Inside the ambulance racing like wind and lightning, the temperature was as cold as in a hearse.
Zuo Haoran sat rigid as a corpse for a long while before he said miserably, "Uncle, I'm crippled."
The dean of students' horse-like face twitched for a long while. "It's all Uncle's fault for not keeping you in line. But don't be too upset. Medical technology is far better than it was in the Earth Era. With stimulation from monster nerve cells and exotic growth hormones, even paralysis can be cured. It will just take some time."
Zuo Haoran looked dazed as he murmured, "Then I can't take this year's National College Entrance Examination."
"Mm, forget about this year. Focus on recovering. Next year, or the year after—"
The dean of students had originally wanted to say, "Getting into a decent associate degree program then wouldn't be bad," but after thinking it over, he swallowed the words.
Yet Zuo Haoran could hear the meaning beneath his uncle's words.
The world around him turned into hell, and he changed from a living corpse into a hideous demon within it.
"Meng Chao."
He chewed over the name with half fear and half fury, his eyes like glowing charcoal. "I want him dead. Uncle, help me kill him!"
The dean of students gave a bitter smile. "Haoran, no matter how much power your uncle has, there's still the Principal above me, the vice principal beside me, and stubborn mules like Yan Dongxing who won't yield to threats or bribes. I'm not the sole ruler of the school! Besides, this really was your fault. Sigh, if you wanted to teach that kid a lesson, why did you use the Heart Crushing Hammer? Fine, you used it—but someone filmed the entire thing. How am I supposed to help