Compared with their ruthless attacks, what delighted Wen Xingtian even more was their defense!
They practically protected themselves from head to toe so tightly that neither wind nor rain could get through.
At lunch, a fellow townsman from Garrison Town came over to greet Hao Han. He had only just approached from behind when Hao Han threw him to the ground over his shoulder, then plunged a sharp knife into his lower abdomen. Blood burst out in an instant...
Class Three's homeroom teacher immediately let loose a torrent of curses. Fuck, they were eating right now...
"Wen Xingtian, are you training assassins?! This is next semester's curriculum, for fuck's sake! What the hell are you doing?!"
Wen Xingtian was speechless too.
As if I didn't know this was next semester's curriculum!
But the problem is, I wasn't the one who trained them to do this!
Class One's sneak attacks on one another had now truly become sneak attacks-extreme ambushes that stopped at nothing!
In the middle of the night, there was a boom, and the windows were gone.
At the sound of the explosion, six people leaped out at once, wrapped in their blankets.
Shrapnel flew everywhere.
The director of the Academic Affairs Office stamped his feet and cursed in the middle of the night. "Wen Xingtian! Why are your students playing with bombs now?! They can fucking pay for it themselves!"
"..."
"Are you teaching assassins, pirates, or students?!"
"Half a fucking building collapsed! Is this still somewhere people can sleep?!"
"Aren't you afraid your students will all get blown to pieces?! Fuck, something is bound to happen if this goes on..."
An investigation followed.
"They're fine? Not a single one of them was hurt?"
"Huh?"
"But isn't this still going too far?"
"..."
The next day, Wen Xingtian