Mr. Zerom was the first to respond. Like a bird, Mr. Zerom jumped out from behind the line of desks and chairs and walked before Samira with just one step. Samira, who had just awoken and was shaking his head, passed out once again from Zerom’s ferocious kick.
“Besides, do you know how arrogant you have been? The survival training for the students from Blackhot City is something that has always been officially protected and endorsed by Blackhot City. During the survival training, the students attending it will be managed in a semi-militarized manner and will comply with the war-time management decree of Andaman Alliance. The entire Wild Wolf Valley is similar to a military camp. Despite this, the Samira Business Group had dared to ignore the laws and traditions of the Andaman Alliance. You had dared to trespass Wild Wolf Valley and casually tried to capture a student who was attending this survival training. Aren’t you violating the laws and dignity of Blackhot City? Aren’t you treating the wartime decree of the Andaman Alliance as bullsh*t? I have already begun to doubt whether or not you are a mole from the Norman Empire whose aim is to disturb this survival training by using the excuse of arresting me in an attempt to cause the confidence in Blackhot City and the Andaman Alliance to waver...”
At this moment, Captain Kerlin, Mr. Zerom, Miss Qili, all the teachers, and the horny students outside the door were gazing at Zhang Tie as if they were looking at a ghost. Everyone had witnessed how this miner had used his mouth to complete an amazing reversal, step by step revealing Samira’s “hidden status” as a mole of the Norman Empire.
There was a deafening silence in the car after that, as Nero thought about the fact that his teacher was telling him his father would help him cover up murder, or in polite terminology, friendly fire.
There was a jack-o'-lantern trapped in a block of ice persistently reinforced by a large canister of what he presumed to be liquid nitrogen, another was a scarecrow wrapped in chains with a sackcloth placed over its face.
Instead, a powerful force sent Amelio reeling, and taking a few steps back, he dropped to the ground unceremoniously, knocked unconscious by one strike from Alex's aether-covered fist.