After doing all this, the Scribe didn't forget to wipe his hands with the man's clothes.
He then stood up and kicked him in the waist, sending him flying back to Zhuang Mu's feet.
"Your men were dishonest, so I taught them a lesson. You're welcome."
He grinned, looking at Scribe as if he hadn't done anything at all what had just happened.
Staring intently at his subordinate at his feet, Zhuang Mu's eyes were filled with shock, and his expression froze on his face.
After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice trembling.
"You murderous maniac! Killing innocent people wasn't enough for you, now you want to attack us too!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd finally realized what was happening.
Those who believed the newspaper reports and concluded that the Scribe was a murderer went even further, directly accusing him.
"Yeah, yeah, you murderer, stop right now!"
"Release that man immediately! He is one of Crown Prince Ayu's men!"
"Don't you know any manners? Not only do you not treat people well, but you even resort to violence!"
All sorts of voices reached the Scribe's ears: some blamed him for beating people, some insulted him as a murderer, and others wished him dead sooner.
However, the Scribe's face remained expressionless, as if he couldn't hear these voices.
He strode forward, grabbed Zhuang Mu by the neck, and said...
"You just said I wanted to kill you all?"
"No, what else?"
Suddenly having his vital parts gripped, Zhuang Mu's speech became somewhat incoherent.
His strong physique brought him no sense of security whatsoever. At this moment, he wished he were a delicate woman who could hide behind someone else.
"You beat him so badly, his teeth and blood were flying out."
"I advise you to let go as soon as possible, and I can pretend nothing happened."
"With so many people in front of you, you should know what your best choice is."
After putting on a brave face and threatening the Scribe a few times, a hint of mockery flashed deep in Zhuang Mu's eyes.
In his view, the Scribe beat up his subordinate simply to establish his authority.
Since the incident has already occurred and I am currently at a disadvantage, I might as well back down for now.
First, keep the Scribe calm. When I get back, I'll report what happened to A-Yu and make him pay a heavy price!
Feeling pleased with his own cleverness, Zhuang Mu then grinned.
"Okay, let me go."
"No, no, no, I think you've misunderstood something."
Scribe shook his head slightly and waved a finger in front of Zhuang Mu.
"It's not that I'm afraid to kill you, it's that you're not worth it."
As he spoke, Scribe released the hand that was gripping Zhuang Mu's neck.
"That's more like it."
No sooner had he finished speaking Scribe's fist landed on his face.
"Killing you would mean dealing with your bodies, which is not as satisfying as beating you up."
Zhuang Mu's men were stunned to see their boss being beaten.
They remained motionless, as if they had lost their souls.
Since following Ayu, I can get whatever I want wherever I go.
This was the first time they had ever encountered someone like the Scribe.
Not only did they disrespect Ah Yu, but they even dared to beat us and the others in front of so many people.
After quickly beating Zhuang Mu, the Scribe went to the remaining people.
"Don't move, let me teach them one by one."
Seeing Zhuang Mu and his group being beaten by the Scribe, the surrounding crowd instinctively made way for them.
The person closest to them even turned their back and covered their ears.
The scene was far too brutal; those who were used to peace could hardly bear such violence.
Painful screams echoed through the sky, blood splattered on the ground, and twisted human bodies trembled incessantly.
Before long, Zhuang Mu and all his men were lying on the ground.
"Alright, let's go in."
Scribe clapped his hands in a crisscross motion and smiled at Koinatsu and the others.
"I guess you've had enough of the show and are getting impatient."
Nodding, Koinatsu and the Kocho Sisters, realizing what was happening, headed into the building.
As she passed Zhuang Mu, Ren kicked him hard.
"Ouch."
Zhuang Mu, who was already covered in bruises, was hit with another "waist-shattering kick," and his face turned deathly pale instantly.
After watching Koinatsu and the Kocho Sisters go inside, Scribe did not follow them, but instead walked to Zhuang Mu's side.
She crouched down, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head up.
"You just said you wanted to join Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals, right?"
"No, no, no, I didn't."
At this moment, Zhuang Mu was completely devoid of his previous arrogance. He no longer dared to act as domineeringly as before, ordering the Scribe to invite them in.
"You misheard me. I didn't say we weren't going in."
