For Christos' words, the assistant stood there like he swallowed a bug.
"Sir, the seniors… I don't know if they would be willing to do this."
Christos looked at him and said.
"One failure and they all turned into cowards? What the fuck are they useful for? The reason a Second grade student like me took over the duties of the league was because they could shut the fuck up and focus on increasing their strength and skills.
Icarus was a guy who got kicked out of this school, because he didn't have anything these guys have. Neither the background, nor the resources.
And now they are shaking in their boots to fight him?"
"Sir, you also know what happened that night in Nalan's restaurant."
Christos gritted his teeth and sighed. He slumped into the chair and held his glabella trying to get rid of this headache.
A few days, he passed down a similar order.
