"Very clever, all of you."
The low, husky voice carried a faint undercurrent of anger. The oppressive aura surrounding 39 felt like a freezing blizzard, leaving everyone struggling to breathe.
That familiar money pouch sat brazenly on the desk, with a gold coin peeking out.
All the children kept their heads down in their seats, trying to make themselves invisible. The more timid ones trembled, and not one dared to speak.
39 swept his gaze over them and approached, step by step, pressing his cold gun against the nearest child's head.
"I believe I told you that only good children deserve to live."
"No, sir!"
The most severely rotted child suddenly stood up and pleaded desperately, "This isn't our fault! It was Mr. Wang Peng and the others! They're framing us! We caused trouble in their classes, so they... they stole someone else's money pouch and said we told them to do it. They told us they'd had enough of you a long time ago. That's why they came up with such a vicious plan."
The moment the child finished, all the others nodded and chimed in.
"That's right! It's all their fault."
"Mr. 39, we always do what you say."
"Please don't do this to us."
"They're lying! They just want you to punish us. Please don't!"
If ordinary children had begged this pitifully, Xie De might have softened. But could these ghost children please look in a mirror before they started pleading?
Flies flew out whenever they opened their mouths, and their eyeballs fell out whenever they rubbed their eyes. If they looked that horrifying, they shouldn't try to act cute and pitiful!
Besides, never mind whether the players could beat them. Would the players even dare frame these ghost children in this instance? They would be