Chapter 186

As that person's question ended.

Silence fell once more, suffocating.

All that remained on the floor was Li Sai Gao, still groaning and moaning.

They waited for a while.

No one spoke.

That person stood up and picked up the black blade that had been placed on the table.

He walked toward Li Sai Gao, who was sprawled on the floor.

"Don't! Don't!" One of them finally went weak in the knees and dropped to his knees on the spot.

The man, standing in front of Li Sai Gao, turned his head back and smiled at the one who had spoken.

"You talk."

"It was always Luo San who contacted us! He's extremely suspicious by nature! He never lets us know where he is! He's afraid of being sold out!"

"How does he usually get in touch with you?"

"By phone! Or he'd have Unless Zai Zi notify us to go to some place to meet him!"

"Unless Zai Zi?"

The one kneeling on the ground nodded vigorously. "Just someone from the school side — the high school where Luo San's son goes to class!"

"He has a son?"

"Mm!! Luo San won't let his son go down this path! But his son does it on the sly behind his back!"

"How do I find this 'Unless Zai Zi'?"

"The South Border Children High School in this city! His name is Luo Liang!"

These men answered every question without holding anything back.

For no other reason.

Only because they had never seen such a terrifying scene.

A man's arm, just like that, pinned to the hard wall!

Someone who could casually do something like this — was no human at all!

He was a devil!

Footsteps sounded.

That devil walked out of the room.

He... just left like that?

Only then did the other three dare rush forward to check Li Sai Gao's injuries.

Li Sai Gao was bleeding profusely, lips pressed tightly shut, face deathly pale.

That person — he really just left like that?

The four men in the room had originally thought none of them would survive the night!

128. If you feel this money isn't enough, I can keep adding more

Anji City.

South Border Children School.

In the second half of the last century, this school had once seen glory days.

Back then, many people from the inland came to develop the Southern Frontier.

In order to settle their children's schooling, this school was established.

This school had once become the best school in the South City district.

But after entering the new century, all kinds of education groups began joining forces, wantonly monopolizing the student pool.

South Border Children School also began to gradually decline.

Thirteen years ago, it was packaged off by the local education bureau.

Originally, there had been plans to operate it under a public-private model.

But it had already been left behind by the other two key high schools in the city.

Even so, the number of enrolled students at this school still reached several thousand.

After all, although it couldn't compare to those two key schools in the city, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse — South Border Children High School, though its name was a bit rustic, was still the top dog in the second tier.

It was the first choice for students and parents whose scores couldn't get them into key high schools, but who weren't willing to send them to schools that were too bad.

So overall, the annual advancement rate of Children School — and the key-school rate within it — couldn't compare to the city's top two leaders, but was still much better than the schools below.

After all, many parents understood this too.

If they let their own kids go to those even worse high schools below, or even vocational high schools, then they really would be done for.

Children School was the only choice they had before their eyes.

Of course, another path — paying to get into a school — was also fairly common.

Paying-to-get-in means that even if one's middle-school exam score doesn't reach Children School, if the family's finances allow, one can pay money to enter.

In recent years, the paid-admission fees at Children School have also been rising with the tide.

Even though the higher-ups have repeatedly issued orders forbidding paid admission.

But canceling the name of paid admission doesn't mean the fact of paid admission ceases to exist.

It's just been rephrased — from paid admission to borrowing-a-spot-to-study, the essence remains the same.

And this, in turn, was destined.

The students in South Border Children School were bound to be a mixed bag.

At least.

That man had been standing at the window of the hotel opposite the school early that morning, observing the institution.

His black blade lay on the table behind him.

Meanwhile, at Damenkou of the school across the street, students kept entering.

It was already nearly eight in the morning.

By all rights, Gao Zhongsheng should have arrived at school at least before seven.

As for the latecomers, their attire and appearance made it clear they were not entirely normal students.

He even spotted a student with dyed hair.

At the school gate, a conflict was unfolding between the school's middle management and the security guards.

According to what Li Sai Gao and his group had said last night.

That person named Luo San was indeed in contact with them.

To be precise, Luo San was a figure above Li Sai Gao and his crew.

But this man was hard to find.

He was deeply suspicious and never revealed his location.

Therefore, whenever this area needed something, he would usually send a student from this school called "Unless Zai Zi" to deliver the message.

What could be confirmed with certainty was this:

This "Unless Zai Zi" was merely a small underling Luo San used to relay messages in this area.

Luo San had once killed a police officer in Donghai City with a micro sniper rifle.

A person like that would certainly not mix with people in a high school campus.

However, such a person was cunning; he understood the dangers of modern communication tools and recognized the risks posed by the multitude of eyes around him.

Thus, he chose delinquent students within the middle school campus as his needed messengers—safe and easy to control.

There should be more than one such messenger.

But the man standing at the hotel window only needed to find that one right now.

He held the contact information for this "Unless Zai Zi," obtained from Li Sai Gao and his group the previous night.

A morning of waiting.

Anji City was small, and this school did not require boarding.

When school let out at noon, students left the campus to go home for lunch.

The crowd began to surge out from the school gate.

The man dialed that number.