At this moment, Shen Xingkong was equally shocked to the core. He never expected his punch to have such power—was he a superman or a martial arts master? But he quickly recalled what Professor Shi had mentioned: adrenaline could only temporarily enhance a person's strength and explosiveness, and once the effects of the adrenaline wore off, he would revert to being an ordinary person.

He glanced hastily at the guy he had just struck. The person was writhing in pain on the ground, unable to get up, and was staring at Shen Xingkong with a look of sheer terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

Shen Xingkong estimated that the guy wasn’t seriously injured, so he left him there and quickly ran towards the third unit. He sprinted up the stairs in one breath and, to his surprise, realized that he wasn't even out of breath—almost as if he had flown up.

The door to his apartment was wide open, and inside, there were many people shouting loudly, all cursing Shen Xingkong. Some were even discussing how to have a great time at karaoke later that evening.

Shen Xingkong sneered. Since these people wanted to have a good time, he would make sure they had plenty of fun right here first.

"Hey, Shen Xingkong is back..." The person closest to the door saw Shen Xingkong stride into the apartment and immediately shouted to the others.

Within moments, a dozen people had surrounded Shen Xingkong. Most of them were his classmates, and even if they weren't, they were all from the same medical school. Wang Lei attended the medical school, so he didn’t have much interaction with people outside. His followers were all recruited from within the school.

They were holding iron pipes and wooden sticks, their faces twisted with vicious expressions, as if Shen Xingkong was prey already caught in their trap.

"I’ll say this just once..." Facing these twisted faces, Shen Xingkong remained as calm as a mountain. "We're all classmates. I don’t want to make things difficult for you. If you leave now, there’s still time."

"Hahaha..." Someone burst into wild laughter, probably thinking Shen Xingkong was an idiot. "Shen Xingkong, Big Brother Lei sent us here to say hello to you."

"Sigh..." Shen Xingkong let out a long sigh. It seemed that for some people, violence was the only answer.

"Screw you..." Finally, someone couldn’t hold back any longer and swung a stick at Shen Xingkong’s shoulder. The stick whizzed through the air with a sharp sound.

Unfortunately, the stick hit nothing but air. The person wielding it was momentarily stunned, only to see a fist suddenly growing larger in front of him before it landed on his face.

"Ah..." He cried out in pain, dropped the stick, and clutched his nose, with blood flowing freely between his fingers.

"Damn it, all together now!" another person howled, and the dozen or so people attacked simultaneously, swinging iron pipes and wooden sticks at Shen Xingkong from all directions.

At this moment, Shen Xingkong was like a ghost, weaving in and out between the iron pipes and wooden sticks with incredible speed. Wang Lei’s minions were relentless, determined to beat Shen Xingkong to a pulp.

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"Ah..."

"...Ah..."

"...Aaaah..."

The apartment was filled with the sound of screams. The attackers went from being excited to being frustrated, then to being terrified. Despite outnumbering him, they couldn’t even touch a hair on Shen Xingkong’s head, and whenever Shen Xingkong struck back, his punches and kicks left them in a pitiful state.

"Wham!"

Finally, one guy managed to land a blow on Shen Xingkong. He was wielding a wooden stick, which smashed into Shen Xingkong’s back. Elated, he thought this would surely bring Shen Xingkong down, allowing the others to pile on and turn him into a lifeless heap, completely unable to fight back.

However, something unbelievable happened again. Shen Xingkong didn’t even flinch, as if the hit had merely scratched an itch.

Shen Xingkong turned around, grinned at him, and then kicked him so hard that he flew across the room and landed on the other side of the sofa.

This was a completely one-sided fight. The dozen or so attackers could barely touch Shen Xingkong, and even when they did, he seemed unaffected, as if he had lost all sense of pain. Meanwhile, Shen Xingkong kept looking for opportunities to counterattack, and anyone he hit was immediately rendered incapable of fighting, left writhing in pain on the floor.

The brawl ended after ten minutes, leaving Shen Xingkong as the only one standing in the living room. The dozen or so idiots who had come to teach him a lesson had instead been brutally beaten.

Standing tall, Shen Xingkong looked down at these classmates, who had always looked down on him and treated him like a joke in class. Now, they were the ones writhing on the floor, screaming in pain, with the worst of them having had his testicles crushed by a kick.

"I’m going to count to three. If you’re not gone by then... don’t even think about leaving... 1, 2..." Shen Xingkong's voice was icy, each word sharp as ice shards.

By the time he reached two, the living room was nearly empty. Despite the intense pain, no one wanted to stay and face the terrifying Shen Xingkong.

One guy who had been kicked in the groin was slow to leave. As he approached the door, Shen Xingkong grabbed him by the collar.

"Shen... Brother Shen..." The guy was so scared his face turned green, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Where’s Wang Lei? Why didn’t he come?" Shen Xingkong asked.

"Big Brother Lei is waiting at the... at the karaoke... for us..." The guy was so terrified he was babbling nonsense.

"Hmph, you brainless fools letting yourselves be used like dogs. What’s the point of your life?"

"I... No... No point... Brother Shen, please don’t hit me again. Let me go!" The guy was so terrified he was on the verge of wetting himself.

"Get lost!" Shen Xingkong kicked him out the door.

With the immediate threat dealt with, Shen Xingkong looked around his empty living room, pondering whether to strike while the iron was hot and pay Wang Lei a visit at the karaoke.

A scumbag like Wang Lei wouldn’t stop unless he hit a wall. Maybe a severe beating would make him back off for good.

As he was thinking this, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Could it be that Wang Lei had sent more people? Shen Xingkong spun around, his eyes filled with murderous intent, but instead of an enemy, he saw Chang Le’s shocked face.

Chang Le was holding car keys, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Old Shen... you... are you okay?"

"I’m fine. Why are you here?" Shen Xingkong frowned.

"I was worried you’d come home tonight and get ambushed by Wang Lei! But when I got here, I saw all those guys running away. You’re still here—what happened?" Chang Le scratched his head, unable to figure it out.

"Yeah, they came to cause trouble. But after my heartfelt persuasion and guidance, they all put down their weapons and turned over a new leaf." Shen Xingkong couldn’t think of a reasonable explanation, so he just made something up.

"Are you sick? Those guys turning over a new leaf? Then I might as well become a monk!" Chang Le obviously didn’t believe him.

"Sigh, we’ll talk about it later! Oh, right, didn’t you drive here? Let’s go to the karaoke Wang Lei usually... usually... uh..." As Shen Xingkong spoke, he suddenly swayed on the spot.

"What’s wrong with you?" Chang Le noticed that Shen Xingkong didn’t look right, with heavy bloodshot eyes.

"I’m... I’m fine..."

Shen Xingkong didn’t even have time to figure out what was happening to him. He just felt dizzy, his heart racing as if it were about to explode, and then everything went black as he passed out.