Xu Yuanqing stared straight ahead.
"It wasn't me. I didn't."
After some thought, he added, "I'm not worthy."
"After all these years, the Ink Academy's style really is as... refreshingly unconventional as ever."
Yuan Qingshan sighed with emotion.
"But today... we've struck it rich."
Soon, Yuan Qingshan narrowed his eyes and picked up his radio. "All personnel, close the net."
"Groups eighteen and sixteen, form a blocking line."
"Let them through one at a time. Understood?"
Watching the battle formations shift below, Yuan Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.
The various parties worked together seamlessly.
Once the deed was done, he would leave, concealing his deeds and fame.
What did those greedy little brats from the Ink Academy have to do with a kindly old grandfather like him?
He was merely an innocent supervisor.
At the finish line, curses rang out nonstop.
Where there was oppression, there was resistance.
But under overwhelming strength and ruthless suppression, all those voices soon fell silent.
They all understood that the strong preyed on the weak.
There was no shame in being crushed by the Ink Academy.
After all, previous years had seen such embarrassing episodes too.
It was just that... what humiliated them most was...
The one crushing them was a foolish-looking cripple.
And Yu Sheng, whom they had taken seriously, had not even made a move from beginning to end.
Perhaps one day, when these people had grown and looked back on their eventful younger years, that cripple's smiling face would surface in their minds again...
It would probably still be a nightmare.
The most fucking outrageous part was that this cripple liked taking pictures, too.
For every person who struggled out of the sewer, Zhao Zicheng would always snap a shot of their most wretched moment.
Heartbreaking.
"I'm Li Yihan!"
"Oh."
"I said,