"Great! A decisive man!" Master Qiao finally laid out his terms. "Highlight! I must be honest with you—though our Long-Feng Hall boasts over two thousand brothers, we're currently facing both internal and external challenges. Internally, we've been artificially divided into four separate factions. Externally, the Black Tiger Clan, long regarded as the leading force in Hanhai City's underworld, has openly challenged us across various sectors thanks to a protective umbrella orchestrated by someone. Despite our wealth, we lack influence and power. Thus, we've had to endure. But now, after three years of patience, it's time to strike back." "The Black Tiger Clan?" Highlight wasn't unfamiliar with them—ranked only behind Long-Feng Hall as the city's second-largest clan. Yet this rising force has developed rapidly and now rivals or even surpasses Long-Feng Hall in strength. "There's a street near your school called Xuzhuxiang Street, one of the most bustling commercial avenues in Hanhai City, stretching one kilometer in length. Yet, this vibrant street has been divided among the three major gangs of Hanhai City—our Longfeng Hall controls one-fifth, the Heishu Gang holds three-fifths, and the Mahou Gang takes the remaining one-fifth." Qiao nodded, sighing. "How about that?" Qiao was truly generous—right away, they split the profits evenly. Ye Qian quietly calculated in her mind: just on that street, the monthly management fees collected amounted to 100,000 yuan. If divided equally, Gao Huang would receive 50,000 yuan each month. What a win! "Deal!" Gao Huang shook Qiao's hand tightly. After leaving Longfeng Hall, Gao Liang took a taxi and returned to Hanhai City No.1 High School. Just as he arrived at the classroom door of Class 3-1, the bell for the final class rang. Yet Liu Heigou was lecturing passionately, spitting out words like a fountain, while Gao Liang found himself deeply unimpressed—especially when Liu Heigou leaned in so closely to Zhang Yuping, who was diligently taking notes, that his face nearly touched hers. Zhang Yuping remained completely absorbed in her notes and was entirely unaware of Liu Heigou’s close, intrusive presence. Gao Liang could no longer bear it—this Liu Heigou, who had clearly grown increasingly proud simply because he hadn’t been dismissed by the principal. Liu Heigou’s arrogance lay in attributing all of Zhang Yuping’s outstanding achievements solely to his own efforts. At every teaching meeting, he would boast extensively about how he had devoted considerable thought and effort to nurturing students like Zhang Yuping. In reality, Gao Liang and the students all knew that Zhang Yuping’s excellence was the result of her own tireless dedication and hard work. Viewing Zhang Yurong as a "golden brand" and a "glittering asset," Gao Liang simply couldn't bear it anymore. Man, senior year students were already under enough pressure—why were the classes still being endlessly extended? Gao Liang saw that many students weren't even listening to Liu Heigou's repetitive, meaningless explanations—they were constantly checking their watches, having already lost ten minutes of class time. For most of them, those ten minutes felt incredibly long, like birds trapped in a cage, deprived of the fresh air and freedom to breathe. Gao Liang felt it was his duty to uphold justice. Now, he had already become a capable super-being. Today, his luck had truly turned—both the weather and his own abilities had aligned perfectly. He had mastered two superpowers: risk management and electrical-based abilities. He had been struggling to find a chance to truly shine—now, here it was, finally coming into play. Standing outside the classroom, naturally, Liu Heigou noticed him. Yet at that moment, he deliberately chose to ignore him. After all, such a struggling student—so long as he didn't cause any trouble—was fine. He'd just wait until graduation and Liu Heigou might have been too enthusiastic, or perhaps something else—anyway, he’s been particularly fond of hovering near Zhang Yuping lately, delivering long, passionate speeches. After all, the student is not only beautiful but also outstanding academically. As he speaks, his energy grows stronger, especially when gazing at the attractive young woman. Liu Heigou, still buzzing with excitement, had his upper and lower front teeth knocked out, splattering blood all over the ground. "Oh my goodness! My goodness!" he gasped, his lips trembling and his facial muscles convulsing with pain. "Who dares to do such a thing—attack the teacher! Come out and face me! Otherwise, I'll report this to the headmaster!" Despite the intense pain, Liu Heigou stared fiercely at the classmates, his face blazing with anger. Liu Qiang had already tucked the slingshot into his waist, and with his outer coat shielding him, he maintained a calm, composed demeanor—so how could he possibly reveal the truth about the culprit? Class monitor Zhang Yuping couldn't bear it anymore. She stepped forward and addressed the entire class: "Regardless of whether everyone likes attending class, I believe it's wrong to strike the teacher. After all, our knowledge comes from the teacher's hard work and lectures." I don’t want to talk about any grand principles—just hope that classmates who have studied under the teacher will step forward and openly admit their mistakes. To be willing to admit one’s own errors, I believe, is also something truly worthy of respect!