Royal Soprano Ministry

"Mr. Song, hello!"

"Hello, Teacher Song!"

"Principal, the school—Ms. Song, good!"

During the banquet, Song Zichen, who had just entered the venue, was surrounded by the young masters and ladies of the major underworld families. Song Zichen had a calm expression, but nodded politely, and didn't even say much, just being inside symbolically. Turned around, and then left along the side door, leaving those underworld ladies and young masters speechless.

But even so, no one said a word. [

There is no way, he has such a temper. It is already a miracle that he can come here. He is the principal of the Imperial Royal Academy and a genius, so no one can say much.

After Song Zichen went out as if no one was there, he leaned against a corner of the corridor, looking at the skyscrapers and the streets passing by under the neon lights outside.Looking at it this way, the entire Imperial Academy is really big.

The facilities and buildings that should exist outside are basically available here.

Streets, malls, shopping streets, garages...

Just like a miniature small world, you can see the pattern of the whole world here.

Suddenly, his eyes looked down, and he saw a group of people surrounding something. Because it was on the 20th floor, he couldn't see it very clearly, and the lights at night were not as good as during the day.

There is no reason, just interested, let's see, he thought.

When he got off the elevator, he found that Nan Fengchen was surrounded by him, and he held a little boy who was covered in blood and looked a little dying. The boy's face was covered in blood, and his cheeks were swollen badly. Not to the real face.

Leaning to the side, Song Zichen watched Nan Fengchen take care of the rushing opponents one by one leisurely. Because he was holding a boy in his arms, the strength and range of his kicks were not too big, probably because he was afraid that the movements would be too violent. , will hurt the person in my arms.

Was it under siege, or was it at the Royal Academy of the British Empire?

The only one who dares to attack Nan Fengchen is the Ye family!

"Song Zichen?" Seeing Song Zichen who was watching a play over there, Nan Fengchen gritted his teeth: "Please, help me deal with these people."

Song Zichen moved to a comfortable position and leaned back, his brows were calm: "You are very polite, you know how to say 'please', but why should I help you?"

"Didn't you see my current form?" Nan Fengchen was a little upset.

There are still people in his arms who need to be treated immediately.

"It's your people, not mine. I don't care about my business. By the way, these people are not your opponents. Why should I help you when you can solve things yourself!" Song Zichen asked leisurely.

"Are you still angry about the past, or what's going on? This is not like you, Song Zichen!" Nan Fengchen said while going out to solve the trouble: "If you don't want to lose a good student, I advise you to help me !"

"..." Song Zichen was slightly taken aback.

He subconsciously looked at the little boy in Nan Fengchen's arms, and frowned. [

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Among the two people who were confronting each other above, Bai Mo was held in the head by Ye Hang's pistol. The relationship between the two was tense, and Bai Mo's life and death were in Ye Hang's hands.

At this time, Ye Hang was already stimulated by Bai Mo and wanted to kill him, and Ye Hang also pulled the pistol, as if he wanted to do this, let the bullet penetrate his head, and kill this person who has become a disaster here.

At this time, a card flew out and hit the back of Ye Hang's hand. Ye Hang's hand hurt and the pistol fell to the ground.