Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"Chisheng, have you ever heard the saying, 'A man should be looked at with new eyes after three days of absence.'" Tachibana Masamune said, "Times are different now. The eight Snake families are now at peace, and the Inuyama family holds a prominent position among the eight families. Inuyama-kun now has a say, and his strength is second to none among the other family heads. No one in the family dares to talk about him or contradict him anymore, which is why you often see Inuyama-kun with a kind smile on his face."

"But how can a man with such a past be a good gentleman? The eight families treated him badly in the past, and Ange also humiliated him in every way. Inuyama-kun has hidden anger and hatred in his heart, but no one can vent it, so this anger has been hidden for sixty-two years." Tachibana Masamune said, "So you don't have to worry about Inuyama-kun turning against Ange again. He is now a man of power and influence. When a person possesses these two things at the same time, he will attach great importance to dignity. Ange's three students are still alive. The Snake Eight Clan doesn't owe him anything, and there are no longer any of his cronies or dogs here. From now on, the Secret Party will be the Secret Party, and the Snake Eight Clan will be the Snake Eight Clan. We will not interfere with each other."

"But Dad, have you ever considered that anger can sometimes turn people into lions? Inuyama-kun has been dormant for so many years, has the hatred in his heart weakened?" Gen Chisheng frowned slightly. "And from what I know, the principal is also a proud man. In his eyes, the entire Snake Family is not worth mentioning. The Inuyama family, who were originally his henchmen, will never be considered equals in the principal's eyes, right?"

"Sending two parties like these to negotiate is like asking a lion and a tiger to sit down and talk," Yuan Zhisheng said worriedly. "Will they start fighting?"

Tachibana Masamune's expression changed slightly.

"And what I'm more worried about is..." Yuan Zhisheng hesitated for a moment, then said frankly, "We don't know what the situation is with Caesar's group right now. The variables in our war with the Ghost Clan aren't just in Angers. To be honest, there are quite a lot of suspicious points about Lu Mingfei."

"You're right. We can't leave this situation to Inuyama He alone. I was inconsiderate." Tachibana Masamune put on a black haori. "I'll leave this to you, Chisheng. Remember, even if someone falls, you must not fall. The headquarters needs a mighty general right now."

Tachibana Masamune patted Minamoto no Chisei's shoulder and quickly left the Awakening Temple. Bodyguards in black appeared from the darkness and protected him on both sides, like spread black wings.

"Being a gangster is already my limit. I can't be a general, dad." Gen Chisei said quietly as he looked at the majestic black shadow of Tachibana Masamune.

……

"Aha, I remember you liked older women when you were a child, right? Why do you like younger ones now that you're older?" Ange asked with a smile while hugging Miwako and Maki.

Two beautiful girls, one poured wine for Ange, and the other put fresh sashimi into his mouth.

"Principal, I'm already an old man like you. Women older than me are almost all in coffins. I can't possibly fall in love with a pile of skeletons, right?" Inuyama Kayaya said with a smile, hugging two young and beautiful girls while drinking. "Sixty-two years have passed. Principal, you shouldn't treat me like a child anymore."

Chapter 260: Descendants of the White King, Chunibyo

"Really? Ah Ha, you're old too. I always thought you were a child." Ange patted Miwako's wrist as white as jade and smiled casually.

"Principal, isn't it a bit insulting to say this to a highly respected head of the family?" Miyamoto Shio said in a deep voice.

"Highly respected? So, Ah He, you have become a highly respected family leader? It seems that you have really grown up and I can no longer treat you as a child." Ange said

Miyamoto Shio looked angry and wanted to say something, but Inuyama He stopped him.

Inuyama He waved his hand and said, "Miyamoto-kun, you probably don't understand the principal's speaking style well enough. What the principal meant by this is that we are not qualified to graduate from his school. Aren't those who haven't graduated yet just children?"

"Aha, you still understand me." said Ange.

"Principal, are you belittling us just to vent your anger over the collective resignation of the Japanese branch?" Miyamoto Shio couldn't help but ask.

"Venting off your anger? That's not my concern." Ange waved his hand. "You are under the management of the Executive Department. Professor Schneider should be angry about your collective resignation. Schneider is a good and responsible minister who accepts it. Even if this matter makes him extremely anxious, it won't worry me."

