The long-haired man had gotten the opportunity he wanted, raising his voice a little to calm his disciples. At that moment, the entire class fell silent as if a revelation had come down from the heavens; the words of the white-bearded man were enough to quell their anger.
"Yes, prove it!"
"Don't you dare show your ugly face here again if you can't prove it!"
The students' emotional was no different from sailing in a stormy ocean. Now they could watch Mel humiliate and stop thinking about their inadequacies.
"What will I gain from this business?"
The Heir talked to the person sitting on the two-foot-high platform, ignoring the students gathered around him. Others were not his interlocutors; millions of flies could not mean anything to an eagle.
"Insolent, who are you?"
"Throw this out!"
