e the exercises themselves and thought it was material given to Su Cen by his teacher. Su Cen wasn't bothered to reveal this.It was only after everyone got on the same bus heading to the exam venue th...The Great Metamorphosis Chapter 76: Collision

When he stepped out of the white Fudan car, he adjusted his Tang-style floral shirt. He was a typical wastrel who valued loyalty to those close to him and could be relied upon, being friends with Wei Dingding, Du Dawei, and others. Since high school, he had been quite active, eventually getting expelled from his school. Afterwards, he attended several schools in Jiangsu, Henan, Northeast Dalian, living a more carefree life compared to Wang Weiw ei and others. Even Lin Zhouda, who usually looked down on people, thought this guy was wilder than him. Using his father's words, if not properly disciplined, he would cause trouble.

Although he might be considered the leading figure among a certain group of people, Zheng Mingchuan was much more prominent. His relationship with Wei Dingding allowed him to help each other out at any time, but towards Wang Weiw ei, it was somewhat insincere; he didn't like Wang's pale and shady appearance. The reason Simply because Lin Ge.

Later on, he vaguely heard that a person named Su Cen had emerged in their small circle, someone many people were talking about as coming from Rongcheng or Shanghai.

He didn't expect Wei Dingding to contact him regarding this matter. He disliked overly prominent individuals, and coupled with his earlier impression of Wang Weiw ei's group, Su Cen simply wouldn’t be in his sights; he thought they might clash if they met.

It turned out that such conjectures didn't last long before becoming reality. Wei Dingding had flipped over this matter, warning this person named Su Cen. Zheng Mingchuan found it extremely exciting, feeling that Wei Dingding was indecisive due to his relationship with Wang Weiw ei and often got the short end of the stick because of it. He would complain about it at dinner tables.

Now finally, they were going to take action against Su Cen, something Zheng Mingchuan had longed for. If Wang Weiw ei objected, he could only flip over it; he'd been waiting for that moment for a long time.

"This teahouse is run by my relative's friend and is an affiliated company of the Shanghai Electric Bureau’s diversified operations. It's better to block him outside rather than cause trouble inside." A friend next to Zheng Mingchuan whispered, showing increasing professionalism in their considerations.

Zheng Mingchuan went upstairs; originally, Wei Dingding had told them they were planning to find Su Cen at school, but unexpectedly, this time they ran into him. Someone from the group that saw Su Cen here last time called Zheng Mingchuan directly after finding out what happened. Zheng Mingchuan, who was hanging around with friends in a bar, rushed over without hesitation.

They finally saw Su Cen sitting at the table and didn't plan to cause trouble inside the teahouse. They sat beside him, staring threateningly at those in between. These people were clearly from society's rougher circles, starkly different from the college-student-like appearance of Su Cen’s group.

Zhang Yue's group tried their best to act normally and ignore others' gazes, but it was forced; who wouldn't be nervous

Zhang Yue was most worried. His parents had just called him to pick him up on the way home. Zhang Yue’s family was strict, and he hadn’t yet reached adulthood. Although he was now in university, he still lived in Shanghai, so his parents continued to treat him as before, only relaxing some restrictions. Whenever he went out past ten at night, his phone would ring non-stop until they picked him up.

Though his parents might not let these people do much once they arrived, if they saw such a situation, Zhang Yue could be grounded for three months at least.

Su Cen sat calmly and composedly despite the tension; nobody dared to say anything more than what was necessary.

The girls on the table were close to tears, while the guys tried their best to remain calm. Everyone weighed the situation in their minds—these people looked like troublemakers, all of them carrying a rough demeanor and significantly taller than the average heights of the boys there.

Only one person thought that these people were after Su Cen, not involving them; moreover, Su Cen had good relations with several middle-aged men and Luo Zhiyi. There shouldn't be any major issues. However, since Luo Zhiyi only met him once, he might not intervene much in such matters.

Zheng Mingchuan walked up to the table, sized up Su Cen for a moment, then pulled out a chair and sat beside him, placing his hand on Su Cen's shoulder as if they were old friends catching up.

"You are Su Chan Do you know why I am looking for you"

Zheng Mingchuan came alone, but his calm attitude itself gave people an invisible pressure. Zhang Yue and several friends did not say a word; the girls holding coffee cups didn’t care about their table manners either at this moment, touching the edges of their cups with their lips in a meaningless manner, as if it could conceal their anxiousness inside.

Who would want to fight for no reason They weren't the type who had a strong aggressive streak or had ever been involved in fights before. However, such small-scale conflicts did happen from time to time after entering university, but these didn’t align with their core values as they transitioned towards adulthood.

Seeing this group of people now, everyone noticed that the common characteristic among them was a murderous aura and brutality, making it seem somewhat professional. This made everyone staring at Su Chan feel worried, and some even had a fear that they might be affected by association.

Su Chan felt repulsed towards Zheng Mingchuan’s hand placed on his shoulder. While such unpredictable behavior from Zheng Mingchuan could make others think he was powerful, to Su Chan, it was nothing more than a show of posturing.

