Seth and the others had arrived after Huang Ji was captured.
They saw Instructor Dragon, disheveled and covered in wounds, being held captive as he shouted, "The Illuminati belongs to everyone!"
Assuming he had suffered terribly, they could no longer contain their hot-blooded impulses and charged forward to rescue him.
In truth, Seth and the others did not care at all about whether the Illuminati treated people like livestock.
What they cared about was Instructor Dragon himself.
This instructor had defied his superiors to save them. To keep them from rebelling, he had shouldered the consequences alone.
He only wanted his students to survive. In just a few short days together, they had already grown to love him.
And now, he was going to be executed for saving them.
With their sentinel temperaments, they could not stand for that!
They did not give a damn about lofty principles. The only thing that could drive sentinels to rebel was emotion!
"Instructor! We're here to save you!" It was not just Seth and Hawk.
Behind them were more than eighty other hot-blooded youths.
Beelzebub raised a thick arm to block Seth's fist and simultaneously sent Hawk flying with a kick.
"Insolence! He has forsaken the light and deserves execution! Have you forgotten every rule you were taught?" Rather than press his advantage after fending Seth off, Beelzebub roared at him.
"I'll take my punishment!" Seth shouted angrily. "Execute me if you want, but you have to let the instructor go. Otherwise, I'll send you flying!"
That was exactly how he felt. Even now, he was not trying to defect. He only wanted to save Huang Ji.
If the Security Department released Huang Ji now, all eighty-odd trainees would surrender without a fight.
But clearly, in the eyes of Beelzebub and the others,