To nurture something unknown, Situ An had built Hande Private Academy specifically for it. He had even worked his way up to become a renowned entrepreneur and philanthropist in Hanhai. The man was undeniably capable, but his pursuit bordered on madness.
"He nurtured this death trap himself. If he wants to merge with it, why does he need our help?" Gao Ming was puzzled.
"Once the merger is complete, one side will disappear entirely. I suspect the ghost Situ An raised has gone back on its word." Ding Yuan put away his lighter. "Of course, that's just a guess. What we can be certain of is that Situ An hasn't gained full control of the school. His influence only extends to the Office Building and parts of the Teaching Building and Laboratory Building—in other words, the areas a Teacher ID grants unrestricted access to."
"If a Teacher ID is proof of one set of rules, does the Student Council's Armband represent another?"
"Exactly." Ding Yuan looked at Gao Ming with open admiration. "The Student Council represents the school's true rules. Some of the support staff, such as the cooks, gatekeepers, and dorm supervisors, also obey the School Rules."
"Situ An must have other cards up his sleeve to have lasted this long in a death trap." Gao Ming had always felt there was more to Situ An than met the eye. He was certainly hiding some secret, but the gulf between their positions had been so vast before that Gao Ming had never even qualified to approach it. This time around, Gao Ming intended to strip Situ An of everything.
"Perhaps. Situ An is a frightening man. I can't see through him." Ding Yuan stuffed all the maps and other items from the cabinet into his backpack. "Besides the two