In an office building in South City, Rong City, a boy who looked like a middle schooler trudged down the top-floor corridor, with a man struggling to keep up behind him.
"Hey." No. 2 took off his cowboy hat and held it in his hand. "Why are you in such a hurry? Couldn't you wait for me?"
"Why are you acting like an old man, dragging your feet like that?" No. 13 stopped and turned around, looking thoroughly displeased. "The teacher suddenly called a meeting. It must be about something important."
"However important it is, we can't fly there. Besides, you know I'm injured." No. 2 put on a pitiful expression. "I'm a wounded man. You should cut me some slack."
"Ding-dong!"
As they spoke, the elevator doors opened nearby. A man carrying a book stepped out first, with a little girl about the same age as No. 13 beside him.
But in terms of presence, the girl drew far more attention than the scholarly-looking man. She looked like trouble, and a huge black leather bag hung from her back, with half of a vicious saw blade sticking out.
No. 2 raised an eyebrow, surprised. "No. 3 and No. 8 are here too."
The moment No. 13 saw the girl, all his earlier bravado vanished. No. 3 and No. 8 had also noticed the two of them.
From their expressions, it was clear they hadn't known No. 2 and No. 13 would be coming.
No. 8 planted her hands on her hips and glared fiercely at No. 13. "Have you been badmouthing me behind my back lately?"
"No, no, absolutely not! I swear!" No. 13 had been left with a psychological scar after No. 8 beat him up, and he didn't dare meet her gaze. He kept glancing away, looking