Remnants

Ru City, Ru University Martial Arts Hall.

Feng Wenhao and Wei Hong sat by the flower bed, puffing out clouds of smoke.

Cigarette butts littered the ground at their feet.

Feng Wenhao looked at the distant sky and said, "Honestly, even after Ten Thousand Suns' Descent and Thousand Chariots Storm the Palace, I still didn't understand Hu Yi. I didn't understand Chen Shouhu or Wang Boxiong either. What were they messing around for? I was living pretty well. The country was doing fine. The people were all living well. Why did they have to stir things up? These past few days, my dad and mom have kept muttering about it. Some people around me think everything is just fine."

The cigarette butt before Wei Hong gradually brightened.

Feng Wenhao continued, "Not until the paddle landed on my own back. My Martial Guards quota was gone. I exhausted every method I had, and only after asking around did I learn someone had taken it. His father held quite a high position in the district, and a major family backed him. What about your quota?"

"It was taken too. But not by some young master. The director left, and the new guy simply cut it outright," Wei Hong said.

Everyone still habitually called Wang Boxiong the director.

"What about the others in our class?" Feng Wenhao asked.

"I asked around. Half the quotas were cut directly. Of the other half, aside from those with family connections who had pulled strings in advance, most were gone too. Only a few who were exceptionally strong kept theirs."

Feng Wenhao sighed. "Hu Yi and I used to chat a lot. I always thought he was too extreme. Looking back now, he really had it rough. I only lost one Martial Guards quota, yet I couldn't