Poor Monark was carried back to Loyalty Academy like a sack. Gin and Natasha were still touring Japan and had not returned, so only Hamill, Wong and his father, and little bald Charles counted as high-end combat power here.
There were also some trained graduates, but their equipment was still being researched by the Adjutant and was not yet complete. There was no need to drag them into the current situation.
Su Ming descended onto the rooftop beneath the pitch-black night sky, strode back inside, and placed Monark on the sofa in the principal's office.
"Hamill." The armor on Su Ming's body shifted into a suit as he gave the Guardian beside him an order.
"Master." Hamill bowed slightly.
Su Ming took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, and lit it. He gently exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Keep an eye on Monark. Don't give him any chance to cast spells or leave."
"Understood." Hamill would not ask why. It was enough to know that this was an order from the Sorcerer Supreme.
Perhaps the wielder of the Eye of Agamotto had seen something across countless future Timelines. Neither Ancient One nor Deathstroke would explain such possibilities to others.
Deathstroke turned his gaze toward the little bald boy sitting on the sofa in the principal's office. Charles now looked like a teenager.
But he was nowhere near that old in reality, and his face wore a serene smile that did not match his age. All he lacked was a little flower or a jade purification vase in his hand.
Seeing the master of this place looking at him, he immediately nodded politely. "Mr. Wilson."
Su Ming walked over and casually rubbed his bald head. "Anything unusual within the academy grounds?"
"Everything is normal. Nobody has infiltrated, and nobody