The next morning.
Bloody Chariot is sitting in his new office. He is leaning in the chair while holding his glabella. He never felt a headache like this. It was like a thousand crazy monkeys are ganging up and beating his brain with hammers.
He looked at the four kids in front of him. The first four suspects. They are all standing there in front of him with hands cross, legs shaking and heads bowed down. They didn't dare look at him straight.
"Just what is wrong with your heads? How did you even get into this school with brains like that?"
He asked with genuine puzzlement.
He is not even sarcastic. He is genuinely curious about their level of intelligence.
As for the reason? It is easy to guess.
Last night after he went back to the academy from meeting, leaving the students alone, he thought they would have sense to not reveal the critical information like their payment status to anyone else.
