Deploying troops? Please apply seven working days in advance

January 3rd, 8 PM.

At the entrance of a luxurious villa in the wealthy residential area of Mao City, two human awakened Human Race with chains around their waists walked out one after the other.

They wore hoods to conceal their faces, and their clothes still bore some obvious traces of blood.

Behind them, the magnificent villa remained brightly lit, yet it was now shrouded in a cold, deathly silence.

Of the two, the middle-aged man in front conjured a document out of thin air and confirmed the location of the next target.

After that, he and his juniors disappeared from the spot.

The moment they left, the space on the villa's roof appeared slightly distorted.

A figure dressed entirely in black suddenly appeared, and was now squatting on the exquisite green tiles, resting his chin on his hand.

Behind him, dark wings gently folded, reflecting a metallic sheen under the light.

"The flavors are different, but the overall taste is surprisingly similar."

It's like having the same chef who gathers all sorts of rare and precious ingredients from all over the world.

However, he did not create different dishes based on the characteristics of these ingredients.

He even managed to turn them all into the same dish that he was good at.

The taste was certainly not bad, but it was a complete waste of resources.

Moreover, he had already noticed it before.

"Those similar chains all seem to be alive."

The murmurs faded into the air, space distorted again, and the figure vanished once more.

"Have you found the head of the family?"

"No, it's nowhere to be found, even the strategic map is gone!"

"Damn, is Bo Xiwan backing down?"

"Watch your words! Don't say anything that could undermine morale!"

Inside Shengtian Public School, which had now become a battlefield, several elders of the Bo Xi Family finally realized that something was wrong.

They were fighting tooth and nail in front of everyone, so why was the newly appointed head of the family so silent?

So they secretly retreated to the rear and began frantically searching for their master.

"Don't panic. This matter must not be spread. Some of you go and inform the elders, while the rest of you come with me to stabilize the situation."

"The most urgent task is to capture Shengtian and then formally take over Academy Island."

"Clear!"

Seeing the crowd disperse, the old man who had given the order sighed with worry.

Now, the Bo Xi Families are completely on the defensive; they must fight, and they must win.

Otherwise, the other prominent families at the Wu City would definitely have joined forces to tear the Bo Xi Family apart.

"Elder, what's wrong?"

The worried questions from the others who followed behind him brought the old man back to his senses.

"It's alright, let's go."

"Yes."

The Academic Faction that stubbornly clung to Shengtian Public School also noticed the anomaly.

Why is there so little support coming?

"Principal, the communication with the City Hall is still down."

"Principal, we haven't been able to contact the mayor."

"Headmaster,..."

The high-ranking officials who used to actively seek to build relationships with him have all tacitly disappeared.

The old principal stood at a high position in the command center, his face growing increasingly gloomy, like a sky turning from cloudy to stormy.

By the time the troops stationed in the southern part of the Moonfall Continent receive approval from higher-ups and arrive, it will be dawn at the earliest.

Given the current situation, it's hard to say whether they can even hold out until the middle of the night.

Ignoring the monotonous bad news, the old headmaster walked to a Psychic Energy communication device.

"Get out of the way."

"Okay... yes, Principal."

The reporter, trembling with fear, quickly got up and, with a strong survival instinct, replaced the principal's chair with one that had a cushion.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

The communication equipment started working again, and this time, after an agonizingly long wait, the equipment finally connected.

"Hello, this is the Human Race Security Committee's office in Mao City."

A monotone voice came through the communicator, with a formulaic and rigid tone.

The old principal lowered his eyes to suppress his increasingly anxious thoughts.

He knew very well that dealing with the "agents" at the top level inevitably involved lengthy "officialese," and there was no point in rushing.

"I am Lan Guihang, the current principal of Shengtian Public School and the head of the Academy Island Special Zone."

Good evening, Principal Lan. Is there anything I can help you with?

Upon hearing this question, Lan Guihang had just suppressed his anger, burst into laughter.

His temples were streaked with gray from the chaos of the day, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger and exhaustion.

A slightly hoarse voice slowly uttered, "Ha! The entire Academy Island is in chaos, and you're asking me what's going on!"

"I need you to report this to higher-ups immediately, and at the same time, deploy troops from southern Moonfall Continent to suppress the rebellion!"

He directly defined the turmoil as a rebellion and labeled all the noble families who came to the island as traitors to the Human Race.

Lan Guihang knew very well that his student—the commander of the nearby garrison—could perhaps send some scattered soldiers over.

However, large-scale troop movements are absolutely prohibited without authorization.

There is no room for haste or expediency; military power is the rulers' Achilles' heel, and to touch it is to die!

Therefore, he attempted to use the Human Race high command to agree to send troops to war.

But his wishful thinking made him subconsciously overlook one point.

That is, the Human Race high command simply don't want the Academic Cliques to continue sucking blood from Mao City.

"I'm sorry, Principal Lan, but the deployment of troops is a serious matter, and we have no right to interfere."

"This is a serious matter; you must submit your application at least seven working days in advance."

"You can go to the service hall of the Human Race Security Committee's office in Mao City tomorrow morning to complete the application procedures."

Immediately afterwards, the communication device emitted the usual bureaucratic platitudes about written applications and pending approval.

Lan Guihang stopped listening, cut off the communication, and then spoke to the messenger beside him.

"The higher-ups won't support us anymore. I will seek help from the All-School Alliance headquarters and other public schools in nearby cities."

"Notify everyone to fight and retreat, preserving our strength."

"But, old headmaster, do we really have to give up..."

"As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood. If we can't sit still, the powerful families won't have any peace either."

Lan Guihang's resentment had subsided; reason told him that this was simply a trap set by the higher-ups to reclaim Mao City.

Their Academic Faction ultimately prevented them from protecting Mao City.

Then the only option is to make up for it with one last big profit without causing significant losses to the Human Race.

Meanwhile, the commotion on Academy Island effectively masked the undercurrents in Mao City on the opposite shore.

Therefore, even late at night, the covert purge plan remained hidden from public view.

Clearly, any party that wants to control Mao City desires a relatively intact Mao City.

Unlike the current Academy Island, which is devastated and where property losses are incalculable.

However, the truth will eventually come out.

The killing of numerous high-ranking officials and dignitaries close to Shengtian naturally did not escape the notice of these politicians and wealthy businessmen, whose sense of danger was at its peak.

"Ms. Pei, as you predicted, we can no longer contact the others."

In the elegantly decorated hall, an elderly woman was speaking respectfully to the young woman beside her.

She was dressed in fine clothes and adorned with gold and silver, clearly not an ordinary person.

Upon hearing this, the woman beside her gently reassured her, "Don't worry, Councilor Yang, I will take care of your personal safety."

Pei Qinglan held the old woman's still well-maintained, fair and smooth hand, and gently assured her.

This is a member of their Academic Faction; they absolutely cannot afford any mistakes.