Everyone's Hitler, All West High!

"And then?" Du Hao asked curiously.

Even Xiao Wu put down the food in her hands, staring at Tang San without blinking, waiting for the rest of the story.

Zhu Zhuqing, the only one present who remained relatively quiet, crossed her right leg over her left and listened silently.

She didn't show a shred of extra emotion.

After all, as a "former" noble, Zhu Zhuqing had seen plenty of such things in her childhood.

In fact, she was quite accustomed to it.

This was only because they were in the remote Nuoding City; if this were the outside world, such a situation wouldn't even count as an incident.

After all, the noble class—those who know, know.

"At the time, that young man wearing noble clothes was directly swarmed and beaten by a group of people who jumped out. People standing close by said it sounded like his legs were broken."

"As for the end..." Tang San swallowed hard.

He looked at Du Hao and Zhu Zhuqing, his tone uneasy as he said, "That group of people surrounded the guy with the broken legs, and they seemed to be discussing something."

"By the end, basically all the spirit masters we had beaten gathered together and headed toward the City Lord's Mansion."

"Are these people actually starting an uprising?" Having grasped the situation, Du Hao had more or less sorted out the sequence of events.

Simply put, everyone he had hypnotized had gathered together and laid siege to the City Lord's Mansion.

Isn't this just too absurd?

Even the web novels from his past life wouldn't dare write something like this.

And he was using a Hypnosis Phone, right? How did it feel like it had been invaded by some red substance?

Could this even work in the Douluo Continent?

Wouldn't it backfire?

That's right, his first thought wasn't whether this would cause trouble, but whether this plan would actually work.

One can only say, he truly is a fine red youth.

Just as the group was still discussing it inside the academy, the outside world was already in an uproar.

Nuoding City, Spirit Hall branch.

"It's bad! Old Master!" Su Yuntao hurriedly pushed open the door to the Spirit Hall branch office, looking at the old man sitting on the sofa with a face full of panic.

"What's wrong? Little Tao? Why the rush?"

The kind-looking old man sitting on the sofa, quietly reading a book, looked up, took off his glasses, and stared in confusion at Su Yuntao, who had burst in.

"Tell me slowly, don't be anxious." The old man smiled and took a sip from his teacup.

In their medium-sized city, the Spirit Hall branch rarely dealt with anything too complicated.

The only relatively busy period was the few months when they awakened spirits.

The rest of the time, hardly anyone came by; it was a great place for retirement.

Therefore, Ma Xiunuo didn't think anything major could possibly be happening.

At most, it would be some low-level spirit masters causing trouble, and they could just send a few squads of one-ring spirit master guards to suppress them.

But Su Yuntao didn't think so at all, and he immediately dropped a bombshell!

"Old Master, stop drinking for a second! When I was out buying things, I saw the City Lord's Mansion surrounded by a crowd!"

By the end of his sentence, Su Yuntao snatched the teacup from Ma Xiunuo's hand to wet his own throat.

He then followed up with another massive shock: "And at least half of that crowd are spirit masters! If we don't hurry and send the branch guards over, that kid, City Lord Xiao, will probably be hanging from the city walls by today!"

"What? What's the situation?"

Ma Xiunuo, who had been quite calm, jumped up instantly. At eighty years old, he was now as terrified as a grandson.

This was a massive disaster!

"Tell me exactly what's going on!" Ma Xiunuo didn't even care about his teacup being stolen; he looked at Su Yuntao with a tense, aged face, demanding the details.

Su Yuntao told the branch master everything he had heard, word for word.

After all, he was only a deacon; if he wanted to mobilize the Spirit Hall guards, he needed the branch master's approval.

Otherwise, he had no authority to overstep his bounds and command the Spirit Hall guards.

After understanding the situation, Ma Xiunuo felt as if he had aged sixty years in an instant, and he rushed toward the door in a panic.

"What are you waiting for? Call the guards, now!"

If he were any later, his career as the Spirit Hall branch master would likely be over.

He never expected that at eighty years old, he would have to suffer through such a mess...

Notting Junior Academy.

At this moment, all the teachers in the academy had been summoned and gathered on the playground.

On the playground podium.

The school principal was urgently assigning tasks to the teachers below.

"All teachers and students are to patrol their designated areas. You must ensure the safety of the academy!"

The moment he received word that the City Lord's Mansion was under siege, he had acted immediately.

He organized all the teachers and every student above the first ring to set up defensive fortifications around the school.

This was the first time the principal had encountered such a riot. He could only bite the bullet and ensure the school remained unaffected.

As for the outside world, he could only pray that the guards from the Spirit Hall would resolve it soon; he was powerless to do anything else.

As a principal, he was only a level 32 Spirit Elder. Faced with overwhelming numbers, he truly could not defeat the rioting mob outside.

Now, he could only try his best to ensure the safety of his academy; after all, he had to be responsible for his students and teachers.

He only prayed that this commotion would settle down as soon as possible.

At night, on the east side of the academy wall.

"Brother Hao, do you think this will end up being blamed on us?" Tang San, who was patrolling, waved his hand to shoo away mosquitoes, looking toward the back with some trepidation.

"What are you afraid of? What does it have to do with us?"

Du Hao, following behind with a foxtail grass in his mouth, kicked a pebble on the side of the road with an indifferent expression.

"Besides, even if it were blamed on us, so what? Are they going to say we children participated in an adult rebellion?"

Speaking of this, Du Hao couldn't help but laugh.

"If that were said out loud, would you even believe it yourself?"

"That... that's true, haha~" Rubbing his head and thinking it over carefully, Tang San felt the point was reasonable.

"Alright, stop overthinking it." Reaching out to pat Tang San's head, he said with a smile, "Besides, the principal said the riot involves at least five or six hundred people. How could it possibly be our doing? Stop letting your imagination run wild."

At most, they had only knocked out about 50 people.

It was impossible that every one of those people was a Hitler who went to a tavern to recruit a mob and prepare a blitzkrieg on the City Lord's Mansion.

Even using his toes to think, it was impossible.

It could only be said that the City Lord of Nuoding City had a problematic style of governance, and the nobles he cultivated were all idiots.

Otherwise, this kind of trouble wouldn't have been stirred up.

"Since that's the case, then fine." Having figured it out, Tang San also rubbed his head, clearing up the sequence of events.

After all, the few people they had beaten simply didn't add up to the number of people surrounding the City Lord's Mansion today.

Perhaps he had just been overthinking it.

"Alright, stop overthinking." Throwing away the foxtail grass in his mouth, he walked toward the back.

"You patrol here by yourself. There are too many mosquitoes here; I'm going to find Zhuqing and Xiao Wu's team..." With that, he walked toward another patrol point not far from the school.

There were too many mosquitoes here; he really couldn't stand it anymore.