Disperse

"Master, it seems that the matter has been resolved. Those policemen must have already left." Wang An said softly to Ye Bei.

"En." Ye Bei nodded.

"Master, we've been sitting here for a long time, and do you want to let them go? If they keep stuck there, no one will come here to read." After a few seconds of silence, Wang An continued.

"Let them forget something." Following Ye Bei's voice, at the entrance of the library, a cool breeze appeared abruptly, whizzing on everyone on the scene.

Surrounded by a group of high-level school officials, Yan Bowen, with a dark complexion, was a little startled after feeling the cold wind, and then looked at the people next to him in shock, "What are you doing here? Weren't we in the conference room before?"

"I do not know either."

"Yeah, what are you doing here?"

"Hey, you students, why are you gathering here instead of going to class? Do you want to make trouble?"