Ma Hongjun knew Dai Mubai's personality fairly well:
If he hadn't suffered at Du Cheng's hands, he definitely wouldn't have acted so out of control.
Recalling Teacher Zhao's earlier reminder, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but feel delighted:
What was this called?
Having the right time, place, and people!
Naturally, Dai Mubai had no idea what Ma Hongjun was thinking.
"Humph!"
"I was merely careless for a moment."
With a cold snort, Dai Mubai did not directly answer Ma Hongjun's question.
"Tang San, didn't you say that once your teacher arrived, you'd be able to deal with Du Cheng?"
Turning his gaze toward Tang San beside him, Dai Mubai asked directly.
"It was almost a success."
Thinking of what had happened today, Tang San's expression darkened somewhat:
"But who could have expected the headmaster to actually speak up for Du Cheng?"
"The headmaster must have had his own reasons for doing so."
Hearing Tang San trying to shift the topic onto Flender, Oscar, who was lying on the bed nearby, hurriedly spoke:
"If you ask me, if we want to deal with Du Cheng, we'll have to do it ourselves."
"That's right!"
As soon as Oscar finished speaking, Ma Hongjun, who still reeked of burnt flesh, impatiently chimed in:
"No matter how strong he is, he's only a Soul Elder."
"As long as we all work together, teaching him a lesson will be easy."
When it came to hatred for Du Cheng, Ma Hongjun was undoubtedly the most resentful person present:
After all, if not for Du Cheng, he would not have nearly been burned to death.
Turning to Tang San and Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun looked at them expectantly:
"What do you think?"
Teacher Zhao had reminded him that as long as he gained the support of these two, they