Only after Lan Changsheng left did Flender straighten up and wipe the sweat from his face. He felt that Yu Xiaogang failed to understand how terrifying Lan Changsheng was precisely because he was too weak.
Flender felt that the pressure Lan Changsheng exerted was far greater than Tang Hao's. Quantified, it should have amounted to at least two and a half Tang Haos.
He was just about to say something to Tang San when Xiao Wu woke up.
"Yawn." Xiao Wu stretched, only to freeze when she opened her eyes. "B-B-Third Brother, what happened here?!"
She saw people lying all over the ground. Hearing Xiao Wu's voice, Tang San shifted to one side, blocking her view of the old village chief's bloody state behind him.
"It's nothing. They were all tired, so they went to sleep." Tang San smiled, looking nothing like someone who had just slaughtered an entire village.
That excuse... left Flender utterly speechless.
Xiao Wu scratched her head in confusion, but a trace of blood reached her nose. She twitched it, trying to pinpoint where the smell came from.
But Tang San noticed that little movement. He clenched the hand behind his back, and Blue Silver Grass swept over, winding around the old village chief's corpse and beginning to parasitize, decompose, and absorb it.
At the same time, he changed the subject. "All right, did you get enough rest? We've fallen a little behind. Look, Dean Flender couldn't wait any longer and came to pick us up."
"Ah, Dean Flender, when did you get here?"
Flender pursed his lips. So I've been standing right here, all this much of me, and you only just noticed?
"Ahem. I haven't been here long. Not to scold you, but you really are the worst class I've ever taught. All this