"Then why did the principal come to see us this time?" Ryoma Genichirō asked, "Is it because of your three missing students?"

"Oh, you mean Caesar and the other two? Frost called me several times to scold me because of this. He even threatened to raze my office with detonators. He's quite annoying." Ange scratched the back of his head. "But Caesar and the other two are my best students. I trust them very much, so I sent them on this mission. I don't believe they would die at your hands."

"Is that so? Perhaps in the eyes of the principal, the Japanese Yakuza and the Snake Eight Clan are all a bunch of low-class thugs, right? Thugs can't pose a threat to your elite, precious students." Inuyama He's voice gradually turned cold. "After all, you are European mixed-blood aristocrats. You have never taken mafia families like the Snake Eight Clan seriously, right? You are high and mighty, while we are lowly and humble."

"Ahe, are you jealous? You know, you look like a kid who didn't get any candy." Angé's tone was light.

"Principal!" Inuyama He's face darkened, and it seemed as if dark water could be squeezed out of his wrinkles. "The family sent me, Miyamoto-kun, and Ryoma-kun to receive you. This is a gesture of the family's goodwill, as we were once your students."

"I treated you as a friend, vacated the most luxurious club under my name, and asked my goddaughters to come out and join us. So far, we have never shown any malice. On the contrary, you, the principal, have never stopped your sarcastic tone. We have been patient, but you must know that everyone's patience has its limits." The blue veins on Inuyama He's forehead have already popped out.

"Remember, Ah Ha? In 1946, I came to Japan alone, representing the secret party. The Sheqi Eight Clan also sent you to negotiate with me. We were in a Japanese-style room, and you also found a group of women to accompany us drinking. Halfway through the drinking, you suddenly overturned the table, saying you couldn't stand my arrogant tone and that the Sheqi Eight Clan's dignity couldn't be insulted by a foreign half-blood like me."

Ange picked up the last piece of sashimi on the plate, dipped it in Japanese soy sauce and put it in his mouth.

"But later, I used my actions to tell you that it wasn't because I was too arrogant, but because you, Ha, were too weak. Weak people think that when they hear the truth, they are being mocked. The self-esteem of weak people seems to be particularly fragile, and can be easily crushed by a casual word." Ange swallowed the delicate fish meat. "After saying so much, I just want to tell you that, Ha, you seem to have not changed at all. Your poor self-esteem was so fragile sixty-two years ago, and it seems to be still fragile sixty-two years later."

Inuyama He waved his hand, and all the girls at the table retreated to the wall. What followed was a confrontation between the family's envoy and the representative of Kassel Academy. It was a conversation between men, and there was no room for women to interfere.

When all the girls quickly retreated, only Sakurano was half a beat slower than the others, but fortunately everyone's attention was on Ange and no one cared about her mistake.

"So in the principal's eyes, I am still the same person I was sixty-two years ago, and the Snake Hachika are still the weak Snake Hachika in 1946, is that right?" Inuyama He's voice was as deep as thunder.

"Oh, that's a little different." Ange shook his head. "Back then, you were just thugs fighting on the streets all day long, grabbing territory. Now you call yourselves the aristocrats of the underworld. Back then, you would even kill each other's heads for a few hundred yen's worth of business. Now you have the power to blockade the airport."

"Aha, you've actually changed too. Back then, you ran all over Tokyo and could only find comedian-like women to accompany me for drinks, but now you call girls who are on the level of Nagasawa Masami."

Ange still smiled casually.

"The world has changed. Even a pimp like you can become a celebrity agent, but Ah He, you don't think that just because you know a few female celebrities, you can make the whole world revolve around you, do you? Just because you've seen the upper class, you think you have the final say in the world, and everyone has to give you some face and listen respectfully when you speak? Ah He, you must have a super big cake for your 70th birthday, right?"

Ange's last sentence sounded like a question in a concerned tone, "Aha, adult coffee is too bitter for you, do you need to add some sugar and milk, which are only needed by children, to your coffee?"

"Hilbert Jean-Anger!" Inuyama He slammed the table and shouted, his eyes piercing with the coldness of a sword. "So you think the whole world revolves around you?! Do you think you can single-handedly defeat the current Snake Family? Does your arrogance come from your title as the world's greatest dragon slayer?"

