Three days later.
Director Nasarala led a group of elite officers toward Jiawen Chinese School with fierce momentum.
"Storm in, control everyone. Let not a single one slip through," Nasarala said.
Before long, the police under Nasarala's command burst into the classrooms and detained the teachers and more than forty students of Jiawen Chinese School.
At that moment, Principal Lin Jiawen came over after hearing the commotion and asked Nasarala, "And you are?"
"I am Nasarala, director of the Bangkok Kawa Police Department. I heard you have been conducting illegal educational activities. Are you the principal of this Chinese school?" Nasarala asked.
Lin Jiawen replied haughtily, "I am the principal. What do you want?"
Rather than becoming angry, Nasarala laughed. "You ask what I want? Don't you know that Siam does not permit the large-scale spread of Far East Empire culture?"
Lin Jiawen's attitude was honestly rather amusing to this Siamese police chief. Since when did a "Chinese" dare treat his official uniform with such disrespect?
Lin Jiawen said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "So what? Don't think I'm afraid of your Siam government. Everything I've done is entirely legal and compliant. What can you do to me?"
Nasarala was genuinely furious now. He said sternly, "Very well. I have never seen someone as unafraid of death as you. Knowing the law and breaking it anyway—sure enough, His Majesty the King was right to crack down on you Chinese. Take them all away."
Lin Jiawen showed no fear at all. "Who dares?"
Nasarala had no idea where this "Chinese" got his confidence. "I dare. Do it."
Yet Lin Jiawen unexpectedly shouted in Chinese, "Brothers, get ready!"
Nasarala did not know what Lin Jiawen had said, but just as his subordinates prepared to handcuff everyone here and take them away, the teachers