Zhong Yuanbei leaped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Him, teach me a lesson? I'll call the Principal to deal with him!"
Chen Gu snickered inwardly. See? He still doesn't dare to confront Director Shentu himself.
He stood up and checked on Chu Zheng. He found her bound with special metal wires, similar in function to the Bureau of Mystic Security's safety locks but far more restrictive, preventing any movement or speech once fastened.
He went over to Beschenco's corpse and fumbled around, getting his hands covered in blood. He could only shoot his instructor a helpless, resentful glare.
Zhong Yuanbei glared back. "Why are you looking at me? How was I supposed to know he couldn't take a beating..."
An Eighth Energy Level thrashing a Sixth Energy Level... How much did you expect him to take? Chen Gu thought.
