"Get out!"
The swarthy Principal roared into the phone again.
"Okay."
The other person responded and hung up the phone without hesitation.
For a moment, Principal became even more angry. He couldn't help but punch the wall, but in the end he held back and controlled himself.
"I'm Spirit Martial High School, when will someone with brains come to me!"
"If you do this again, what's the difference between it and Reserve Corps!!!"
Meeting Room was filled with the painful muttering of Principal.
Jiangcheng is now trapped in a strange atmosphere.
It was clear that Human Tide was surging and very lively.
But Ink Academy was silent and the school gate was closed. In recent days, not a single student has appeared, and Teacher has appeared.
Including those lurking Evil Cult and sinful people in Jiangcheng, they all seemed to have disappeared.
Under the coverage of many reporters, the atmosphere at Jiangcheng was ridiculously good.
There is quite a sense of not picking up lost things on the road and not closing the door at night.
In the hotel.
Zhao Zicheng browsed the news posts reporting on himself, amazed, with an unstoppable smile on his face.
"Look, look what they said!"
"A rising star."
"Underneath his handsome appearance, he has a cold heart."
"Killed Evil Cult ran away."
"Given time, he will definitely become the proud son of Human Race."
"How well said."
Zhao Zicheng was obviously intoxicated, imagining that one day he would kill everyone.
Although my Awakening Object is something like Sandbag, and it also has strange properties.
But as I continue to awaken...
What if?
What if all the remaining ones I have are attacking Skill, a Sandbag is like a giant mountain, mercilessly suppressing it.
Destroy all monsters with one blow.
How domineering!
Yu Sheng silently looked at Zhao Zicheng's intoxicated look and pondered for two seconds, "Do you think there is a possibility that Evil Cult will kill you to establish his power?"
"After all, everyone is praising you as the future nemesis of Heavenly Pride, Evil Cult."
Zhao Zicheng's body stiffened.
It seems... makes sense.
If I were Evil Cult, a post would brag to others like this and use me as a source of support, especially since they really dare to kill people...
Perhaps, killing Zhao Zicheng and letting everyone know that Evil Cult is still the same Evil Cult will bring huge benefits.
By the way, you can also do some advertising.
Finally, someone jumped out and said to the media, "I am Evil Cult, and I am willing to take responsibility for the death of Zhao Zicheng."
The topic is full.
The effect is sensational.
"The hotter you are now, the faster you will cool down."
Yu Sheng added silently.
Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but swallow and mustered up his courage. "No, being handsome is a lifetime thing!"
"Can I... can I still be scared by a mere Evil Cult?"
"What's more, I don't believe that Evil Cult dares to kill people in the Ink Academy. Besides, I still have Boss Yu protecting me."
As he said that, Zhao Zicheng showed a flattering smile in the direction of Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng thought about it seriously and finally shook his head, "According to the popularity of your topic now, if Evil Cult has thoughts about you, I can't stop the person who comes."
"Then I will enter Ink Academy!"
"The worst I can do is stay in there for a year and a half and never come out!"
"Do they really dare to enter the school and kill people?"
Zhao Zicheng has a ruthless face and a firm tone. If you don't listen to what he says and just look at his momentum, he looks like he is going to kill one, or two to kill a pair.
"Come on."
Yu Sheng was still holding Demon Crystal in his hand, looking at the city below through the window, and said lightly.
"From today on, all Jiangcheng's Divine Cult disciples are at my disposal."
"Of course, some people don't have to worry about me blocking their way. I will be promoted to Divine Attendant and transferred to other provinces in at most half a year."
"If everyone cooperates, everything will be fine."
"But if anyone has other small ideas, don't blame me, Zong Ren, for killing so many people first to establish his authority during the six months he was in office. Do you understand?"
Baichun City God Servant wore a mask and stared at the people below with cold eyes.
In just a few days, he had become fatter and even shorter.
Several members of the congregation below who were obviously of higher status looked at each other, exchanged their eyes, and bowed at the same time. "Of course we will follow the teachings of God Servant."
half a year...
If it's just for gold plating, it doesn't matter if you endure it.
"Well, is there anything unusual about Jiangcheng recently?"
Seeing everyone's reactions, Zong Ren nodded with satisfaction. Because of his obesity, he sat on the chair with some difficulty and asked.
"There are no other abnormalities."
"Because it is the Ink Academy enrollment period, and according to the Jiangcheng potential Rules, no trouble can occur at this time."
"Otherwise, no one can afford the wrath of the Ink Academy."
One of the congregants said.
Zong Ren nodded. "With the Ink Academy's strength, it should be easy to sweep away this Jiangcheng. How did you manage to operate under the Ink Academy's nose?"
Even he was curious about this.
The power of Jiangcheng's Evil Cult branch is not outstanding, and even he, the person in charge, is only Fourth Awakening person.
It is no exaggeration to say that the old sweeper Old Man over there at the Ink Academy, if he is in a good mood and goes out to do some activities, he might be able to wipe them out.
"This..."
Several people became obviously embarrassed. "Because we are useful."
"Huh?"
"You have violated God's will?"
Zong Ren's tone became cold, and he stared at several people silently, his eyes flickering.
Several people shook their heads hastily. "Absolutely not. We will always follow God's steps unswervingly."
"It's just that Ink Pavilion acquiesces to our existence."
"Because of the special nature of Jiangcheng, the population is relatively sparse. As long as we do not disturb the people rashly, Ink Academy will support us and provide training for the Academy students."
"Including some famous villains in the city, there is a list inside the Ink Academy."
"For students to take tasks."
"For example, our heads are worth... well... twenty."
What they said was so miserable that they felt like crying without tears.
Zong Ren's brows hidden under the mask frowned deeply. "It's only worth twenty yuan?"
"That's not true."
"Twenty Credits, if converted into ink coins, it would be twenty thousand."
"It's just that there are too few and they don't like it, so they haven't troubled us."
"But if one day you meet a poor and crazy person, you won't know for sure."
"Our previous presidents were all like this."
Several people couldn't help but feel a little worried when they recalled the past.
Obviously, it was a not-so-good past.