The Director of the 749 Bureau's Overseas Talent Recruitment Office Is Here!

Sing Sing noticed that the students' eyes were brimming with tears.

These beasts used children as human bombs; they really went all out and slaughtered these students...

What's the difference between myself and the vampire at my feet?

Sing Sing's anger surged, and he kicked Smith in the ribs.

He nearly trampled someone to death.

A burly boy, nearly two meters tall, rushed out from the opposite direction.

The grayish-brown rocks spread along his skin, quickly forming a thick layer of stone armor.

"I'm sorry! I don't want to die!"

The rock boy cried out and charged at Sing Sing with a punch.

Two girls suddenly appeared from the left and right sides.

One person sprayed out two jets of dark green, highly acidic water, while the other sprayed out lubricating oil, which crossed and sealed off both sides of Sing Sing.

Wow! Rebellious teenagers in their adolescence!

Deadpool drew his twin swords, eager to test his skills.

"Watch me cut these disrespectful brats into fruit platters that cost ten yuan for three boxes!"

Sing Sing reached out, grabbed Deadpool, and shoved him backward.

"Fight my foot! Put away your knife and use your fists!"

Deadpool slammed into the snowdrift behind him with a thud, leaving only his legs sticking out and thrashing about.

The rock boy had already charged forward.

Sing Sing slightly shifted his feet, drew a circle in front of his chest with his hands, and released his Inner Qi, creating a flexible wall of energy in front of him.

Bang!

The rocky body seemed to have bumped into a pile of cotton.

Sing Sing grabbed the boy's thick, stone arm, flipped his wrist, and gently guided him with a Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Step.

After a dizzying spin, the rock boy used his momentum to leap into the air, spinning three large circles in mid-air.

"Lie down and calm down!"

Sing Sing pressed down with one palm, skillfully dissipating the boy's momentum and directly pinning the stone figure to the ground.

At this moment, two liquid attacks came from the left and right.

Sing Sing Chow shrugged, took off his already tattered coat, and poured his Inner Qi into it.

The entire suit instantly straightened.

Sing Sing spun rapidly while holding his clothes in one hand, the jacket dancing in front of him like a black iron umbrella.

Sizzle--!

The strong acid and lubricating oil hit the suit and were flung away by the centrifugal force of the rotation.

The acid was reversed and poured onto the debt collectors and thugs nearby.

"Ouch! My butt!"

The debt collectors who had been pretending to be dead on the ground screamed and rolled around on the ground, clutching their smoking flesh.

Jacqueline, who was watching the show while leaning against the door frame, was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Christopher, standing beside him, clutched his canvas bag, his expression complex.

Is this guy named Stephen Chow holding back?

Behind them, the remaining nine students had already lost their minds due to the electric current from the collars.

A blazing fireball and several pale blue wind blades hurtled towards them.

Sing Sing's footwork became chaotic and strange.

He staggered forward, eyes closed, taking unsteady steps, towards the fireballs and wind blades.

A fireball grazed his nose and hit the ground, but Sing Sing managed to avoid it by tilting his head back while hiccuping.

He leaned to the left, and just as he was about to slip and fall, he managed to slip through the gap between the two intersecting wind blades.

"A loan of $120,000 ballooned to $890,000? Just to get into a lousy college?"

While staggering and being chased by several people, Sing Sing Chow unleashed a high-density output of energy.

"If you can't find a job after graduation, the interest rate will double, and then you'll have to go to underground clubs to be a blood donation for those old men?"

He casually swatted away the ice spike that came flying from the side.

"Hey you bunch of blockheads, did you get eaten by zombies in the cafeteria?!"

"Even the village idiot could tell it was a scam contract, and you dared to put your fingerprints on it?"

The red-haired boy opposite, unleashing flames, had red-rimmed eyes, tears mingling with soot streaming down his face. He gritted his teeth and screamed in despair:

"We had no choice! We had absolutely no choice!"

"Without student loans, we'll just rot away in the slums for the rest of our lives!"

A Black girl nearby, who was also releasing electric currents, loudly echoed the sentiment.

"If we default on our contract, they will send people to vandalize our parents' shop and use the exorbitant debt to drive our family members to their deaths!"