"Aha, so you think my confidence comes from the title of the strongest dragon slayer. Speaking of titles, what did the eight snake families call you back then..." Angren nodded his forehead, as if deep in thought. Suddenly, he clapped his hands and smiled. "Oh, yeah, I remember! It seemed to be 'the young male mama-san of the Inuyama family'?"

Inuyama He's entire face was twitching, and the blue veins on his forehead popped out one after another, as if dozens of poisonous snakes were jumping under his skin, and his nerves were tingling like needles being burned by fire.

This was Tamamonomae, his domain. The heads of the Miyamoto and Inuyama families were forced to sit at the table, and his star-like goddaughters could only cower in the corner, trembling and afraid to utter a word, at his command. He was the most powerful and influential figure in the entire Japanese entertainment industry...

But Gilbert Jean Angers, only this man, reminded him again and again, again and again, that he was once weak and humiliated, and that his majesty was a paper tiger built on that fragile and fragile self-esteem. When the man was happy, he would say, "Aha, you are a sensible and good child." When he was unhappy, he would say, "Oh, after so many years, Aha, you still haven't grown up."

"Aha, after all these years, are you still pondering these childish questions? Thinking about what kind of people the world revolves around, what kind of people are worthy of having a say, and why I can always be so arrogant and conceited." Ange took a sip of soju. "But Aha, you're already very old. Are you going to take these childish questions to your grave?"

Inuyama He said nothing. He suddenly realized that he had already shown his weakness in front of Ange.

He held such a grand and luxurious banquet, asked his most outstanding and beautiful goddaughters to stop all their brokerage activities and return to the family, asked the head of the Miyamoto family and the head of the Ryoma family to obey his orders, and he himself put on the posture of an old rogue and talked about love and things with Ange... All this was to prove that he was a big shot with a good reputation and now had the right to speak.

But Ange had been a big shot from the beginning. In the eyes of a true old aristocrat like him, his behavior was like that of a nouveau riche who had suddenly gained power... Nouveau riche always piled all their gold and silver on themselves, spoke loudly, and couldn't wait to prove that they were rich and qualified to enter the upper class.

"Principal, we admit that it was unkind of us to hide this from you and let your students risk their lives for us. But other than that, our family doesn't owe the Secret Party anything. We have been subservient to you for sixty years." Inuyama He's voice was filled with the weariness of an old man. "Your students are all alive. You should go and cause trouble with the Oni Clan. Our family does not wish to be your enemy."

"Be my enemy?" Ange lit a cigar and smiled, "You must dare to do it!"

"In my eyes, there's no difference between you and the demons. We share the same bloodline," Ange said. "Besides, it's much easier to find you than them."

Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichirō's expressions brightened. Inuyama He calmly asked, "What do you mean, Principal?"

"Don't you understand what I mean? Then I'll be more straightforward." Ange exhaled a thick puff of smoke. "You, the Eight Snake Clans, have always been isolated from the mixed-blood society. It wasn't until after World War II that I found you on a US cruiser. Your refusal to participate in the disputes of the mixed-blood world is not because you are unselfish or because this small island of Japan is a remote corner. On the contrary, you have ambitions greater than all mixed-blood organizations. You fear contact with other mixed-bloods because your very existence is a secret that cannot be known to others. Even in China, which is closest to you, you refuse to make friends with the mixed-bloods there."

"I should have discovered earlier that the students you sent to Kassel Academy actually don't react to the Word Spirit Emperor. Examining your 3E exam papers reveals a certain artificial pattern in your answers." Ange said slowly, "Aha, a quick question: Which descendant of the Dragon King is immune to the Black King's 'Emperor'?"

The place was as silent as death. The girls leaning against the wall were trembling slightly. This was not a secret they should be allowed to listen to. At this moment, any curiosity they showed would be an encroachment on the dignity of the family history.

Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichirō also held their breath uncontrollably, secretly praying that Ange would not utter that forbidden name, otherwise the situation would really get out of control.

"So this is why you don't associate with other hybrids, right? You blew up Takama-ga-hara, thinking you'd destroyed the evidence, but your very existence is the evidence." Ange said darkly, "Descendants of the White King, you're really good at hiding yourself."

The moment the taboo was revealed, it was like a dusty black coffin was suddenly shaken open, the moonlight pierced through the dark clouds, and all the witchcraft barriers were revealed to the world. The secrets that the Eight Sheqi Families had painstakingly hidden for thousands of years were ruthlessly exposed by this half-blood from Europe and were exposed to the world for the first time.

