Once the time was right and it was confirmed that Mu Qing no longer had the energy to say anything she shouldn't, the blockade around her was lifted.
Completely unconsciously, Mu Qing blurted out, "I admit defeat."
As soon as he said this, the medical staff rushed forward. Fan Daoyi also relaxed and patted his chest in relief.
Then he bowed to them and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry for the trouble."
"Please wait a moment," a medical worker called out to Fan Daoyi, who was about to leave the field.
Fan Daoyi turned his head in confusion. "Hmm?"
"Could you please recut those parts of the body into several pieces?"
At this moment, Mu Qing's limbs were flailing about, with his lower leg possibly attached to his hip bone and an arm attached below, making him look strange.
"It's probably possible, but I'd have difficulty controlling the splitting precisely."
"It's alright, we'll repair and suture it later."
The medical team all said so, Fan Daoyi nodded.
They exchanged a hand signal, and Mu Qing was injected with an anesthetic while the bleeding was stopped.
Fan Daoyi, and the body was dismembered. The medical team collected the pieces and carried the mutilated man onto a stretcher.
After confirming everything was correct, I returned to the stands and happened to see He Piaojian talking with Principal Fu.
Principal Fu sat casually beside her, reminding her, "I know you two had a little disagreement, but you went a bit too far. It's not a good look. Do you know how many connections I pulled to make things this peaceful?"
"Hmph, if you can't be relied on, I'm still here," He Piaojian said.
Listening to their conversation, Fan Daoyi naturally understood what they had figured out.
Indeed, this kind of insincere and clumsy acting is obvious to anyone with eyes to see.
Such a smooth process could only be attributed to the assistance of others.
The Principal Fu saw Dao Yi figure in the distance, beckoned him over, and whispered, "Is he alright?"
"He won't die."
Upon receiving this answer, Principal Fu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. As long as no one dies, your excuse is indeed easy to use to smooth things over."
"Why are you helping me?" Dao Yi asked the two of them.
"What are you saying? You and Jianjian are members of Dawn. Can't you fight back when you're insulted?"
Principal Fu truly lives up to his reputation for being able to collude and get along with He Piaojian; he's incredibly straightforward.
"What if I'm not a good person?" Dao Yi smiled. "Is it really okay to trust me so much?"
He Piaojian shook his head vigorously, retorting, "Dao Yi in our Dao Yi the absolute best person, that's universally acknowledged! If anyone says you're not good, that's their problem!"
Principal Fu glanced at He Piaojian, somewhat puzzled. "How did you get disciplined like this?"
"Wow, what are you saying?! Dao Yi is my purse... my dearest friend and family, who says he's just picking a He Piaojian?"
You actually meant to say "money bag," right? There's really no need for such an abrupt transition.
Fan Daoyi silently complained to himself.
"Heh." Principal Fu snorted coldly.
"Why don't you two go to the ring and have a fight? Don't you plan to get back at Principal Fu start of the semester?" Fan Daoyi, watching the show with his arms crossed.
"That won't be necessary. It concerns the nation's reputation and shouldn't be displayed in front of the public." The Principal Fu's eyes darted around, a mischievous idea already forming in his mind. "However, we can hold our own competition in a few days."
"Okay, whoever loses will cover the other's expenses for the next week." He Piaojian accepted the Principal Fu's suggestion.
Upon Principal Fu He Piaojian's request, Fu Xiao scoffed, "No offense, but do you even have money?"
"I..." He Piaojian paused, then turned to look at Fan Daoyi beside him. "Hehe~"
A sly laugh; the meaning was self-evident.
Dao Yi once said: Money is an external thing.
Their conflict inexplicably Fan Daoyi, who had started it, into the fray. Dao Yi sighed helplessly, waving his hand not as a refusal, but as a reminder that it was up to him to decide what to do.
"Look, we've got money now."
Using other people's money to gamble, and yet so brazenly doing so. To cooperate with someone so shameless is truly unparalleled, utterly invincible.
"Three people."
Just as He Piaojian and Principal Fu were chatting enthusiastically, and Fan Daoyi intently, a sudden interruption broke the silence.
A shy woman lowered her head, seemingly afraid to talk to a stranger, her fingertips constantly rubbing together. "Um... it's Sword One's turn to go on stage again, the announcement keeps going on."
They then looked up and drew number 6.
He Piaojian twisted his neck and walked down from the stands. The person in front of him was one of the students led by Olivia.
He Piaojian sized up the other person a few times, waiting for them to speak.
As expected, the other side couldn't contain themselves and began their pre-match conversation. "You China have a saying, 'It is good to have friends coming from afar,' but..."
"Though they are far away, they shall be punished."
He Piaojian interrupted the conversation.
"Oh, is that how it's said?"
"Are you an idiot? Of course not." These were He Piaojian's words, and also his rebuttal.
While the other person was still stunned, he continued, "This saying means 'Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?' It means that I'm so happy that you, as my friend, have come all this way to be my doom!"
"Are you crazy?!" The other person was clearly dumbfounded.
He Piaojian retorted, "You're the one who's sick, your whole family is sick."
The other person's rhetoric was clearly much better than the previous gentleman's; he had learned some of the essence of China.
However, after a few words, He Piaojian said something they hadn't expected.
"Rebound!"
A mouthful of blood choked him, and the opponent collapsed.
Perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, He Piaojian switched to a strange, translator's tone. "Oh! Sir, I swear! I'll kick your ass hard with my shoe, I promise!"
Then, he kicked the man off the stage again.
Olivia, watching from above, turned pale. She gritted her teeth and said, "China, a land of etiquette, how can there be such despicable people?"
Similarly, the China representative sitting next to him, with his legs crossed and a stern face, said seriously, "Please watch your words, Miss Olivia. This is just an exhibition match; he didn't do anything wrong."
"That was verbal abuse. Even in an exhibition match, sportsmanship should be upheld!"
"What did he humiliate?" the deep voice said gently. "It's just that you all have such poor mental fortitude."
Olivia was speechless and could only clench her fists and turn her gaze back to the ring.
No, this guy has to die.
The China representative could only smile helplessly as he watched He Piaojian, who had won using this method, achieve victory.
Stop him? What a joke. Even if he paid to invite He Piaojian, how could he not be happy to see the other school so humiliated?
This is just the beginning of the real show.
Sensing the murderous intent emanating from Olivia, the representative glanced sideways and whispered something to his subordinates.
The subordinate nodded in acceptance and turned to leave.
"Ugh, headache. I still have to write an article. I hope that Little Cheapie will tone it down and give me some peace of mind in the face of the upcoming international criticism."
He whispered to himself.