That afternoon, Odd Zhuo was feeling gloomy in his office.
He had been receiving complaints all morning from "enthusiastic citizens," and the main complaints were about No. 60 High School. Many of them were very confused as to why No. 60 High School wasn't on holiday today and was continuing with classes.
Although the Demon Hunters Association's revenge plan had yet to take place, they were a bunch of cunning criminals! God knew what kind of perverted things they would do to the children … Over the last few days, there had been a lot of injuries caused by these psychopaths!
For example, not long ago, there had been a scum who should have been struck by lightning for stabbing two elementary school kids on their way to school! This kind of person should be sliced into pieces and sent to hell! Their souls would never be able to reincarnate! Why did you do it to kids … If you're so capable, come at Ling Zhenren!
When Odd Zhuo saw this news, he had been furious.
So it wasn't that he couldn't understand these problems, but there were many times when he couldn't decide on his own when it came to suspending classes … There were times when a person in a high position was even more restrained, and he had to be cautious in everything he did.
This time, No. 60 High School hadn't suspended classes because of a variety of factors, although Odd Zhuo didn't know what Headmaster Chen and the higher-ups had considered before making this decision. But as headmaster of No. 60 High School, Headmaster Chen had never made a wrong decision … and this was indeed the case. The overseas returnee elites of the Demon Hunters Association had issued a notice of revenge in the morning, but it was now afternoon, and there was no sign of them.
"Brother Zhuo, it seems like there's no movement now?" The director's office and the deputy director's office were in the same room. Zhong Lang looked at the time, then poked his head out to ask Odd Zhuo.
Odd Zhuo shrugged and spread his hands. "Hen …"
He also didn't know what on earth was going on …
And for some reason, Odd Zhuo now had a very good feeling. It felt like a huge shadow was slowly enveloping him, which in the end turned into a wok that directly fell on his head.
While Odd Zhuo's imagination was running wild, his phone suddenly vibrated …
He looked at the caller ID.
It was Secretary Dakang calling …
"It can't be that incredible, right?" Odd Zhuo's lips twitched, and he picked up the phone.
From the other end of the line came the old Secretary's merciless praise. "Little Zhuozi! You did a great job! "
Odd Zhuo: "…"
What … what did he do this time?
Secretary Dakang: "We found the corpse of an overseas returnee elite from the Demon Hunters Association in a mountain forest. Including Elder Ji Xing, who had organized this plan! Now, Elder Ji Xing was the only one left alive! The overseas returnee elite group of the Demon Hunters Association had been wiped out! Tell me honestly, did that teacher behind you make a move again? "
"Old Secretary, I …"
"Don't say 'you', I know it's all arranged with a single calculation!"
Secretary Dakang: "If that senior expert is willing to come out and meet me, I'll welcome him at any time. He's helped us a lot! "
Odd Zhuo: "So now …"
Secretary Dakang: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and hold a press conference. This time, the overseas returnee elite group of the Demon Hunters Association has been wiped out. I want to see what the netizens have to say. "
Odd Zhuo: "…"
…
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In the end, the Demon Hunters Association's grand plan to organize overseas returnee elites to attack No. 60 High had ended with the deaths of almost all of them, except for two people who hadn't died … One was Elder Ji Xing, who was struggling bitterly, and the other was Elder Yaren, who was in the middle of a ghostly resurrection and had already been detained and arrested.
These two were the first and second ranked experts among the overseas returnee elites this time. Even so, they had already completely lost the ability to fight, and wouldn't be able to participate in battle for the time being.
It was still peaceful at noon at No. 60 High. Uncle Qiu's fruit pancake stall was ready to close up at noon. Just as Uncle Qiu was about to push his cart away, a guest with a snow-white face holding a black umbrella suddenly appeared. This person's aura was very gloomy and cold, and when he approached, even the temperature of the stove on the pancake cart seemed to drop a few degrees.
A small black umbrella covered half of the newcomer's face, and it was impossible to see his full appearance.
Uncle Qiu raised his eyebrows and then sighed silently in his heart. "Sir … I don't have enough batter here, so I can only make one last pancake. Do you want crispy pancakes or youtiao? The ingredients for my pancake aren't very fresh at noon. If you still want it, this old man can give you a discount … "
The man under the black umbrella said quietly, "Youtiao."
His words were concise and to the point, and he didn't say anything more.
"Alright." Uncle Qiu nodded and started to make the pancake.
When he cracked the egg, Uncle Qiu couldn't help sighing. "It's really peaceful today."
Hearing this, the man under the black umbrella was silent.
"People are like making pancakes; in the end, you have to make a careful choice whether you want to add sweet sauce or spicy sauce. There are some places you can provoke, and some places you can't … "At this point, Uncle Qiu had already finished making a pancake, and he very familiarly wrapped it in oilpaper." Here, young man, your pancake. "
This customer with the black umbrella stared at the pancake and didn't move for a long time as he watched Uncle Qiu push the cart away from the end of the road.
Under the black umbrella, President Bai was utterly stupefied.
He hadn't been standing still for a long time just now because he had stopped to think, but because he had been frozen in place by a powerful aura, which made it impossible for him to move even half a step!
Could it be that this No. 60 High really was a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons?
Even an old uncle selling pancakes at the entrance was so terrifying?
President Bai narrowed his eyes deeply as he started to weigh the pros and cons.
Then he lowered his head and took a bite of the pancake in his hand …
Hm …
It was fried …
…
On the other side, at the window of Grade One, Class Three, Wang Ling secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and his unfocused eyes refocused. The Great Soul Transformation Spell just now was a way to attach one's soul to another person's body. He had used Uncle Qiu's body to give President Bai a warning. Although he wasn't sure if it would work, it could be said that this was Wang Ling's "ultimatum."
Mother Wang had taught him to be a polite child since he was young, and to be polite before resorting to force! Wang Ling felt that his warning just now could be said to be … very polite!
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