"Once we show weakness, they'll only become more aggressive."
"Today, it's on the arena, with rules keeping them in check."
"If we forfeit, those monsters will show up in our dorms tomorrow night."
"When that happens, who will protect everyone?"
Everyone fell silent.
Although Han Yuchen was now a "cripple," his perspective on things was always razor-sharp.
Since Xue Beng had already torn off all pretenses and resorted to such methods, he would never let this go.
"But..."
Tang San frowned, about to say something else.
Just then.
Bang!
The door to the lounge was kicked open.
A soldier clad in Royal Guards armor swaggered in.
With his nose in the air, he did not even spare the others a glance.
He directly tossed a letter onto the table.
"By order of His Highness the Fourth Prince, this letter is for that useless Han Yuchen of yours... Oh, no, that patient."
After saying that, the soldier sneered and turned to leave.
His attitude was arrogant to the extreme.
"Bastard!"
Ma Hongjun was so furious that he was about to rush after him, but Tang San grabbed him.
Han Yuchen sat in a reclining chair in the corner, still wrapped in that thick overcoat.
He reached out and picked up the envelope.
There was no signature on it, only a faint, nauseating stench of blood.
He tore it open.
Inside was only a single sheet of paper. The handwriting was scrawled and wild, carrying a crazed killing intent.
[If you don't take the stage, Zhao Wuji dies tonight.]
Those few words were like an icy blade stabbing into everyone's hearts.
Teacher Zhao had remained behind to guard the academy and had not come with the team.
Shrek Academy was now left vulnerable.
If Xue Beng truly mobilized the royal family's forces,