"Principal, your actions are tantamount to pushing us to the brink of collapse. The Sheqi Eight Clan do not want to be driven to death by you. This is Japan, and we cannot let the secret be exposed." Inuyama He said slowly, "The only way to protect the secret is to silence those who may reveal the secret."

"Are you still going to poison me to silence me?" Ange said jokingly, "Or give me some hush money so that I can keep your secret forever?"

"Principal, we're not kidding you. The moment you start falling out, you've already blocked your own escape route!"

"Aha, where on earth did you learn to speak like that?" Ange sighed slightly.

"What?" Inuyama He frowned. He didn't understand what Ange meant for a moment.

"I don't know when it started, but the students at Kassel Academy start speaking in strange tones. Even when no one's messing with them, they act like they're furious. They think their uniqueness is enough to draw more attention from the teachers and the girls in their class. They'll occasionally mutter things like, 'People are so interesting, I can't stop trying,' or 'The only one who can defeat me is me,' or 'It's not me who's wrong, it's this world.'"

"Oh my God, this is so stupid. I thought they were suffering from a collective mental illness. Then I went to consult teacher Masashi Toyama, and he told me that this is very common in the children's world. They watch something called "anime" and imitate the lines spoken by the protagonists in the animation. Every child fantasizes that he or she is the protagonist of this world. They usually feel that adults are torturing them, that the world is unfriendly, and that their existence is an enemy of the entire world." said Ange.

Inuyama He frowned, not understanding what he meant.

"Then I thought of you, A-ha. You're so similar to those kids. But then I thought, 'anime' wasn't popular when you were a kid. Who did you learn that from?" Ange said. "Then I looked it up online and found out that the anime industry is actually very developed here. Those strange words actually originated in Japan. Kids here suddenly develop this 'Chuunibyou' syndrome when they reach middle school."

Chapter 261: Er Tian Yi Liu, the Strongest Sword Master

"Aha, have you ever heard of Chuunibyou?"

Ange flicked the ashes from his cigarette onto the table.

"What I'm saying is, some of you Japanese kids take yourself very seriously by the time you're in your second year of junior high. You become extremely concerned about having the right to speak, speaking in a tone even more arrogant than adults, and becoming bossy. You think adults are all cowards, and if you could take control of the adults' authority, you'd make the world a thousand times better than it is now."

Inuyama He frowned deeply. He was not sure whether Ange was reminiscing or mocking him. In any case, these words sounded inexplicably harsh to him.

Sakurano in the corner raised her head slightly, looked at Ange's calm expression and Inuyama He's confused look, and laughed silently.

"Aha, you still don't understand?" Ange sat and looked at the standing Inuyama He, his attitude so superior. "Toyama Masashi told me that some children develop chuunibyou early. They may realize their own stupidity after graduating from middle school and entering junior high school, and gradually become sensible and understand the difficulties adults face. But some children develop the disease very late. Before they experience the real world, they imagine themselves to be isolated. They feel that school is a cage that binds them, and that teachers and parents are their biggest enemies. Apart from studying and going to college, they feel that nothing in the world can stump them, and that they can do anything as long as they let go."

"Though these two types of children may be a bit self-righteous, they'll naturally become sensible once they grow up. The most troublesome and difficult to deal with is the last type," Ange said seriously. "There's another type of child who never seems to grow up. Their second year of middle school can last a lifetime, and they'll still be brooding on it well into their seventies."

"It was just that when I was a child, my teacher scolded me a few times, and I've been holding a grudge in my heart forever, swearing that one day I'll definitely repay this insult. It was just that my father spanked me for being disobedient, and I made up my mind that no matter how many years pass, one day I will step on this man's head and return the psychological pain he inflicted on me a thousandfold, along with the red marks on my butt..."

Inuyama He finally understood the sarcasm and ridicule in Ange's words. In front of the other two family heads and his goddaughter, the shadow of more than sixty years once again loomed over him. His face was wrinkled with hideous lines, the veins on the back of his old hands were throbbing furiously, and his finger bones were pinched so hard that the sound was like thunder.

The man who had given him endless insults crossed his life and made him taste the embarrassment again. His self-esteem was shattered again, and the murderous intent wrapped in his self-esteem was exposed and began to beat slowly.

