Terrorists

In the intermediate academy, thirty students were in the graduating class of sixteen-year-olds. There was a two-tabled private room as well, indicating obvious segregation.

Within the room, Zhao Yuanyuan and Chen Ming were in the limelight, both busy receiving congratulatory praises for having their abilities awakened. One of them already a member of a mercenary team, and was rumored to have earned 50,000 yuan this month alone!

In the eyes of these fresh graduates who had only just stepped out into the world, 50,000 yuan was an unobtainable amount. They were accustomed to being supported by their parents.

To some of the less wealthy students, 50,000 yuan was 5 years worth of their parents' salary. Cheng Ming had earned the entire sum in all but a month.

Now, who wouldn't have envied that?

"Zhou Hao, Qin Feng, you're here!" Chen Ming called out to them, waving, but as his friends drew closer, his brows creased.