Lu Mingfei wore a miserable expression, looking like he was about to hug Amon's thigh.
"Senior Brother! Other people might not know what I'm capable of, but you do! With this scrawny body of mine, wouldn't I just be cannon fodder if I went out there? I'd be handing them free kills!"
Amon nonchalantly patted his shoulder, hard enough to make Lu Mingfei bare his teeth in pain.
"Don't sell yourself short, Junior Brother. Have some faith in our abilities... Right now, the Lionheart Society and the Student Union only have eyes for each other. This is the perfect chance for the snipe and clam to fight while the fisherman reaps the rewards."
"Let's go!" Without giving him a choice, Amon grabbed Lu Mingfei by the arm, hunched over, and quickly crept toward the flank of those Lionheart Society members in black combat uniforms.
"Report! Two non-friendly personnel are approaching! Identified as Special Recruit Agent He Xiaomeng and S-rank freshman Lu Mingfei!" A black-uniformed member wearing a tactical earpiece spotted them at once and reported rapidly. "Intent unknown!"
A cold, decisive command immediately came through the channel. "Take them down directly! On Freedom Day, anyone who isn't one of us is an enemy!"
Forget an S-rank freshman—even if it were one of The Academy's professors, they would still open fire without hesitation if they dared step onto the battlefield.
Although he knew their guns were loaded with nonlethal Frigg Bullets, when those pitch-black muzzles all swung toward him and that icy killing intent locked onto him, Lu Mingfei still felt a chill shoot up from his tailbone to the top of his skull. His limbs trembled uncontrollably, and his teeth nearly chattered.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five crisp gunshots rang out in rapid succession, almost overlapping into one long