But Ange ignored the furious Inuyama He and continued to talk incessantly.

"Even though I only got slapped on the butt for making a mistake, I feel like I've been treated inhumanly and will one day take revenge on this wrong world. Even though I've only watched a few crappy anime, I feel like I've mastered eternal truths, that I'm the most clear-headed and everyone else is ignorant. Even though I was only dumped by a woman once, I say there's no true love in this world and that good girls are extinct in this era..."

"Enough!" Inuyama He suddenly shouted, his pupils shining with a terrifying golden light.

"Is that so, Ha? You think this is enough, right? Why is it that your patience gets worse the older you get? You can't stand this alone, right?" Ange said aggressively.

This old gentleman who graduated from Cambridge was as sarcastic as a ghost at this moment. Every word and every question he asked hurt the most vulnerable and deepest wounded part of Inuyama He's heart. He was mean and merciless, like a sharp and fierce knife, and he seemed to never stop talking, one sentence after another.

"When I entered the country, I met a lovely lady. I told her I had come all the way to Japan just to see a foolish student of mine and give him some remedial lessons," Ange said. "Aha, in 1946 you were my dumbest student, failing every class. But at least under my teaching you understood what it meant to respect teachers. But sixty-five years later, you've grown old, and you've thrown away everything I taught you. You've become even dumber than you were sixty-five years ago. Do you think you'll stay under my tutelage forever and never graduate?"

As Ange stood up, his voice suddenly rose with his figure, and suddenly it seemed as if it was placed above everyone's head, covering the entire Japanese-style room, with the majesty of a teacher.

At this time, the room was silent. Both the pretty girl and the distinguished head of the family had no choice but to shut up and listen.

He slowly unbuttoned his chest and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a green tiger head on his left hand and a black yaksha on his right hand. On his chest were vermilion flames and rolling black clouds. It was an extremely magnificent tattoo, covering his entire body from Angers wrists, and the full picture could not be seen. It was tattooed with indigo and dyed with cinnabar, and it was a sign of ferocity, vanity and violence.

Those were the highest-standard tigers and yakshas in the Japanese underworld, forming a supreme picture - "The Violence of All Realms". This highly respected American principal was actually covered in top-level tattoos that only the patriarchs of the Japanese underworld were qualified to have.

Compared with Ange's tattoos, the horse head on Miyamoto Hideshi's body and the cana on Hasegawa Yoshitaka's wrist can hardly hold their heads up, just like a child's simple doodle compared to the masterpiece of a tattoo master.

"Stupid student." Ange stood up straight and looked down at Inuyama He. "You are detained again today!"

……

Yuan Zhisheng leaned on the railing of the terrace, looking at the bustling Tokyo in the night, with a Mild Seven Stars in his left hand and a Cohiba cigar in his right hand, seeming to be struggling with which one to smoke.

The burly black shadow silently flashed behind him, quickly took the Cohiba cigar from his right hand, lit it, took a deep breath, and then exhaled billowing green smoke, his movements smooth and seamless.

Yuan Zhisheng turned around in confusion, and after seeing that it was Yasha, he smiled and punched him on the shoulder: "You bastard!"

"If you're not used to it, don't force yourself, boss." Yasha scratched his head and handed a stack of documents and photos to Yuan Zhisheng. "Boss, I've brought you all the information you asked me to find about Principal Ange."

Yuan Zhisheng took the thick stack of files. There was too much information, so he could only flip through it quickly. But as he read further, his speed slowed down and his brows unconsciously furrowed.

To sum up this man's life in three words, it would be too long, too rich, and too wonderful.

Ange's life seemed to be worth ten lifetimes for an average person, and it was definitely not something that could be read through in just a few minutes. As Yuan Zhisheng flipped through the pages, he imagined the old man's boundless life through the time-worn black-and-white photos and the words between the lines, and he couldn't help but feel fascinated.

Ange spent his childhood in Harrogate. At that time, he was several times smarter than other children of the same age. He was gifted in linguistics and academics since childhood. In the photo, he looks like an autistic kid next door, with thick bangs covering his eyes. He always likes to stand in the corner when taking pictures, and never smiles.

Ange lived in London during his childhood. In the photo, he seems to have grown a lot taller. He is holding a thick book and wearing thick black-framed glasses. He is still silent, like a taciturn adolescent boy.

