Urban Super Almighty Student

Chapter 119 - His Certificate of Officers Was Real

“It's time for us to really enjoy ourselves,” Ye Hao called out to the distant proprietor, “Boss, bring over a case of baijiu.”

The boss promptly carried over a case of the potent white spirit.

Ye Hao uncorked a bottle and passed it to the young man, urging, “Drink it down in one go.”

The young man's face blanched.

This was baijiu with an exceedingly high alcohol content!

It was rare for anyone to down a bottle in one gulp.

“If you don't drink it, that's fine,” Ye Hao said coolly, “but then I'll have to cripple one of your hands.”

“We live in a society governed by laws,” the young man protested, stepping back.

“Do you think I can kill all of you and face no consequences whatsoever?” Ye Hao fixed the young man with an unemotional gaze as he spoke.

“I don't believe you,” the young man retorted.

“If you don't believe me, feel free to call the police,” Ye Hao suggested.

“Are you serious?” The young man was taken aback by Ye Hao's audacity.

“Absolutely,” Ye Hao replied calmly.

Without further delay, the young man pulled out his phone and dialed the police.

Within five minutes, a patrol car pulled up to the eatery.

The officers' faces turned grim upon seeing several thugs with their hands impaled—clearly, the work of someone with formidable skills.

”Which one of you is in charge?” Ye Hao inquired at that moment.

“I'm the deputy chief of the police station on Longjiang Road,” one officer stepped forward and introduced himself.

Ye Hao handed him his identification.

The officer examined Ye Hao's credentials and was visibly shocked.

The document identified Ye Hao as a major general!

The officer struggled to process this revelation.

“If you doubt me, you can verify it with Zhang Cheng,” Ye Hao said, noting the officer's skepticism.

“Just a moment,” the officer responded.

He promptly called Zhang Cheng.

“Who is this?”

“This is Tang Mian, deputy chief of the police station near Longjiang Road. I've been dispatched to address a brawl. However, one individual has presented a certificate of officers.”

“Such matters should be referred to the Military Discipline Committee.”

“The certificate of officers he presented indicates a very high rank,” the deputy chief explained.

Zhang Cheng felt a surge of curiosity. “What's his name?” he inquired.

“Ye Hao.”

“Ye Hao?” Zhang Cheng's voice was grave, “His officer's certificate is authentic.”

“What?” Tang Mian gasped in shock.

“He's from a secretive department with immense authority,” Zhang Cheng stated firmly, “Your job is to cooperate with him.”

“What if he kills someone?” Tang Mian inquired, seeking guidance on handling such a situation.

“If someone provokes him, he's authorized to kill them on the spot,” Zhang Cheng explained, pausing briefly before adding, “Document the incident in a detailed report and submit it to me.”

“Understood.” After Tang Mian ended the call, his demeanor towards Ye Hao shifted markedly.

He respectfully handed back the officer's certificate to Ye Hao and saluted him.

“Major General, good day.”

Ye Hao nodded, then turned to the young man, saying, “You believe me now, don't you?”

“How could you do this?”

“I warned you I could easily end your life.” Ye Hao offered the bottle of liquor and commanded, “Drink it all at once.”

Gangzi, of course, couldn't possibly down the liquor.

Lost in thought, Gangzi's hand was suddenly seized by Ye Hao and slammed onto the table. Ye Hao then drove a chopstick deep into Gangzi's palm.

Gangzi screamed in agony.

“Will you drink now?” Ye Hao asked, as he impaled another chopstick into Gangzi's palm.

Gangzi wailed miserably once more.

“Will you drink?” Ye Hao persisted, stabbing yet another chopstick into Gangzi's hand.

By the time the fourth chopstick pierced Gangzi's palm, his cries were tinged with desperation.

“I'll drink,” Gangzi conceded, defeated.

Gangzi knew his right hand was ruined.

Even immediate medical attention wouldn't restore it.

“You should've agreed sooner,” Ye Hao remarked, passing a beer to Gangzi.

With his left hand, Gangzi took a couple of swigs, feeling a fiery sensation coursing through his insides.

After about five or six gulps, he threw up.

His throat seared with pain.

Gangzi then dry-heaved in torment, tears streaming down his face.

”Keep drinking,” Ye Hao instructed, devoid of emotion.

Gangzi now fully understood the shame Xu Mengmeng had felt earlier.

He lifted the bottle to his lips and drank, finishing it in four long drafts.

“Is that good enough?”

“I told you, you need to down it all at once,” Ye Hao remarked as he uncapped another bottle of white wine.

“Are you trying to strong-arm me?” Gangzi blurted out, then paused, taken aback.

“Does that phrase seem familiar to you?” Ye Hao inquired coolly.

“I'll drink,” Gangzi conceded, realizing Ye Hao intended to make an example of him today.

Yet, chugging a bottle of white wine in one gulp was no small feat.

By the time Gangzi finished the third bottle, he was struggling to keep a grip on it.

“If he keeps drinking, he's going to die,” one of the thugs commented.

“He's still breathing, isn't he?” Ye Hao retorted as he opened the fourth bottle.

“I'll drink for him.”

Ye Hao gave the thug a nod of approval. “You earn the right to drink this one after you've downed three bottles.”

The thug went quiet.

He knew that finishing three bottles of white wine would likely kill him.

“Is this how you look out for your brothers?” Ye Hao said with a smirk, “A bunch of cowards.”

“Who are you calling cowards? It's just three bottles of wine. I'll drink them.”

“I'm in too.”

“Hand me three bottles.” Provoked by Ye Hao, the four youths each demanded their share of the drink.

As Ye Hao enticed them, he discreetly channeled a strand of vital spirit into their systems, allowing them to maintain a semblance of sobriety.

After the youths had consumed around ten bottles of sorghum liquor, Ye Hao retracted the vital spirit.

One of the young men immediately passed out.

“We should leave,” Ye Hao suggested to Xu Mengmeng.

The incident had left everyone without an appetite.

Once back at the villa, Ye Hao got a call from Tang Mian.

“Of the five, only two are alive. One's in a vegetative state, the other still unconscious.”

Ye Hao ended the call and remained silent for a long while.

He felt no remorse for his actions.

Had it been another young man today, one with a bit of backbone, they would have beaten him senseless. If he had shown weakness, his girlfriend might have been violated.

At worst, these lowlifes would face two to three years in prison.

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