Wrong!

The final transaction result was 2 million points, but that was just the beginning—Class C's reparations were the real prize.

Student Council President Manabu Horikita looked at the 2 million points credited to his account. He wasn't particularly impressed. Not to mention his position, but as the third-year class representative, he really didn't lack personal points.

He could only say that the other party had piqued his interest. At the same time, it was also to prevent Vice President Miyabi Nagumo from extending his reach into the lower classes too quickly.

The four-class confrontation hadn't even started yet. If Class C was directly crippled or turned into a cash cow for the upper grades, that wasn't something he wanted to see.

But in this bribery situation, it was actually an open scheme. Especially in this special period—if you didn't act, someone else would.

They even kicked the ball directly to the Student Council. Whether it was stopping or judging, the Student Council had to handle it all.

As for the points offered upfront, whether you gave 200 or 400 million, it was actually just a trivial gain. The real threat was the Student Council's take-it-or-leave-it terms.

This placed the entire Class C at the mercy of the Student Council's goodwill. He could fully imagine expulsion, suspension, withdrawal, or leave of absence, or finally, fines.

They had no choice but to pay reparations in points. And even with a one-to-nine exchange rate, those points would still give Class B a sweet deal.

The Student Council, no matter how you looked at it, wouldn't lose. If he weren't exceptionally disciplined and faithful to his own principles, he might actually be tempted.

After all, this was a chance to treat a lower class as a cash cow and a dog on a leash.

So the difference lay in how he dealt with Class C—cut them down in one stroke, or drain them slowly over time?

"Honami Ichinose—why would she come up with something so vicious? Is she just putting on an act on the surface? No, that shouldn't be possible. I'm not so blind that I can't see someone's personality or hidden side. Sigh, Akane Tachibana, what do you think?"

At this very moment, Class C had no idea a storm was coming. They even felt pretty good about themselves. Picking fights was their specialty. Even in places with surveillance, they could provoke the other side into anger, eventually escalating into small conflicts.

But this behavior finally stopped under Long Yuanxiang's rule.

Long Yuanxiang, the leader of Class C, had finally unified the entire class through violence and persistence. Those who couldn't beat him were all beaten into submission.

As for those who could beat him, he coiled around them like a python. Whether they were in the bathroom or eating, he would not only ambush them but also pressure them mentally, eventually overcoming them with this underhanded method.

Long Yuanxiang sat on a desk, legs crossed, looking down at the Class C students with disdain.

"I had you take action for so long, and this is the answer you give me? After all this time stirring up conflict, you haven't gotten a single piece of information!"

Several Class C students knelt under the desk, trembling all over, but they still forced themselves to answer.

"We, we did our best. If we escalated the conflict any further, we'd be caught on camera."

"Besides, they've become wary after being harassed by us. They rarely go to places without surveillance, making it hard for us to work."

"If only we'd bought the information with points before. It's not too late now. We, we can pool our points."

The moment the second person finished speaking, Long Yuanxiang kicked him to the ground.

"Fool! Utter fool! When I told you to get the points before, none of you could produce them, and you went against me."

"Besides, what's our relationship with them now? Don't you have a clue? Even if I invited them, they wouldn't come. They'd just think we're plotting something."

"Hmph! I don't believe Class B won't retaliate. On the contrary, if they do, we'll turn their plan against them. If they still don't act, then I'll know one thing for sure."

Long Yuanxiang calculated silently in his mind. If they still didn't retaliate, their threat level would be very low, and they'd be easy to defeat. It might even bore him.

Of course, even if they did retaliate, so what? Even if they deliberately lured him in, as long as there was no surveillance, even if they tried to secretly record him, under overwhelming force, everything would be futile. In the end, a thorough search of the surroundings and a body search would solve the problem.

"Alright, I'll give you one more chance. Since you said to buy it with points, then go find them."

"Tell them we want to make a deal. If everything goes smoothly, great. If not, use some extreme measures."

This time, Long Yuanxiang decided to act personally. Class B bastards, just wait. This time, it wouldn't be a minor scuffle.

If you have information, don't hoard it. It's not exclusive to your class. It belongs to the school, to everyone.

As a class, it's your duty to hand it over to another class, to us. We could even nominate them for an excellent class award. That's promoting school development, striving for glory, and progressing together!

While Long Yuanxiang was still pondering over the moral high ground, a loud bang rudely interrupted his thoughts. He turned his head and saw dozens of cadres wearing Student Council badges rushing in.

The moment the Student Council members entered, they saw the people kneeling under Long Yuanxiang's feet. As the saying goes, a glance lasts a thousand years. Now both sides were staring at each other. Well, no need to search everywhere—the culprit was right here.

Even if not, under these circumstances, it would be hard to explain in a short time.

Long Yuanxiang looked at the Student Council members, his mind going blank. He instinctively glanced at his own Class C members, feeling a bit absurd. We play around, we mess around, but who snitched?

Don't you know the rules of the underworld? We're all thugs. What do thugs do? Tattling to the teacher, going to the disciplinary committee—that's the most shameless thing.

But after scanning the classroom, he found that everyone seemed just as stunned. Even the hidden strategist looked a bit confused at the moment.

Clearly, no one knew why the Student Council had barged into the classroom.

Standing there in a daze, his shoulders and wrists were suddenly twisted. Long Yuanxiang's face was pressed intimately against the desk and held down firmly. Two large hands forcibly pushed his head down, making it impossible to lift.

At that moment, even for him, the first thought wasn't to go berserk or break free, but to cooperate obediently.

Anyone who aspires to be a warlord or a thug knows one thing: when caught by official personnel, don't make a single reckless move.

Otherwise, when the baton hits you, you'll behave. Three strikes in a second—it's not that you don't beg for mercy after the first one, but that they swing too fast, and every hit lands on your mouth.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing? Is there some misunderstanding? Is the Student Council so almighty?!"

Although they didn't understand the situation, some Class C students tried to make a last stand, but unfortunately, it was all in vain.