They Took My Spot and Killed My Family?

"Principal! Aren't you afraid people will condemn you for this if word gets out?"

"Bullshit! If I don't do this, I won't be able to keep my position as principal."

"You can disregard everything for your position, but I... can't."

He Qing's voice was heavy, as though a thousand raging fires were rising in his chest.

On the holographic screen, Zhao Chang's expression instantly darkened.

"It seems you no longer want to be a Senior Teacher. This is the school's order. Follow instructions immediately, or don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Third Martial Arts High School, outside the school gates.

Lu Feng and Shen Yu walked together toward a Purple Rice Ball stall not far away.

"A Feng, which Martial University are you planning to apply to?" Shen Yu suddenly asked.

"I haven't fully decided yet. Maybe Jinzhou First Military Academy."

"You want to join the military?" Shen Yu was somewhat surprised. "I heard that Soldiers of the Martial Politics Alliance, especially those chosen for the Expeditionary Force, have to go to Outer Planets to wipe out Exotic Beasts. It's very dangerous."

Lu Feng smiled. "The more dangerous the job, the better the benefits. I heard the Expeditionary Force pays an annual salary of two or three hundred thousand. Their families can also receive military family benefits, with extra subsidies every year. If you die in the line of duty, your family can even receive a generous pension..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Shen Yu cut him off. "You're seriously crazy. You'd risk your life for money?"

"Yes. Because I'm terrified of being poor." Lu Feng admitted it openly.

Over the past three years, his family had spent more than three hundred thousand to send him to martial arts high school.

His Parents had lived frugally and had not bought a single new piece of clothing in three whole years.

He also had a thirteen-year-old Younger Sister. Since childhood, she had suffered from a strange illness that left her Legs unable to stand. For all these years, she had been trapped in a wheelchair.

With the technology of this era, there had originally been hope of curing her, but they could never scrape together enough money, so it had been delayed until now.

Everything was because they were poor.

So no matter how dangerous joining the military was, Lu Feng would never back down.

"What about you? What are your plans after graduation?"

"What else can I do? If I don't get in, I can only go work!" Shen Yu spread his hands, putting on a pitiful act.

Lu Feng patted his shoulder in comfort. "That's not so bad, actually. You went to martial arts high school, after all. Even if you work, your salary will be at least double that of an Ordinary Person."

But Shen Yu suddenly grinned. "I was messing with you. How could I possibly go work? To tell you the truth, I'm already planning to join Skyfire Club. As long as I work hard, there's still a chance for the future."

"Skyfire Club?" Lu Feng was somewhat surprised.

Besides the Interstellar Martial Politics Alliance that ruled Tianlan Star, this world also had civilian Warrior organizations—Martial Artist Clubs.

Many Warriors with decent talent who failed to get into Martial University chose to join clubs.

Skyfire Club was a small club in Jinzhou City.

Shen Yu had chosen it because the President's son, Hong Tiejun, was their classmate.

With his father's resources, Hong Tiejun had also gotten into Martial University.

Shen Yu had a good relationship with him, so he had decided to join after receiving his invitation.

Martial Artist Clubs mainly sustained themselves by assisting the government with Interstellar Ship assembly, Mecha maintenance, Exotic Beast taming, and other work. Their members could also obtain decent Cultivation Resources.

Some outstanding clubs could even earn the chance to accompany the military to other planets and join expeditions against Exotic Beasts.

Just as the two Youngsters were imagining their futures, a teasing voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Well, well, isn't this our class's Desperate Third Lang?"

The speaker was Zheng Tong.

Though he was only eighteen, he had a curvaceous Woman in his arms, with five or six Young Men in their early twenties following behind him.

The "Desperate Third Lang" he mentioned referred to Lu Feng.

For three years, Lu Feng had trained his body with near self-torturing intensity. The entire class had long known about it, and that was how he had gotten the nickname.

Hearing Zheng Tong's voice, Lu Feng and Shen Yu merely glanced back before ignoring him and continuing forward.

No one in the school was unaware of what Zheng Tong was like.

As the Grandson of Jinzhou City's Vice City Lord, he had been spoiled since childhood. During his three years of high school, he had barely trained seriously. He was either skipping class or frequenting adult establishments.

It was no surprise at all that he had failed the college entrance examination this time.

"Stop!"

Seeing that the two ignored him, Zheng Tong shouted in embarrassment and anger.

"Young Master Zheng, do you need something?"

Shen Yu's tone was impatient, but he still lowered his voice. He knew this was not someone they could afford to provoke.

Zheng Tong did not even look at Shen Yu. His gaze fixed directly on Lu Feng. "What, now that you got into Martial University, you're looking down your nose at everyone?"

He swaggered in front of Lu Feng, the flesh on his face bunching into a disgusting smile.

"What a pity. You worked yourself to the bone for three years, only to end up... paving the way for this young master!"

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough. People from the bottom like you are destined to work for others your whole lives."

The moment Zheng Tong finished speaking, another girl ran out from the school gates.

Lin Qiuyue, the class representative of Senior Year Class 9.

She rushed anxiously up to Lu Feng, her voice flustered. "Lu Feng! Something terrible happened... Teacher He, Teacher He was fired! It seems... it was because of you!"

"What?"

"I went to ask him a question, but I saw him arguing with the Principal... I heard the Principal scolding him, saying he was willing to lose his job over a student... Then he fired him!"

Lu Feng's pupils contracted. He turned and rushed into the school.

Shen Yu and Lin Qiuyue immediately followed.

"Hmph." Zheng Tong sneered behind them. "A poor Teacher dared to oppose my Zheng Family? How foolish."

After running back into the school, Lu Feng quickly figured out the full story.

He finally understood why Zheng Tong had said those things earlier.

He had fought desperately for three years, enduring pain beyond anything ordinary people could imagine, all to get into Martial University and give his Parents and wheelchair-bound Younger Sister a better life.

But why?

How could a single phone call from the Zheng Family so easily take everything from him?

He refused to accept it.

Blinded by rage, he charged straight into the principal's office and demanded to know why Zhao Chang had done this.

But his impulsiveness pushed the situation toward its worst possible outcome.

He was subdued by the school guards and locked up for several days.

Afterward, his Limbs were bound, a hood was pulled over his head, and he was escorted into a completely unfamiliar sealed room.

Don't Know How Long Passed, when the hood was yanked off, he saw Zheng Tong's hateful face.

"Lu Feng, why put yourself through all this? Opposing my Zheng Family—aren't you just courting death?"

With his fat hand, Zheng Tong lightly patted Lu Feng's face.

"If you had obediently given up your spot back then, how could you have dragged so many innocent people down with you?"

"What exactly did you do!?"

Lu Feng roared as he struggled desperately, wishing he could devour the man before him alive.

"You don't know, do you? When your family saw you hadn't returned home, they actually came to the school looking for you. Well... they're all dead."

"And that He Qing who didn't know his place, along with your idiot brother Shen Yu—they actually wanted to report this to the Alliance Public Security Bureau. They're dead too..."