Under Simba and the various factions' commanders, thousands of people streamed out of the gates of Weidao High School, soon packing the streets shoulder to shoulder.
The students of Weidao sported all kinds of bizarre hairstyles, and their uniforms had been altered to varying lengths. Some even wore metal chains of different sizes around their waists or necks.
With such a distinctive look, the people along the way naturally recognized them.
As a result, the vehicles on the road had no choice but to stop and wait for the mass of Weidao students to pass.
Quite a few students chose to detour through the gaps in the traffic.
But even more of them climbed onto car hoods and walked right over the roofs.
If Lu Bai had come to the entrance of this street, he would have clearly seen rows of names in different colors floating above the crowd.
More than a hundred Deathmatchers had blended into the vast throng of Weidao students. They didn't stand out at all, looking more like they were slacking off.
Looking at the Weidao students, each brimming with vigor and enthusiasm, Simba, who was leading the group, was very satisfied.
He didn't say much, though, and continued leading the Weidao students toward Chikan Bay.
At that moment, Chikan Bay had yet to recover from the chaos that had preceded it.
The area around Clock Tower Dam lay in disarray, and the shops there certainly wouldn't be able to reopen anytime soon.
The streets and alleys were rather deserted, nowhere near as lively as usual.
Beside the clock tower at the very center of Chikan Bay stood a café.
Through its clear floor-to-ceiling windows, several employees could be seen wiping down the tables. A few half-finished cups of coffee still sat there, waiting to