"No, you have to go in."
With a wicked smile, Scribe patted Zhuang Mu's face.
"I'm a very easy person to talk to, and I always try to help others."
Chapter 526 Human Ball Performance Art
After saying that, the Scribe released his hand and stood up.
The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold expression.
"Now, you can get inside."
His head slammed into the ground, leaving a bloody gash.
Before Zhuang Mu could even let out a few screams, he heard the Scribe's words and couldn't help but shudder.
Struggling to his feet, he forcibly dragged himself toward the Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals building.
He had only taken two steps when Scribe kicked him in the waist, knocking him to the ground.
"I said, get in."
Speak slowly and deliberately, the Scribe pointed to the ground with his finger, his eyes seemingly filled with a hint of murderous intent.
"You roll like that, with your hands behind your head, your body curled up, and your center of gravity shifted, do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand everything."
Zhuang Mu nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at the Scribe.
What just happened has completely shattered his self-esteem and confidence.
Now, Zhuang Mu only wants to survive the Scribe's clutches and return alive to A Yu's side.
He covered his head with his hands and rolled towards the building, just as the Scribe had instructed.
"And for you, haven't you already had someone set an example for you?"
Seeing that Zhuang Mu had obediently complied, Scribe snorted coldly at his subordinates.
"Or do you want to be educated by me again?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Mu's men shuddered and then followed their boss's example, rolling over.
Following behind these balls, the Scribe walked slowly.
If he notices someone rolling in the wrong direction, he'll go over and kick them, correcting their course for free.
Thus, under the tireless guidance of the Scribe, Zhuang Mu and his group successfully obtained full marks in the course "Human-Ball Rolling".
It wasn't until their figures disappeared into the Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals building that the surrounding crowd gradually realized what had happened.
"I didn't see wrong, did I?"
"The Mister Scribe not only beat up the Crown Prince's men, but also made them 'roll' inside."
"This is terrible, this is really terrible, something big has happened!"
Exclamations of surprise arose as people discussed what had just happened.
For a moment, these people even forgot why they had gathered here in the first place.
Of course, not everyone was frightened by what just happened.
Some bold and quick-witted individuals were already considering whether to tell Crown Prince Ayu about this in exchange for wealth or something else.
After all, as the future emperor, Ayumi could not ignore someone like the Scribe who made him lose face.
Not to mention, the Scribe was also a "murderer" reported in the news, and should have been punished by the royal family.
Ignoring what others thought, Scribe was still "instructing" Zhuang Mu and the others inside the building.
Ever since the news of "Scribe's Killing" made the front page of the newspaper, the employees of Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals have been living in fear.
To prevent any accidents, Tamayo gave them leave early on and dismissed them.
This resulted in the entire building being completely deserted except for the Scribe and their colleagues.
Otherwise, Zhuang Mu and his group's Human Ball Performance Art would have attracted the attention of at least dozens or even hundreds of eyes.
That scene might be worse than death for them.
They rolled all the way to the front of the conference room on the first floor before Scribe allowed Zhuang Mu to stop.
Finally freed, everyone immediately loosened their limbs and collapsed to the ground.
The prolonged rolling, coupled with the previous beatings, left many people looking rather pale.
Some people even felt a surge in their throats, as if they were about to vomit.
After glancing at these people, the Scribe uttered another indifferent remark.
'If you spit it on the ground, I'll make you eat it all back.'
In an instant, everyone who wanted to vomit used all their remaining strength to cover their mouths.
Even if your mouth is bulging so much it's about to burst, you have to force it back down.
Do you really think you're safe?
After glancing at the remaining Zhuang Mu and the others, the Scribe spoke again.
"If the blood on your body gets on the floor, I'll beat them until they vomit it up, and then I'll make you eat it."
Zhuang Mu and his group, who had initially been somewhat gloating, froze, their faces turning deathly pale.
He quickly checked his surroundings, leaving no corner unchecked.
Once he discovers bloodstains on the ground, he will frantically rub them with his tattered clothes.
They were afraid that the Scribe would really beat those people until they vomited, and then have them come back to "clean up" them.
Nodding in satisfaction, Scribe then pushed open the door, entered the conference room, and turned back to them, saying...
"Come in."