His youth was the most ambitious period of his life. In the late 19th century, he was discovered by Menech Cassel of the Cassel family in Angers and introduced to the Lionheart Society. At that time, he took off his thick black-framed glasses, combed his soft bangs to the back of his head, revealing his full and handsome forehead. He smiled wantonly in the crowd of girls, his shiny black leather shoes contrasting sharply with the girls' shiny white socks. He stood by the river in Cambridge, and the light in his eyes seemed to light up the world.

In the 20th century, he served in the US Navy. At that time, he looked like a calm general, and his white navy uniform made him look tall and handsome. His comrades of the same period were no longer around. The bright light in Ange's eyes disappeared, and the flame of revenge was hidden in his heart.

Then there was Ange standing in front of Valhalla of Kassel College, awarding the President's Scholarship and various honor ribbons to the best students. He put his hand on the shoulder of his favorite child and gave the camera a gentle fatherly smile. At this time, the old man's emotions had been completely restrained, and it seemed that nothing could stir up his emotions anymore.

He crossed the long river of time, and the people around him in the photos changed one after another. He gained everything in the long years, but was ruthlessly deprived of everything by the years. From the beginning to the end of the story, he was always alone.

Even time cannot be the enemy of the old man. The only enemy he has in this life is dragons. Hatred ignited the eternal flame in his heart. Before he slaughtered the dragon clan, this flame was endless. The old man was always burning, burning his life, burning his beliefs, so he was the strongest, and no one could extinguish the flame in the heart of an avenger.

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for a moment because he suddenly came across a stack of old photos taken in 1948.

The location in the photo is a kendo field, and above the field is a plaque with the words "Niten Ichiryu". Niten Ichiryu is the swordsmanship used by Miyamoto Musashi, a world-famous swordsman in Japanese history. When he was at Enmei Ichiryu, Miyamoto Musashi was not satisfied with his kendo, thinking that he had not reached the ultimate level, so he devoted himself to hard training, and finally created the Niten Ichiryu swordsmanship at the age of fifty.

This two-sword technique of holding the katana in the right hand and the kodachi in the left hand, facing five directions, was almost impossible to master at the time. Because it exceeded the limits of what the human body could handle, it was considered a "fantasy swordsmanship" that only existed in fantasy.

But in fact, there has always been a tradition of Niten Ichiryu in Japanese history. Because Miyamoto Musashi was a mixed-race, his powerful genes were inherited by later generations along with this powerful swordsmanship.

Sitting at the first position in the photo is Nibu Iwa Fudosai, the old man was the only successor of Niten Ichiryu at that time and one of the strongest sword masters in Japan at that time. To this day, the descendants of Mr. Nibu Iwa are still ranked among the honorable elders of the Eight Clans of Snake.

What shocked Gen Chisheng was that in the first photo, there was another person sitting at the first seat with Mr. Nibuwa, and that was Angé at that time. They were toasting each other and watching the disciples in the dojo waving bamboo swords with a smile.

Kendo halls in Japan are places that strictly adhere to etiquette and respect for hierarchy. Not everyone who is a friend of the hall director will receive preferential treatment and sit in the first seat. The only person who can sit shoulder to shoulder with a supreme swordsman... is another swordsman!

Yuan Zhisheng continued to flip through the pages, and the scenes recorded in the photos below made him more and more shocked, like a series of continuous comic strips.

A handsome young man walked out of the kendo field. He took off his bulky kendo uniform, revealing the Yama pattern on his back. He was thin and covered with scars and bruises. He held a bamboo sword in his hand and bowed respectfully to Ange, as if inviting Ange's sword skills guidance... That was the young head of the Inuyama family, Inuyama He!

Ange stood up with a smile, picked up the bamboo sword beside the chair, and took off his shirt, revealing a body covered with roaring tigers and ferocious yakshas. His muscles were as distinct as rocks, and every muscle was filled with violent beauty. When his back was stretched, his body was more sturdy than the world Sanda champion.

"The record of the Inuyama family head challenging the principal earlier?" Yasha also came over and shouted excitedly, "How interesting, who won?"

"Quiet down!" Yuan Zhisheng scolded Yaksha impatiently, like an audience member whose show was interrupted.

Curiosity drove him to turn back, and he subconsciously held his breath.