Bullshit Human Race, Isn't It Just That the Great Emperor Still Finds You Useful?

The deaths of nearly a hundred people continued to ferment.

President Zhao Ruiming had only just returned to the school.

He slipped quietly into the cultivation chamber, then swaggered out of it.

He already knew about the freshmen.

Many had died.

That Director Zhang of Student Affairs had truly failed to take his words to heart.

He could not escape blame.

But Zhao Ruiming still had to put on an act, pretending to know nothing before flying into a complete rage.

"What? So many died! How am I supposed to answer to their families?"

"Demons, demons! Don't push every single matter onto the demons."

"Director Zhang! What did I say before I went into seclusion? And what did you do?"

"So many deaths! Tell me, what were you going on and on about before? Huh? Speak!"

With Zhao Ruiming in the throes of rage, no one dared provoke him.

Director Zhang of Student Affairs looked dreadful, tears streaming down his face. Then he dropped to his knees and cried out apologies to the students.

"Nothing like this has happened in so many years. I have already reported this matter to the Enforcement Hall. Everything will be handled by the Enforcement Hall."

"I hope you take care of yourself."

The blame had been shifted. That was that.

Of course, Director Zhang's hands had never been particularly clean.

Zhao Ruiming simply had never found the right time to deal with him.

After suspecting that the demons might be plotting something, Director Zhang had been the first person who came to mind.

After calculating every possibility, he had never expected to arrive too late.

That made the man even more deserving of death.

At the words "Enforcement Hall," Director Zhang's legs gave out, and his whole body collapsed to the floor.

It was