"Get out!" With a sharp command, the Four Pillars supported each other, staggering and fleeing as if in panic. At that moment, Gao Liang truly felt the thrill of being deeply embedded in the underworld. If one day he became the boss, with a loyal team of brothers who had fought through countless hardships, simply issuing orders—sending anyone he wished to fight—and making his opponents truly bow to him, that would be nothing short of glorious! "Master! You made several critical mistakes just now!" Ying'er's words strongly challenged Gao Liang's confidence. "You should have retreated earlier. If you had, you would have earned 10 points of authority value!" Gao Liang picked up the steel pipe he had twisted into a knot on the ground, his gaze firm and his tone resolute. "Even if I die, I will never bow to them!" In his heart, Ying'er admired her master's unyielding spirit. At that moment, Gaoang walked over to Ye Qian, who was still trembling. Ye Qian, dressed only in a triangle brief, blushed deeply. Without hesitation, Gaoang took off his outermost wind coat and draped it over her, wrapping it tightly around her. As he did so, he gently squeezed a bit of oil and then reached to fondle her full buttocks, patting her delicate shoulders and saying, "Don't be afraid! The bad people have been driven away! They won't dare to bother you again!" "Liang-gong! Why are you being so kind to me?" Ye Qian turned her head to gaze at Gaoang, who beamed and replied, "What do you think?" Ye Qian stood still, her head bowed, unable to meet his eyes—her face flushed all the way up to her neck. When she finally lifted her head, she found Gaoang had already gone. The stack of money beside her remained untouched and intact. "What's happening to me? Whenever Liang-gong is near, my heart pounds so loudly!" Ye Qian thought to herself. Gao Liang returned to the boys' dormitory at Hanhai No.1 Middle School. Since he had given his windbreaker to Ye Qian, he came back wearing only a shirt. Fu-Zhuang Deng, Wusi Yang, and Soft-Egg Wu burst into laughter, asking, "Boss, off to the casino, huh? We've lost all our clothes!" Gao Liang didn't immediately answer but simply asked his three companions, "Who among you has cigarettes on hand?" Fu-Zhuang Deng and Wusi Yang patted their pockets and shook their heads, while Soft-Egg Wu beamed with excitement, pulling out a large handful of cigarettes from his pocket. Gao Liang and the other two were amazed—there were brands like Zhonghua, Hongta, Baisha, Ligroup, Nanjing, Qipilang, Da Hong Ying, and Fuqiong Wang. A dryness in his throat and a parched tongue settled in. "Wu! Where did you get all these cigarettes?" Gao Liang asked, staring at Soft-Egg Wu with a tone of inquiry. In Gao Liang's mind, Wu had always been timid and cautious, rarely smoking—how could he suddenly have Wu, the soft-egg guy, said with pride, "Boss, all these are gifts from some of the lower-year students!" Fat Deng and awkward Yang burst out laughing and even raised their thumbs in approval, saying, "You really are something!" Yet Gao remained serious, holding Wu's collar firmly, saying, "Are you constantly trying to promote my reputation? My reputation's already bad enough! A typical first-year dropout—poor grades, terrible sports performance, lazy, always hanging out at the internet cafes! Now you're trying to make a big deal out of it!" Clearly, Gao thought Wu had taken credit for his reputation just like Zhou Chao's underlings had done. Hearing this, Wu's legs went weak, and he looked downcast, quickly pleading, "Boss, how could I possibly do that? It wasn't until a few days ago on the basketball court that you stood up for us three and gave that strong performance against Zhou Chao's group. Since then, many students have started to take notice of us. They want to gain your favor through me—want to make you their leader! I just said you like smoking." Those people listened carefully and immediately handed me all these, saying they were honoring you! "Ha! Ha! Ha! I never knew being the head of the group could come with such benefits!" High Liang immediately loosened his grip on Wu, the soft-spoken one. "Head, those smoking youths who came to pay their respects will be waiting for you in the small park on campus after school tomorrow!" Wu added. "You little pest, you're always causing trouble!" Liang muttered, though inside he was already beaming with joy—being the head of No. 1 High School was truly great! He could now move with confidence, protected and admired. "Liang, ever since you've become the head of No. 1 High School, no one has dared to challenge my round belly anymore!" Deng, the plump one, felt absolutely relieved. "Indeed! Yesterday, my high-end DVD was delivered by Liu Qiang, one of Zhou Chao's subordinates! Wait—where are my discs? I have so many! Especially the two discs of *Jin Pin Mei* and *Shaolin Temple*—where have they gone?" Yang, the reserved one, asked. "I have those two right here "It's all thanks to the elder brother—don't worry, don't worry!" Wuyi, leaning in closer to Gao Liang's ear, whispered softly, "That Pan Jinlian, you've seen her, haven't you? Isn't she impressive?" "I'm really pure!" Gao Liang said, while secretly relieved that he hadn't had any close encounters with Pan Jinlian. "But the elder brother is blushing! And still claims to be pure?" Wuyi said right in front of all the guys. "Actually, the elder brother, are you and Zhang Yurong truly pure?" Feizhu Deng asked cautiously. Gao Liang took a deep drag on his cigarette, gazed out the window, and spoke softly, "Zhang Yurong—truthfully, I don't feel anything for her." "Unless there's a ghost, we won't believe you!" All three brothers laughed. ... Now in high school, as a senior, studies were incredibly intense, with packed daily schedules. Yet Gao Liang remained indifferent to his studies. That day, he received a pile of subject test papers, which he barely glanced at—instead, he simply piled them all up and Highlighted played a day of the game "CrossFire" on his super portable computer. This time, due to reaching a new level in both physical energy and mental focus, he felt more confident and fluent in the game, and within no time, another 100 yuan had accumulated in the game account he registered under. Though currently without a job, the income he earned through gaming was sufficient to cover his monthly living and study expenses. With a bit more effort, he could achieve a monthly income of 1,000 yuan, which would allow him to continue helping his parents repay their 100,000-yuan debt. As he was about to be the last one to leave the classroom, a clear and pleasant voice stopped him. Turning around, he saw Class Monitor Zhang Yuping and Study Monitor Dong Jiao staring at him. "Go on, what's up?" Highlighted continued playing the game, completely absorbed, not even lifting his head. Study Monitor Dong Jiao looked at Class Monitor Zhang Yuping, as if asking what to do next. Zhang Yuping gritted her teeth and shouted loudly at Gao Liang, "Gao Liang! This month, you've missed seven classes and haven't submitted twenty-three assignments. I'm asking you—do you even want to attend university?" "Does this have anything to do with you? Haha!" Gao Liang looked carelessly indifferent, making Zhang Yuping跺 her feet in frustration. Dong Jiao quickly stepped in and gently said, "Let's save time—let's just report this situation to the principal!" At that moment, the phone rang urgently—Gao Liang's phone. Upon answering, it was Wu, the soft-spoken one, calling, "Boss, all the teammates have gathered—we're just waiting for you to give your speech!"