Chapter 624: Your Ship Has Gone Off to Form a Band with Someone Else and Die Together

Another gunshot rang out. Ebony's bullet swept past with a deeper, duller whistle and kissed his forehead with perfect precision. He did not even have time to let out a full shout before an irresistible wave of drowsiness washed over him. His vision went black, and he followed in the Black guy's footsteps.

In the distance, a wisp of nearly invisible blue smoke drifted from the muzzle of Ebony in Mo Wang's left hand. He tilted his head slightly, as if talking to himself, or as if making a record, his tone so flat there was not the slightest ripple in it:

"One hundred and thirty. Really no challenge at all."

He looked at the students collapsed by the walls and on the road, "completely asleep," and felt utterly bored.

These students were seriously too lousy.

With this little ability, they were miles behind the people at St. Freya.

Forget equipment—if Theresa ever dared to open a loophole and play this game the way Angelo had, those students would have dared to blow St. Freya into the sky that very day.

By comparison, these people were still no challenge at all.

As for how it would be blown into the sky, and who would do it, don't ask.

Just then, from the other side, behind the bushes and the sculpture farther back, several shouts suddenly erupted! The remaining Student Union elites seized the instant when Mo Wang was "distracted" and pounced out like cheetahs, launching an assault from three different directions. Their tactical coordination was quite practiced; clearly, they intended to close in and subdue this terrifying "demon."

However, after they had only charged a few steps, they saw that Mo Wang had not even moved his feet. His hands simply shifted somehow, and that iconic pair of black-and-white pistols