Chapter 55: This Security Guard Is Impressive

Yang Fan climbed to the fourth floor, shining his flashlight down the corridor, and barked at the students still lingering outside, “Get back to your rooms and sleep!”
The students said nothing, quickly retreating to their dorms for rest.
Arriving at the fifth floor, he spotted several students loitering in the corridor, cigarettes between their fingers.
None of them paid any attention to Yang Fan’s arrival, continuing to smoke as if he were invisible.
“All of you, down to the security office for registration,” Yang Fan strode up to them, his voice cold.
Their indifference irked him; though he was only a temporary security guard here, he intended to do his job.
“Who the hell are you? Stop bothering me while I’m smoking,” one student jeered, cigarette dangling from his lips and disdain in his eyes.
Just a lowly security guard—they couldn’t care less.
“Tsk, tsk, a new security guard. Didn’t bother to ask about the fifth floor? This isn’t your turf,” another sneered.
“Remember—stay away from here. If you get hurt, that’s your problem,” chimed in two more, their arrogance habitual, bolstered by connections to someone powerful.
Earlier, they’d beaten up a guard and sent him to the hospital without consequence, so their swagger only grew.
Here, as long as no one laid a hand on the principal, nothing serious would come of it.
“I’ll say it again—get down to the security office for registration,” Yang Fan’s expression was stern, his tone unyielding.
The students froze for a moment, surprised at his persistence.
Clearly, this guy had no idea what he was getting into—time for a lesson.
“Damn it, Huiyang, hurry up and get rid of him. He’s interfering with my gambling,” came an impatient shout from Dorm 504.
“Don’t worry, Yan, we’ll toss him out right now,” Huiyang replied, eager to please.
“Gambling in the dorm—what do you think this is, a casino?” Yang Fan said coldly.
“Screw you! Get lost!” Huiyang cursed, lunging with a kick.
Yang Fan smirked, lifted his own foot, and kicked Huiyang square in the stomach, sending him flying nearly six meters.
Huiyang collapsed to the floor, curled up in agony, feeling as if his organs had shifted—Yang Fan’s kick was brutal.

Witnessing this, the other students were startled; they hadn’t expected Yang Fan to be so ruthless.
“Damn it, get him! Kill him!” Huiyang, gritting his teeth through the pain, rallied the others.
Without hesitation, the students rushed at Yang Fan, Huiyang leading with a wooden stick.
Facing these reckless youths, Yang Fan didn’t hold back, moving with lightning speed.
He dodged a punch, sidestepped, and struck swiftly.
Cries of pain echoed in the corridor—students sprawled on the ground, red handprints branded on their faces, blood trickling from their mouths.
The students from Dorm 504 sensed trouble and poured out to see Huiyang and his group beaten and prone.
“Yan, that guy’s tough—we’re no match for him,” Huiyang groaned to another student.
Yan, his gaze fixed on Yang Fan, looked vicious and surprised—a new guard daring to make trouble on the fifth floor clearly didn’t understand the rules.
“Grab your weapons, brothers—take him down,” Yan commanded brusquely.
A dozen students emerged wielding sticks, ready to attack Yang Fan.
Seeing them armed, Yang Fan sighed inwardly—still students, but already thugs; once unleashed into society, they’d be gangsters.
He would show no mercy to such students.
He stepped forward, seized a swinging stick, and kicked its owner, sending him crashing into another student behind.
“Damn, this guy’s strong!” Yan exclaimed, startled by Yang Fan’s ferocity.
But with numbers on his side, he wasn’t intimidated.
“All fifth floor residents, come out! Let’s wreck him!” Yan shouted.
At his call, students from the fifth floor dorms surged out, charging at Yang Fan.
“A bunch of trash,” Yang Fan spat, coldly.
Against these punks, he didn’t need to use any spiritual power.
Standing his ground, he faced the mob—every kick sent a student flying.
His movements were so swift, they blurred beyond sight.
Soon, the fifth floor echoed with pained screams.

The commotion drew many students from their rooms, curious to witness the spectacle.
The fight ended quickly; the corridor was strewn with beaten students, faces bruised and swollen, all eyeing Yang Fan in terror.
The worst off was Yan—his eyes were blackened, his face puffed up.
“Get down to the security office for registration, all of you,” Yang Fan ordered, his gaze stern.
“Damn it, do you know who we’re connected with?” Yan Bin, his face twisted with resentment, shouted at Yang Fan.
His only reply was another heavy kick from Yang Fan, leaving Yan Bin breathless.
“I’ll say it once more—down to the security office for registration,” Yang Fan declared, unfazed by threats.
This time, no one dared delay; clutching their student IDs, they filed downstairs.
Yan Bin seethed, but didn’t dare talk back, fearing another kick.
Other students watched from the corridor, entertained by the spectacle.
Seeing a long line heading toward the security office, many marveled.
“Wow, the fifth floor has finally been subdued—what happened?”
“Are you blind? Look at them—faces smashed in, Yan Bin got it worst.”
“Tsk, tsk, this new guard is a real force.”
For the first time, the notorious fifth floor students had been put in their place, leaving many incredulous.
A new guard who could make those thugs submit—it was a miracle.
Many students felt a sense of satisfaction.
Director Zhao Yi of the Academic Affairs Office, upon hearing that students were fighting with a guard, rushed from his bed, worried.
In this elite school, there was always a handful of students who caused trouble.
If anything serious happened, Zhao Yi would be in trouble.
Incidents of guards being beaten had already been suppressed; another would harm the school’s reputation.
When he arrived at the security office, he was stunned.
Over a hundred students stood in line outside, each with visible injuries, looking rather pitiful.
“What on earth happened here?” Zhao Yi was bewildered.
Clearly, it wasn’t the security guard who had been beaten.