Principal Pu knocked the several ignorant teenagers unconscious, notified the Security Department, then simply dumped them outside.
He closed the door, locked it, and walked back to the dining table, the whole sequence of movements smooth as silk.
Taking his seat, he laughed heartily. "They're just a few youngsters. It's nothing to worry about. Everyone, carry on eating. Don't let something like this spoil the mood."
After a pause, he added, "Tomorrow, I'm definitely going to file a complaint against the Security Department in our district. What on earth is that chief doing, letting armed thugs come in here and cause trouble?"
Lu Bai didn't argue. After all, he'd never been to the Central District, so he didn't really know what people were like here.
But just then,
the variety show playing on the television in the living room suddenly cut to another feed.
The new footage had no host, no voice-over or other narration, and not even the yellow-background, black-letter headlines that usually appeared in the news.
There was only a massacre so brutal it made the stomach turn.
Gunshots and screams blared from the television as the footage played.
It was clear that the camera operator had chosen an excellent vantage point. The image was sharp and steady, capturing nearly all of Clock Tower Square.
The camerawork was also remarkably good, fully conveying the crowd's panic and despair, as well as the drones' cold indifference.
Principal Pu shot to his feet, staring wide-eyed at the television screen.
His home wasn't far from the Administrative Building, and he often passed by it. He recognized the place at a glance.
Lu Ziyi instinctively reached over and covered Lu Qingyan's eyes. She didn't want the little kid to see such a bloody scene.
Lu Bai raised an eyebrow and fixed Principal