People like Pei Fengshan would rather others believe him to be foolish, while young men like Zheng Mingchuan would hope that everyone thinks they are mature—this is the difference between them.

"If you truly have something against me, get your people behind you to talk to me directly. Don’t do this underhandedly."

After Su Chan finished his last sentence, some of Zheng Mingchuan's entourage stood up, only to be pushed down again by others; a few laughed with a malicious look at Su Chan as if they were sketching out how he would die next.

Zheng Mingchuan’s expression froze. He patted Su Chan on the shoulder and pulled back his hand, whispering, "Who do you think you are Do you even have any bargaining chips"

He then turned to the people around the tables with a sharp gaze. “What are you waiting for For me to treat you to late-night snacks Get lost.”

A security guard wearing a red beret came over from this teahouse, passing cigarettes to a man in his late twenties or early thirties: "Brother Zhao, it’s not appropriate here. Give me a little face; I can’t explain this to my superiors."

"It will be resolved quickly, no worries—it's just a minor issue," said the man indifferently but with a smile, as he was from the child of an executive in the power bureau, and the club belonged to a subsidiary under the power bureau. The guard could only step aside upon hearing this, while making a phone call to the general manager; they did nothing until the situation became critical.

The girls at the table immediately stood up, their hands with painted nails trembling as they picked up their phones and bags from the table—no wonder them, for they had never encountered such conflict in their comfortable lives. They all wanted to protect themselves now; thoughts of being stimulated or excited were far off, and they just wanted to go home and sleep.

But it was awkward for the men at the table, as even though they could stay out of this mess, Zheng Mingchuan telling them to leave made their leaving seem like an answer to his command.

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Zheng Mingchuan turned around and slapped Zhang Yue's face with a swift and vicious slap. This slap was meant as a warning to others, sending a message to Su Chan. Zhang Yue didn’t react in time; he was stunned by the blow. Standing at 184 cm tall, facing Zheng Mingchuan who was only 172 cm, instead of retaliating out of reflex, he covered his swelling face and stood rooted to the spot, still refusing to stand up from the anger boiling inside him.

Zheng Mingchuan looked at Zhang Yue, flexed his numbed fingers, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Then, he smiled at Su Chan, saying, “Your friend has quite a backbone, huh Want me to put his face in the drain and see if he still stands firm”

"What do you guys want Be clear about it. I don't know what's going on," Su Cen asked.

"We're not here to cause trouble. We just give you two choices. With so many of us here, we don't want to be accused of blocking your way. In case we meet each other in the future, if we make things too tough for you now and then bump into each other later on, it would be awkward. So, choose one person from among us, and fight him alone. If you win, leave without any hindrance. If you lose, I hope not to run into you anywhere in Shanghai," Zheng Mingchuan looked at his friends. All the people there were tough guys he knew from the social scene. Any of them would be a match for Su Cen who would have a hard time dealing with.

"The second choice is that you promise to stop all contact with Lin Luoran starting today and cut off any connection with her. If you are man enough to make this commitment, then no one will stop you from leaving," Zheng Mingchuan pointed at the table. As long as Su Cen made that promise, it was clear that the issue would be settled. Although Lin Luoran hated him so much, she didn't matter. He had never cared what Lin Luoran thought of him. Even if she became his sister-in-law and despised him for life, he wouldn't mind.

However, in the eyes of a smart woman like Lin Luoran, Su Cen was threatened and told her to end their contact. No matter how close they were before, cracks would form between them after this incident.

Su Cen's heart burned with anger as he said nonchalantly, "I choose the first option. As for my opponent, I want you."

When Zheng Mingchuan was startled and his eyes widened suddenly, he jumped up but stumbled into a chair that Su Cen had kicked away.

The scene was frozen in shock when they saw how daringly Su Cen dared to challenge Zheng Mingchuan under such disadvantageous circumstances. He didn't waste time or hesitate; he took him by surprise and struck immediately.

Gao Lan and He Shile who had just come out of the restroom were trembling with fear, standing beside their side. After Zhang Yue was slapped in the face, they could no longer stand aloof. They rummaged through their phones frantically, trying to think whom to call for help but their minds went blank. This situation reminded them of someone chasing them from behind and desperately inserting a key into the lock hole without success.

The strategy of capturing the enemy's king is to attack the opponent's weakest point using one’s own sharpness. It is also about concentrating one’s superior forces on weak enemies, thereby defeating them one by one. Su Cen’s mind was now full of such strategic ideas.

His target was Zheng Mingchuan.

Zheng Mingchuan dodged to the side and crashed into a table. He concentrated all his intelligence and reactions to quickly dodge dangerous locations like the edge of the table. Su Cen, with his shoulder as leverage, jumped off the ground and rushed towards where Zheng Mingchuan was still trying to regain balance.

Everything happened in an instant; only when it was over did people around them react.

Su Cen’s height of 1.8 meters and weight of 140 pounds made him perfect for a technique that relied on his own body weight as the momentum to ram into his opponent. This move was far more powerful than punching or kicking.

