Bai Yang spent the whole night working on the manuscript, and the next day he woke up early to continue revising. He finally managed to submit the manuscript just in time before the noon deadline.
He let out a sigh of relief, sent a text message to Shao Cheng saying he would come over soon, and then got up to start packing his belongings.
There wasn’t much to pack, as Shao Cheng wouldn’t allow him to take those old things back with him. So, basically, it was just the luggage he had brought back last time and hadn’t touched since. He turned off his computer, placed it in his luggage, briefly tidied up the room, and covered the furniture with plastic sheets to prevent dust.
In his subconscious, he still felt that sooner or later, he would move out of Shao Cheng’s house. It might not necessarily be back here; this place was just a temporary stop for him, and the same applied to Shao Cheng’s house.
His true “home” was probably just that small hospital room. After all, where there were loved ones, that was considered home.
Dragging his not-so-small suitcase out of the door, Bai Yang was looking down, contemplating using a ride-hailing app on his phone. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he noticed someone blocking his path.
He looked up and his heart sank instantly.
Song Chi and four others were standing in front of him, each holding a club. Song Chi had bandages on his face, covering the place where Bai Yang had punched him yesterday.
“Hey, quite brave of you to come out. We’ve been waiting for you for a while,” Song Chi sneered.
Bai Yang put away his phone.
His dad’s phone was already broken, and he didn’t want to break the one Shao Cheng had given him as well.
Seeing his action, Song Chi sarcastically remarked, “Impressive, within just one night, someone bought you a new phone again?”
Bai Yang showed no fear and mockingly smiled, “You’re impressive too. Within just one night, you managed to embarrass yourself again?”
Regardless, begging for mercy wouldn’t work, and he wouldn’t do it anyway. Song Chi wouldn’t actually kill him or anything extreme. At most, he might break a few bones, but Song’s family wouldn’t allow their own son to cause a big scandal that would tarnish their business image.
Upon hearing this, Song Chi’s anger flared up instantly. He shouted hysterically at the few accomplices next to him, “Hit him! Beat him hard!”
Even before Song Chi’s words had settled, Bai Yang had quickly rushed towards them. He delivered a punch straight to Song Chi’s face, knocking down one accomplice in the blink of an eye. Before the others could react, Bai Yang sprinted forward with all his might, aiming to run to the road in front of the residential building to call for help.
However, just as he was about to escape, a heavy blow from behind struck his back with excruciating bluntness.
He let out a muffled groan as he fell to the ground, his whole body in intense pain, with several places scraped, especially his knees.
He struggled to get up and continue running, and in a brief moment, he seemed to see a familiar car parked not far away on the roadside. But before he could think further, Song Chi and his group caught up. In an instant, a barrage of punches and kicks rained down on him like a storm, causing continuous and numbing pain.
Bai Yang tightly clutched his head, curling up to minimize the area of impact. He didn’t know who started using the clubs first, but the blows were painful. Luckily, his bones were strong and hadn’t broken temporarily, but if this continued, it was probably only a matter of minutes.
The four people formed a circle, relentlessly beating him on the ground. His vision was filled with shifting shadows, and there was no trace of light. He gritted his teeth, his mouth gradually tainted with the taste of blood, and his consciousness began to fade.
That day, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to make it to Shao Cheng’s house…
