It was lunch break.
Sima hummed a little tune as he walked happily through the school parking lot.
Whenever he thought of Little White Tiger, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.
The Overlord's child ought to give some pretty good gifts.
Little White Tiger had caused such a huge incident today. Surely he would have to send something nice to ease tensions with the school?
At that thought, Sima happily called his wife. "Honey, aren't you going back to visit your family in a few days? Go pick out some jewelry you like at the gold shop."
"Did you strike it rich?" Sima's wife teased with a laugh.
"A few rich folks have enrolled at the school. We won't be short of money anymore." Sima was still lost in the gifts Old Ninth had promised.
"Those aristocratic students are the hardest to please."
"You don't understand." Sima's lips curled up. "A few students came from outside the city. These people don't know a thing. When the time comes, I'll trick them into thinking the school is going to expel them. I'm sure I can squeeze some money out of them."
The more Sima spoke, the more excited he became.
Judging by today's moment of silence, Little White Tiger had already offended more than half the school.
All he had to do now was scare him a little, and Little White Tiger would obediently hand over the money.
"Honey, I won't be coming home for lunch today..." Sima smugly opened the door of his beat-up little car.
"Off fooling around again?"
"No... I..."
Sima stopped abruptly.
In the reflection of the car window, three men wearing knitted masks stood behind him.
The man in front had one dull, lifeless eye.
"Y-you are..."
Sima swallowed. Seeing the gleaming knives in