. His fainting was obviously due to his poor mental quality.

Alas, don’t you think about your own strength when you’re looking for a date with someone these days?

After guessing that Pan Yichen could get out of bed and cause trouble, Wen Shao took San Shao to the song and dance hall.

This is a non-profit song and dance hall run by wealthy insiders. Without checking their ID cards, the four of Wen and Shao are already regular customers.

Under the ambiguous lights, men and women danced in the middle of the dance floor, and the background music was so loud that it made people's ears ring.

Wen Shao and the others rarely abandoned the box and ran around on the first floor.

"Alas..." After another failed attempt to strike up a conversation, Deng Shangwei came back dejectedly holding a wine glass, making Ning Yukai and Zhao Yang laugh.

The four of them are over seventeen years old, and judging from their appearance and clothing, there is no sign of being underage - except for Deng Shangwei.

Who told him that he was too young, so when inviting dance partners, he often failed.

Deng Shangwei tried to kill them with an eye knife and whispered: "When I turn eighteen, I will put my ID card on my belt and see who will call me young."

While everyone was laughing and joking, a large wave of uniformed policemen suddenly poured in outside. Wen Shao's eyes flashed, are they finally here?

The police shouted loudly: "We received a report that someone was carrying drugs in the venue. Now, everyone is not allowed to move and cooperate with the inspection."

The background music stopped, and the lights above turned bright white, illuminating everyone's confused faces: "Ah? What happened?"

China once started with drugs and almost became a slave colonized by other countries. Therefore, the control in this area is very strict. Before rushing in, the police had already surrounded the entire venue to ensure that not even a fly could fly out.

Everyone present was examined one by one. Wen Shao caught a glimpse of the man standing in front of him and subconsciously took a step back. He put his right hand in his trouser bag and never took it out.

Among a group of people who were being inspected peacefully, even though it was only a small movement, it still attracted the attention of the police.

"Come out and get checked." The policeman pointed at the man and said.

The man's face was drained of all color, and under the white light, his face was as white as white paper.

The police found a syringe with unknown liquid in his trouser pocket, which was very suspicious.

The police carefully preserved the things and prepared them for testing. The man was "invited" to be investigated on the spot. After a thorough search, they confirmed that other people were ruled out as suspects, and everyone was released.

As for the club, it has been temporarily closed pending investigation.

It wasn't until the driver drove a long distance that Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Deng Shangwei and Ning Yukai made fun of him: "I didn't expect you, Lao Yang, to be so cowardly. Can you learn from our boss and not change your mind even if the mountain collapses?"

Zhao Yang rolled his eyes angrily: "I will seize the opportunity to flatter you."

"wrong."

"what?"

"We also make sarcastic remarks."

Zhao Yang: "...Then you are really great."

Wen Shao smiled slightly: "There is really no need to be afraid. There is someone else who should be afraid."

People and things were confiscated and the club was sealed. It was Pan Yichen who should be afraid.

The police were naturally brought in by Wen Shao. He called the police anonymously and got rid of the traces to ensure that even the highest technology today would not be able to detect the traces he left behind.

In this accident, he was just an innocent rich kid who came to the venue to have fun. At most, he had the identity of a victim.

Sure enough, a few days later, the police came to inquire about the situation. The matter was serious and no clues could be ignored.

Wen Shao was a good citizen, so he naturally accepted the interrogation obediently and explained everything honestly. After taking notes, the policeman looked at him with a vague and sympathetic look.

"Thank you for your cooperation and wish you a happy life."

"Thank you." Wen Shao nodded politely.

In this three-person relationship, Wen Shao was the completely innocent one. He was inexplicably framed and harassed by a girl he had only met a few times, and then was retaliated by her boyfriend, who almost became addicted to drugs.

What a miserable man.