Xu Xingke flew out of sight in an instant.
Only Shen Ye remained, standing alone at the entrance to the Security Bureau.
-Facing a ground littered with debris.
Suddenly.
An electronic voice sounded from his phone:
"Shen Ye, talk some sense into your teacher when you have time."
It was Kunlun.
Talk sense into... my teacher?
Shen Ye looked up at the sky, speechless for a long while.
-Why don't you dare go talk to him yourself?
And another thing.
I'm the victim here, okay? My teacher stood up for me, and I'm supposed to tell him to let it go?
That makes no sense.
"As long as you can persuade your teacher not to lose his temper, I'll give you higher access privileges, Shen Ye," Kunlun said.
"Okay, Kunlun," Shen Ye replied.
-Who cares about your privileges?
He looked into the Security Bureau.
The Security Bureau building, which had been ashen gray and statue-like, had returned to normal.
Panicked people rushed out of the building and gathered in the square.
At a loss, they discussed everything that had just happened.
-Looks like my teacher doesn't just kill indiscriminately.
These staff members had nothing to do with that incident, so they had all been spared.
Then why the hell should I talk him out of it?
A gentle broadcast suddenly sounded from inside the Security Bureau building:
"Attention!"
"Everyone, please remain calm. This incident has nothing to do with you. Please return to your duties."
Outside the entrance.
Messages kept popping up on Shen Ye's phone:
"Your teacher, Xu Xingke, has arrived at the Archaeological Association building."
"Beep!"
"Liu Baijiao, vice president of the Archaeological Association, died in a sudden accident today."
"Beep!"
"Zhao Niuguang, vice president of the Archaeological Association, died in a sudden accident today."
"Beep!"
"Sun Dazhi,