The Old Banyan Tree's Warning

Zhong Leyi spoke angrily as she brought up what had happened last night. Clearly, she still couldn't let it go.

Now that she saw so many dead and injured people, she was naturally furious.

These were living human beings—classmates who had spent their days together. Even if they weren't familiar with one another, they at least knew each other by sight.

Yet now, these people had all become cold corpses. Some had even died horribly, without their bodies intact. Not a single complete corpse had been left behind.

"I've seen through them. Not one of the school's administrators can be trusted. They're all a bunch of cowards who care only about saving their own lives. If everyone keeps counting on them, we'll all be finished sooner or later!"

"Exactly. They're abusing their authority at school now because they control that huge stockpile of supplies. If this continues, people will die every day. Before long, everyone will be dead."

"When danger comes, they run faster than anyone else. How are people like that qualified to lead us? We have to force them out!"

The students helping with the tallying all began shouting.

Clearly, they had been holding in a great deal of anger. As the disaster had continued over the past few days, their dissatisfaction with the school had gradually reached the point of eruption.

Jiang Yue did not join in the uproar, nor was he provoked by their emotions.

It wasn't that he lacked compassion. Rather, he had his own understanding of the situation at Yangfan Middle School.

When the school had controlled the resources, hadn't most people stood on the school's side?

When the school had seized power from Tong Di, how many people had stood up to support him?

Now that these people were shouting against the school,