Chapter 372: The Dinner Bowl Has No Eyes The water tap is just a short distance from the canteen entrance. When several young, somewhat clumsy students start shouting, many others stop by to watch. However, as soon as they see it's Zhao Kai—the most well-known troublemaker in the school—making a scene, they quickly turn away and resume their activities. This content is the textual material of Chapter 372 of "Rural Beauty 372." The small, underpowered guys behind Zhao Kai immediately charged forward with fists raised as soon as Lu Yun took action. By the time Lu Yun had swung his rice bowl, it had already crashed squarely onto Zhao Kai's head with a solid thud. Lu Yun was momentarily stunned—though his move had been swift, Zhao Kai, who fought as naturally as he ate, should have easily dodged it, or at the very least managed to block it with a hand gesture. Yet Zhao Kai simply watched the solid bowl strike his head, then shook his head slightly, offering Lu Yun a thoughtful, enigmatic smile. Seeing blood constantly dripping from Zhao Kai's head, a younger, less-experienced colleague frantically searched his pocket for a tissue, eventually reaching for his own shirt to wipe the blood off him. "Man, today you're dead meat!" The other younger colleagues, seeing Zhao Kai's head now streaked with blood, their eyes blazing with fury, shouted and surrounded Lu Yun. This content is from Chapter 372 of "Rural Beauty." Lu Yun spat a stream of saliva directly at one of the younger colleagues, coldly saying, "If you've got the guts, come on and taste my rice bucket—kill one, it's break-even; kill two, I make a profit. Come on!" Zhao Kai waved his hand, pushing aside the younger colleague who had been trying to help him wipe the blood, and shouted at the others who were about to move in, "None of your business. Get out of the way!" One of the younger colleagues pulled out a spring knife from his pocket, snapped it open with a crisp sound, and turned to Zhao Kai, saying, "Kai brother, this guy dares to fight you—let me pierce him a few times to settle the score for you." "I told them to step aside—nothing at all to do with them, and yet I didn't hear a word!" Zhao Kai took several deep puffs of the dwindling cigarette, then slowly walked toward Lu Yun and said, "My cousin said you fought their head guy. I didn't believe him at first, but now I see it. Lu Yun, you've got something. After school, outside the campus, in the little forest, let's talk properly." "Why didn't you retreat?" Lu Yun stared at him. Zhao Kai smiled, "Why would I retreat? Remember—the forest outside the school. We'll meet there, no matter what." "Cloud brother..." Before Zhao Kai finished speaking, a shout came from the distance. Li and Xiao Dapeng were running ahead, with a crowd of people pressing closely behind them, rushing toward Lu Yun. "Good—now you've got a solid following," Zhao Kai glanced at Li and the others, then said to Lu Yun with a thoughtful tone. Lu Yun hadn't expected Lei Zi and Xiao Dapeng to come over. When he first confronted Zhao Kai, he had already been operating with a pessimistic mindset—going in strong, even if he was knocked down, he wanted to recover some ground. Yet Zhao Kai had not only ignored him but actively prevented his underlings from attacking him. Even now, with Lei Zi and Xiao Dapeng arriving, Lu Yun still felt he would have suffered a major setback if Zhao Kai hadn't intervened earlier. "Cloud Brother, are you okay?" Lei Zi and Xiao Dapeng rushed over and both turned their attention to Lu Yun. Lu Yun shook his head and said, "I'm fine. How did you both end up here?" Xiao Dapeng held up a thick stick in his hand, glaring at Zhao Kai as if they had a deep personal grudge. "I was having lunch in the classroom," he said, "when a colleague told me you'd been surrounded by Zhao Kai and his team at the canteen. I immediately came over. Did you come out unscathed?" He saw the crimson stain on Zhao Kai's shoulders and the torn short sleeve of Lu Yun, knowing that the two had already begun fighting. As soon as Lu Yun came to Zhao Kai's aid, the several younger men Zhao Kai had brought gathered behind him, their expressions tense, closely watching the group behind Xiao Dapeng. "Dapeng, send your people back," Lu Yun said. "The gathering at the canteen entrance has already drawn the attention of the principal. If he finds out, the consequences will be disastrous." Lu Yun glanced around and noticed that Xiao Dapeng had nearly summoned all his resources—over forty boys, each holding a staff, clearly prepared for a fight. "What's there to fear?" Lu Yun asked. "They've been bullying you with just six of them. Now they won't allow us to take advantage of our numbers." Xiao Dapeng wasn't exactly a pushover from the start—he'd been a dominant force in the village and a school leader during elementary school. He hadn't expected, however, that just two days into middle school, he'd clash with Zhao Kai's team and suffer a major setback. Since then, he'd been actively gathering classmates who had also faced Zhao Kai's challenges, and through them, he'd assembled a larger group to stand against Zhao Kai. They'd had numerous confrontations with Zhao Kai, but most of them ended in losses. "Dapeng, Yun-gong asked the brothers to go back. Just go back for now. With just us two here, we'll be more noticeable with so many people around." Lei had examined Lu Yun from head to toe—aside from his clothes being torn, he showed no injuries. In contrast, Zhao Kai had a clear head wound. Upon seeing the dented rice bowl in Lu Yun's hands, Lei immediately understood what had happened. "You all go back," Xiao Dapeng said, waving broadly at the group of boys behind him. They were surprisingly well-behaved. Upon hearing the words, they hurried back, yet didn't move far—instead, they gathered in small groups, keeping a close watch on the movements of Lu Yun and his team. Xiao Dapeng rubbed his head and said to Lu Yun, "Brother Yun, I'll head back now. Just let me know if there's anything I need to do—feel free to call me anytime." With that, he picked up his stick and walked straight off. ... Rural Beauty 372, Main Text 372 – The Rice Pot Has No Eyes – Updated!