Chapter 42

Summoning his courage, he spoke.

"Who are you?" The bald man looked at Jia Yong with disdain.

"I-I'm the school's disciplinary director!"

"It's my duty to protect the safety of the students and teachers."

Jia Yong said through gritted teeth.

"Safety?"

"Then let's see whether you're really safe or not."

The bald man sneered, and as he spoke, he actually pulled a handgun from his pocket.

The instant they saw the handgun.

"……"

"……"

"……"

"!"

Jia Yong and the others instinctively wanted to turn and run, but seeing Tian Xin and that student still here, they still braced themselves and said:

"Y-you all……"

"You can come at me, but could you let my student leave first?"

"Student, go back to the classroom."

Saying so, Jia Yong hurriedly gave Lin Yu a push.

Only now did the bald man and his group notice the figure standing in front of the desk with its back to them, wearing the Bala High School uniform, who had not made a single move this whole time. "Heh, a student?"

"I said let him go……"

He held the handgun, looking smug.

But in the next second.

His arrogant expression.

Instantly froze on his face, his eyes snapping wide open.

While he had been threatening Jia Yong and the others, the figure wearing the Bala High School uniform, who had not uttered a single word from start to finish, was slowly turning around.

A clean, composed face with a faint cool detachment fell into the eyes of the three bald men.

"……"

"……"

"……"

Clatter!

The handgun.

Dropped straight to the floor.

At the same time.

The three men's bodies, upon clearly seeing the figure's face, began trembling uncontrollably.

"It's……"

"It's……"

The bald man's voice was trembling; the domineering, arrogant look from moments ago had vanished without a trace, leaving only a face full of terror and fear. Most exaggerated of all—

Under the gaze of Jia Yong and the others, the bald man and his two underlings' legs were actually trembling uncontrollably, clearly terrified to the extreme.

"……"

"……"

"……"

Jia Yong, Jia Wenjing, Su Buqi, and Tian Xin all stared, somewhat dumbfounded.

And at this moment.

"I-"

"I-"

"I'm sorry!"

"S-sorry for the disturbance!"

The bald man's voice trembled as he bowed deeply to Jia Yong and the others right there, bowing with great force before finally managing to get the whole sentence out.

After saying that.

Without the slightest hesitation, he tossed the weapon in his hand aside and ran toward the office door.

"……"

"……"

"……"

Once the three bald men ran off, the office fell terrifyingly silent.

Jia Yong, Jia Wenjing, Su Buqi, and Tian Xin all looked toward the 'student' Lin Yu, who was sitting in front of the office chair with a calm, composed expression.

"Th-they didn't chase us, did they?"

The three bald men ran out of Bala High School without stopping, glancing back every so often, and only after they were very far from Bala High School did the three finally stop.

The three of them were panting, drenched in sweat, yet looked back in panic, as if some terrifying presence were chasing them from behind.

"N-no……"

The underling with the scar on his face shook his head and let out a breath of relief.

"..."

"..."

"..."

After saying that, the three of them exchanged a glance, and each saw the fear, shock, and disbelief in the other's eyes.

Three men.

They were all debt-collecting lackeys of the Black Cat Hotel, and the reason they had come to the school this time was because their real boss had ordered them to do something — to put on an act.

Pretend to be debt collectors from the Zhaoshang Sect, put on a show.

Originally.

All three had thought it was nothing more than a trivial matter. After all, in this day and age, things were pretty chaotic, the lines between right and wrong blurred, and as long as you didn't go too far, as long as you had money, or power, some things could be resolved very easily. This was an era where the black path ran rampant, so the three of them hadn't taken it to heart at all.

But...

Who could have expected.

"It's not..."

"Brother Yanwang..."

"How could he be here?"

The three men's minds went blank.

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The moment that figure.

Turned around, they saw that face clearly.

The instant they saw that face!

In their minds.

The scenes from that one night resurfaced once more!

A dim, dark setting, dense silhouettes of people collapsed all around — some dead, some wailing in agony, not a single one able to stand. And that figure, covered in blood, sat on the tabletop, one foot on a loan shark boss, and in the gloom and darkness, struck a flame — a faint glow of light...

Illuminated.

A fair, delicate face like the Grim Reaper's.

They had followed their leader to the gambling den, and that fleeting, hurried glance had seemed like a sharp blade, carrying fear, seeping deep into the very bottom of their hearts!

Brother Yanwang!