Hearing Li Xiang shout after him to stop, Zhou Yuelong realized that Li Xiang must have already known his identity, so he turned around:

"What's the matter?"

The two bodyguards beside him saw Li Xiang approaching Zhou Yuelong and quickly nervously positioned themselves in front of him for protection.

"You two fools move aside, he wouldn't dare touch me, just try."

Zhou Yuelong was increasingly displeased with his bodyguards; comparing people can drive one mad. These two really couldn't grow some brains. Would the other party dare touch him knowing his identity?

"Did Young Master Zhou drop something?"

"Did I?"

Zhou Yuelong checked himself and found nothing missing.

"Aren't you planning to take these pieces of trash with you? Our teacher taught us from a young age not to litter everywhere."

Li Xiang pointed at the people from Longdao Hall, the meaning quite clear: in his eyes, these people were trash. He then asked the children present: "Kids, didn't the teacher teach us like this?"

"Yes."

The innocent and naive children didn't understand what was happening; they just thought that this impressive big brother was right, and that was indeed what their teacher taught them.

"You..."

Zhou Yuelong was instantly infuriated, already full of anger, and now being mocked by Li Xiang, he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

"The last person to provoke me like this has already been feeding fish in the river."

If the anti-gang unit weren't around, he would have already taken down Li Xiang. He wanted to teach him a lesson, but unfortunately found out that no one around him could take him on unless he used a gun.

But once a gun is used, it becomes a major case, a gun case that has to be solved, and even he wouldn't want to resort to using a gun under the watchful eye of the anti-gang unit.

This made him very uncomfortable.

"Everyone heard it, the third young master of Baolong Group admitted to throwing people into the river to feed fish."

With one sentence from Li Xiang, Zhou Yuelong felt like he was about to spit blood. Although unintentional, it was a slip of the tongue revealing the truth. By saying this, the parents present were immediately convinced and began dragging their children away from Zhou Yuelong; some even called the police.

"Hello, I'd like to report a crime. The third young master of Baolong Group has confessed to murder. I have a video as evidence."

It so happened that this parent had recorded a long video, capturing everything that transpired.

"Everyone shut up, take pictures of these people, and anyone who dares to say one more word, watch how I'll deal with you."

Sure enough, when they saw the bodyguards pointing phone cameras at them, the parents quickly covered their children's faces and avoided eye contact with Zhou Yuelong because he was a big shot they couldn't afford to provoke.

Zhou Yuelong finally realized that Li Xiang was more troublesome than he'd imagined. With the tension between them escalating to this point, he couldn't kill him now. If Li Xiang died, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't clear his name.

He could only glare angrily at Li Xiang.

Upon seeing Zhou Yuelong's frantic eyes, Li Xiang also felt uncertain, hoping not to push this guy too much lest he retaliate out of desperation.

But on second thought, perhaps he was overestimating his own importance. Even if he wanted to, Zhou Yuelong might not; he's still enjoying his comfortable life, after all, so was there a need?

"Kid, don't get cocky. I'll be back in ten days."

"Next time, find someone with some skills, or you'll tarnish Young Master Zhou's reputation."

This comment from Li Xiang hit Zhou Yuelong right where it hurt. He used to think the people around him were formidable but only realized now, through comparison, that they were garbage.

He once thought highly of Wang Yong, but now he couldn't even be bothered to look at him.

Having said his piece, he stormed off angrily.

Seeing Zhou Yuelong leave, the people from Longdao Hall felt utterly embarrassed and left with the unconscious Wang Yong in tow.

The parents cheered when they left.

When Zhou Yuelong had been intimidating them, they were truly afraid of retaliation. But now, seeing Li Xiang boldly stand up to him and defeat them without fear of money, they felt a sense of pride as if standing with Jingwu Martial Arts Hall.

This outcome resulted in a surge of enrollments immediately following.

"Hello, this is the Intermediate Class. We only accept students, not parents."

"Why not accept parents? I want to sign up with Jingwu Martial Arts Hall; I have money."

Having witnessed Li Xiang's impressive handling of Longdao Hall, the parents were fired up, wishing they were the ones on the arena.

They wanted to sign up for classes themselves, to train alongside their children.

"I want to sign up too. As they say, 'Like father, like son,' we should train together."

"Okay, Dad."

This situation was something that Li Xiang and the others hadn't anticipated.

They originally thought that this incident would boost their course sales, but they didn't expect even the parents to rush to sign up, adding pressure on them.

With 48 classes a year, the registration fees for the beginner, intermediate, and advanced levels were 4,800 yuan, 7,200 yuan, and 9,600 yuan respectively, which wasn't cheap, but most people were signing up blindly according to the different school ages.

"Master, it's not working out. The number of enrollees is too many, and even parents are signing up. I understand parents signing up for the intermediate class, but why are some registering for the beginner class? Our courses won't be able to keep up, Master, think of a solution."

Hearing the report from the disciple responsible for scheduling classes, Li Xiang was taken aback: "Why would parents sign up for the beginner class? It's chaos."

"We didn't want it either; they insisted on signing up for the beginner class and threw money in my face. I couldn't refuse."

Li Xiang: "..."

People are really crazy now; money means nothing to them.

"Schedule more classes."

What else could they do? They could only compress time each day to fit in as many classes as possible.

Miao Jun and Chen Long had also calmed down by now. The crisis was temporarily averted, and the martial arts school's business was booming due to this incident. They could only focus on immediate benefits, believing that with Li Xiang's prowess, the impending crisis in ten days should also be manageable.

That evening, the martial arts hall quickly reviewed the day's registration numbers: 78 beginner classes sold, totaling 374,400 yuan; 51 intermediate classes sold, totaling 367,200 yuan; 65 advanced classes sold, totaling 624,000 yuan; bringing the total to 1,365,600 yuan.

Making over 1.36 million in one day from course sales excited everyone immensely.

"A total of 359 parents signed up for trial classes today, out of which 194 registered, bringing our enrollment conversion rate to a staggering 54%—incredible. Master, you're famous from just this one battle."

"And it's only the first day. As parents share videos online, the momentum will continue to grow. The coming days will surely see our Jingwu Martial Arts Hall enjoy a wave of popularity."

The crowd surrounded Li Xiang. Once societal parasites, they had now found hope in life, as if he had pulled them back from hell; how could they not be grateful to him?

Once a teacher, always a father.

"Everyone, go home and rest. Starting tomorrow, formal classes begin, and we'll be busy, so take the chance to get some rest."

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