The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Holy shit!"

Even with their eyes covered, the students' shock was still palpable.

"Where did this guy learn those sweet nothings from? They're so damn eloquent!"

"Little one!"

Just when everyone was stunned by Yan Cong's actions.

Beside Su Xiaoxiao, a girl with round-framed glasses and a plump figure suddenly screamed.

"Don't agree to him, all men are the same!"

"He's just lusting after your body!"

"Look! He actually confessed his love to you while holding a tattered bag!"

The students: "...???"

They opened their eyes, completely bewildered.

My eyes have now barely adjusted to the golden light.

After seeing what was inside the box, everyone's lips twitched.

No?

It really is a bag?

That glittering gold light is a string of tiny, high-powered light bulbs?

Yan Cong, oh Yan Cong!

As expected of you.

They're good at creating funny things!

"That's right! Zhang Guihua! Go! Protect Xiaoxiao to the death!"

While the audience was still in a daze, only Zhao Kuo, on the stretcher, had a renewed spark of excitement in his eyes.

Available in the next second.

"Snap—"

A crisp slap extinguished the fire in his eyes.

Su Xiaoxiao slapped Zhang Guihua across the face.

Zhang Guihua's chubby face jiggled twice, and her round-framed glasses were knocked askew.

"Little one...?"

Zhang Guihua covered her face, looking at her in disbelief.

"You hit me?!"

"Oh dear, who am I doing this for?!"

She sat down on the ground, kicked her legs, and started throwing a tantrum in front of everyone.

"Look at that man, he clearly has so many level seven warriors, but when he confessed his feelings to you, he only brought a bag!"

"Isn't it obvious they're trying to mess with you?!"

"Once you've been used and discarded, they'll just kick you to the curb. Then you'll have nowhere to cry!"

"Listen to your sister! Zhao Kuo is a good choice, and his family is rich..."

"Oh, so you fat bastard are Zhao Kuo's dog!"

Yan Cong stood up, and the affection on his face vanished instantly.

He grinned and waved to the students around him.

"Make way, everyone!"

"Otherwise, if you get hit by a giant golf ball, don't blame me for not warning you!"

The words fell.

The sledgehammer was already in his hand.

The surrounding students' pupils contracted, and they immediately backed away.

"Holy shit!"

"I almost forgot, even though this is a left-behind child in Class 9, he's still a living father to me!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Would Zhang Guihua be out of her mind to provoke him?"

"No, no, no, I heard that this fat woman will shun any boy who gets close to Su Xiaoxiao!"

"Huh? So Su Xiaoxiao can handle it too?"

"What's the use of not being able to stand it? They've clearly stated to stay away from her!"

"This is her own life!"

"But that fat bastard is like a stubborn plaster, you just can't peel her off!"

"Holy crap! How disgusting? Is that her life? And she thinks she can just ignore it?"

"There's nothing we can do. Su Xiaoxiao's family's company relies entirely on Zhao Kuo's family for support. Her parents have essentially sold her to Zhao Kuo long ago."

"If you have no power or influence, don't you just have to accept it?"

"You are all scum!!"

Zhang Guihua pointed around and shouted, her fat face jiggling.

"Ms. Su Xiaoxiao, please keep this safe."

Yan Cong chuckled and handed the box forward, then winked.

"This contains all my belongings!"

"good!"

Su Xiaoxiao took it.

She has a beautiful smile.

It wasn't because of how much stuff was in that bag.

But after tonight, everyone will know that Zhao Kuo can't control her, and neither can Zhang Guihua.

Her parents treated her like a commodity.

Zhao Kuo treated her as his own possession.

Even someone like Zhang Guihua dares to decide for her who she can talk to.

She originally thought that she would only ever be led around by others for the rest of her life.

But now, someone has torn that rope in front of the whole school.

Su Xiaoxiao stared at Yan Cong's profile.

He's not very handsome.

But it's very pleasing to the eye.

And he seems to really know how to please girls.

No matter how many outrageous scandals this guy has had in the past, at least for this moment, he is the bastard hero who came to the rescue riding on a seven-colored cloud.

"Lin Fan~"

Yan Cong raised his sledgehammer high and shouted at a distance.

Lin Fan, along with two Zhenguo Army soldiers, was escorting Lu Jiu toward the dormitory building.

He paused upon hearing the sound.

Yan Congchong swung the hammer.

"As long as he doesn't die, you can bring him back to life, right?"

Lin Fan glanced at his posture and his lips twitched.

He waved his hand.

"Even if they don't die, they can be saved!"

"Okay!!"

Yan Cong smirked and pulled the hammer back sharply.

Zhang Guihua's face turned pale instantly.

"No, no! I am Lord Zhao..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"boom--"

The sledgehammer lashed out at her obese belly.

"Whoosh~ Bang!"

Zhang Guihua was sent flying high into the air, crashing into the second-floor wall and creating a large, human-shaped crater.

The playground quieted down for a moment.

Then, someone muttered something under their breath.

"nice shot."

At the same time, the same muffled sound rang out inside the Zhou Family Ancestral Hall.

"Whoosh~ Bang!"

A middle-aged man flew backwards and smashed the ancestral hall door.

The sawdust exploded.

He rolled all the way into the ancestral hall, knocking over the memorial tablets scattered on the ground, and also breaking the high-tech medical equipment in the center of the hall that was sustaining life.

"Beep beep beep..."

A piercing alarm immediately went off.

But Zhou Erhe didn't care about any of that.

He lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, his eyes fixed on the door.

Moonlight fell in front of the Zhou family's ancestral home.

Dozens of teenagers stood there.

Someone is suspended in mid-air.

Someone is riding a flying sword.

Someone was sitting lazily on the wall.

They were all stained with blood, more or less.

At the forefront, Lu Ming walked into the ancestral hall with his sword in hand.

The crimson broadsword dragged across the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

Zhou Erhe's teeth chattered.

"War, God of War... have mercy!"

Lu Ming didn't look at him.

His gaze swept over the memorial tablets scattered on the ground, then landed on the medical instrument in the center of the ancestral hall.

The old man in the machine was so thin he was barely recognizable as human, his eyelids were closed, and only his chest was rising and falling slightly.

Lu Ming paused for half a step.

Then, he raised his knife, his voice cold and flat.

"The Zhou family of Jinling".

"The entire clan of 1,581 people has long been involved in human trafficking by taking advantage of Old Master Zhou Lang's military achievements and colluding with former troops of the Western Wilderness Border Defense and various political circles in Jinling."

"The entire clan shall be executed!"