Two hours later.
The Gambler Academy is once again surrounded by people. People from different families and other academies are all swarming around it.
Wharton hovered in front of the academy and looked at them.
He addressed the Dean of the Poseidon academy who stood there in the front of the group.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Because by now, I am fucking tired from holding back. I will not be responsible for anymore deaths from this point on. They are all on you." Wharton directly issued a threat of death.
"You can avoid this Wharton.
All you need to do is handover Sam and we will turn back around without causing a fuss."
"Are you fucking listening to yourself speak? You brought all these people just to take care of one first grader? Do you have any pride left as a Dean?"
"That first grader is related to the biggest terrorists that the academy realm has ever faced."