Indeed, when Su Cen approached Zheng Mingchuan, he had already jumped off the ground and performed an almost flawless flying tackle.

The only sound that could be heard was the dull thud of bodies colliding, followed by Zheng Mingchuan’s shocked cry. He went airborne at a sharp angle, overturning two clusters of tables and chairs, landing on another table where men gasped in shock while women screamed. Coffee cups and teacups fell to the ground with a clatter.

But Su Cen wasn’t doing too well either. The momentum didn’t stop after his collision; he rolled once on the floor before almost knocking over another table. He then managed to stand up, leaning against a chair for support.

The expressions of those watching from across the room were varied but mostly stunned. Some were ready to be enraged and pull out knives in an attempt to help Zheng Mingchuan take down Su Cen.

No matter what, today Dali has been quite lively. Regardless of whether they were from Beijing, Shanghai, or Chengdu, Zheng Mingchuan, who is acknowledged as one of the more outstanding individuals among Wei Dingding's group, was originally planning to cause trouble for Su Can and Wang Weiwei’s line, only to be knocked down first.

Boom! Zheng Mingchuan stood up amidst the chaos, his head smeared with a mixture of tea leaves and coffee. As he got up, glass shards fell off him in clumps. He wiped his face, his voice nearly hoarse: "Don't let him get away. Today, I'll personally send him to the hospital."

Everyone stood up simultaneously and moved towards Su Can from all directions. At this moment, the security guards realized that things had gotten out of hand and rushed over to intervene; as a result, some people left after paying their bill while others watched the spectacle in fascination.

A moment ago, he acted with righteous indignation. But now, Su Can reckoned that he didn't have the ability to fight ten enemies alone. Calming Zheng Mingchuan just then had already been at the limit of his capabilities. If those guys like Pei Fengshan weren’t within his calculations and lacked professional ethics, he might have needed to flee as a strategy. He could ride through alleys on his Giant bicycle, evading capture by Zheng Mingchuan's group.

Just when Su Can was preparing to temporarily evade the situation while the other party was being restrained by security guards, Pei Fengshan, who had been smiling throughout, finally stood up from the booth and slowly walked towards Su Can.

Facing the aggressive crowd, he said: "Gentlemen, don't shout for blood. No man with backbone will fear shedding blood. Since we are all adults, let's resolve matters through calm discussion rather than resorting to violence."

Pei Fengshan's speech was both frustrating and bold; this group had some experience in the underworld but wasn’t afraid of people like Su Can or those who bluster about a showdown. They were somewhat intimidated by Pei Fengshan, an influential middle-aged man.

The leader said with a deep voice: "What's your relationship to him This has nothing to do with you."

Pei Fengshan smiled slightly at the contradictory statements. He replied calmly, "The safety of our clients is tied to the security of borrowed funds and falls under our company’s risk control issues. How can this not concern me" Pei Fengshan then checked his watch: "Little Wang and others should be arriving now."

A black Santana pulled up outside the club as several sturdy men in their thirties rushed over.

Standing next to Pei Fengshan, dressed impeccably with sinister glances at everyone present, were none other than the department manager of the company's asset protection division, Wang Yae: "When Mr. Pei received your call, we all came straight over. If there aren't enough men here, I'll bring more."

Among Zheng Mingchuan’s friends, a few had been active in society for many years and recognized the department manager of Pei Fengshan's company, Wang Yae as someone who used to be well-known in their circles. They immediately reined themselves in and whispered something into Zheng Mingchuan’s ear; his complexion turned uncertain as he glared at Su Can while biting his lip until it bled before leaving with the others.

Su Can didn't have time to thank Pei Fengshan, who patted him on the shoulder: "Men are bound to act rashly from time to time. But you were so calm when negotiating business with me earlier. Today is enough; I'll be going now. We’ll proceed as planned and contact each other by phone."

Pei Fengshan left, and those who had been discussing the project with Su Can—such as Chairman Wang, General Manager Zhang, Luo Zhiyi et al.—also bid their farewells in succession; none of them expected such an incident. Interestingly, Luo Zhiyi kept watching from a distance, smiling when he passed by Su Can: "If I were you, I'd have knocked that kid down and thrown wine bottles at him until he remembers your name with fear."

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang got out of their car and rushed upstairs upon hearing about the incident in the club; they ran into Zhang Yue and others.

The moment He Shile, Gao Lan, et al., who had just recovered from the shocking encounter with Su Can, saw Mr. and Mrs. Zhang, they secretly panicked.

Seeing Father Zhang's stern face and Mother Zhang's heartache coupled with her urge to slap Zhang Yue again, everyone was intimidated, feeling as if they'd escaped a wolf den only to fall into a tiger's mouth. They muttered: "Uncle Zhang, Aunt Yang."lli."While Liu Rui was sprinkling flower roots into his bowl, he didn't show any sign of respect. Xue Yi Yang scooped a large spoonful of fermented broad bean paste and added it to the bowl with a pla...