Just as the girl was crying out, a transparent short blade silently appeared to Sing Sing's right.

Sing Sing seemed to be sleepwalking and scratching an itch, so he poked to the side.

Thud!

Ripples spread through the air, and a young Asian girl with bangs appeared, her forehead directly facing Sing Sing's sword finger.

The gentle yet domineering Inner Qi flowed into her from between her eyebrows, causing the little girl to shudder. The gravity-based short blade in her hand dissipated, leaving her rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Having regained his composure, Sing Sing withdrew his finger, gathered his strength, and roared at the entire audience of students:

"Fart!"

Why should children from poor families have to take out these exorbitant, bloodsucking loans just to go to school?!

Sing Sing moved through the crowd, clapping and waving his hands.

He then applied pressure to several students' soft acupoints, including Jianjing, Quchi, and Zusanli.

With several loud thuds, several students felt a numbness in half of their bodies and collapsed limply to the ground.

"What's wrong with wanting to study and improve yourself? What's wrong with wanting your family to have a good life?!"

Sing Sing Chow kicked up some gravel from the ground, which hit the wrist of the girl who could release electric current.

"You're not in the wrong!"

"It's this bunch of scum who turned education into a meat grinder! It's this cannibalistic system that treats you like pigs to be slaughtered!"

He stood in the middle of the crowd and announced, patting his chest.

"Listen up, everyone! I'm the director of the Overseas Talent Recruitment Office of the 749 Bureau of China! I'm telling you this right now!"

"As long as you're willing to come back to the East with me, we'll take care of all the damn student loans you owe these bastards. You won't have to pay a single penny!"

The rock boy, who had fallen to the ground, looked utterly incredulous.

Sing Sing spoke with a firm and powerful tone:

"When they arrive in our area, those who haven't graduated will be placed in top universities for further studies, with the government providing full subsidies, room and board, and even pocket money!"

"Once you graduate, you'll be directly assigned a secure, government-affiliated job in your field!"

"Provide a full range of welfare and protection measures based on the job risks!"

"In our country, the workers are the masters of the nation!"

These words left the group of eighteen- and nineteen-year-old boys and girls in disbelief.

Free books?

Does the company guarantee job assignment?

Don't want to be treated like livestock?

And you don't need to worry about implicating your family?

The long-standing infighting within the Ivy League Fund's debt, the grievances and despair of struggling on the brink of life and death, finally broke down completely.

"Wow!"

The stone armor on the rock boy peeled off with a whoosh.

She covered her face with her hands and burst into tears, sobbing, "I didn't want to kill anyone... I just wanted to study civil engineering, I wanted to buy my mom a house that wouldn't leak..."

The remaining eleven students could no longer hold back.

They all lost their powers; some wept bitterly, while others tried to pry open the collars around their necks.

Deadpool, who had crawled out of the snowdrift, clicked his tongue in amazement, then turned and spread his hands at the air:

"See that? That's the ultimate verbal skill of a max-level political officer!"

"Without firing a single shot, they won over the enemy with just welfare benefits. I give this cultural export a perfect score!"

Just as the twelve students gave up resistance...

Smith, his mouth spitting blood, watched as his "living assets" were turned against him and went on strike with just a few words. A look of resentment and madness flashed in his eyes.

"A bunch of traitorous, despicable bastards..."

"Want to enjoy a life of luxury with him? Dream on!"

Smith roared with a ferocious expression:

"If I can't have it, no one can take it away!"

"You traitors, you'll all go to hell and be buried with me!"

While everyone's attention was on the students, Smith quietly reached for the remote control that had fallen into the muddy water.

I pushed open the bottom cover of the remote control and pressed my fingerprint onto the detonation button.

"Go to hell! Hahaha!"

Click!

The crisp sound of the keys clicking was particularly jarring in the night air.

The next second.

"Beep beep! Beep beep--!"

The collars around the necks of the twelve Mutants students glowed with a blinding red light.

The miniature high explosive inside the collar was fully activated, and only two seconds remained before detonation!

"No!"

Christopher's eyes widened in fury, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

In the blink of an eye.

Sing Sing's eyes widened, a dazzling golden light flashing in their depths.

With his vast Inner Qi unleashed without reservation, twelve visible bursts of energy shot out!