With the Smith influence and power in A-City, blacklisting John from schooling in A-City is as simple as drinking water.
Mr. Smith was expecting Old Ye to get down on his knees and grovel before him, pleading, but Old Ye remained sitting calmly like an old well without a ripple, looking at him like a clown.
This infuriated Mr. Smith more.
"Principal Gad?" Mr. Smith called out to Principal Gad, who stood without moving.
"I will do as you have said, Mr. Smith," Principal Gad agreed immediately, without even attempting to mediate the situation.
A gloating smile appeared on Mr. Smith's face, but the smile disappeared when Principal Gad didn't move an inch.
His face fell, and he asked in a solemn and displeased voice, "Principal Gad, what do you mean by this?"
Sweating profusely Principal Gad responded, looking terrified, "I can't move my legs."
Mr. Smith became even more dissatisfied, and he threatened with a deep voice, "Principal Gad, I donate one million dollars every month to this school; do you still want me to continue?"
The meaning was clear: if he didn't carry out the instruction, he was going to stop donating to the school.
Principal Gad almost broke down as he cried, "I can't move my legs. What is going on?"
His eyeglasses had already fallen off, and he was drenched in sweat; the scholarly demeanour he possessed earlier was already gone.
Mr. Smith stiffened. He thought Principal Gad was joking earlier, but seeing his appearance, he realised he had been taking the matter too lightly.
He tried to move, but he couldn't move his legs.
"Dad, I can't move my legs." Suddenly, his son beside him spoke.
Mr. Smith glared at Old Ye fiercely; he suspected everything was done by Old Ye.
"Punk, undo whatever you have done, or you will regret meeting me. Remember, I am from the Smith family; if you don't undo it, I will make sure you suffer a fate worse than death." Mr. Smith threatened fiercely; he appeared as intimidating as he could, but being unable to move his legs and hands made his action look comical.
Old Ye stared at him with such a smile that wasn't a smile.
"Please undo the restraint, or else I will call the police," Principal Gad chimed in.
Old Ye glanced at Principal Gad leisurely and leaned back on the chair; he didn't even look at them as they rained threats at him.
Mr. Smith's son was the first to break down; he started crying loudly, with tears and snot covering his face.
"I will be leaving," Old Ye said casually, and then got up from the chair.
John stood stiffly, wondering what was going on.
"If you undo whatever you have done, I will give you ten million dollars." Mr. Smith shouted anxiously; he was afraid Old Ye would leave them standing there.
Their legs were shaking after not moving them for some minutes.
Old Ye didn't say a word; he took John's hand and walked towards the door, scaring them more.
"Please don't leave; I swear with my life, that your son will not be removed from the school register. John, please talk to your father; please undo it." Principal Gad pleaded anxiously when he saw that Old Ye was already at the door.
Old Ye threw a glance at Mr. Smith, whose face was filled with unwillingness. "I am sorry, your son will not leave the school." Mr. Smith gnashed his teeth and squeezed out those words.
"Fatty, your turn," Old Ye looked at the little boy beside Mr. Smith, who was crying, and said.
"I am sorry, John. I am sorry. I will never look for trouble with you. I won't bully you anymore." the little boy cried out. He didn't look like the class tyrant a little bit.
Old Ye turned around and opened the door. The two of them walked out of the office, and the three of them collapsed on the floor.
Old Ye looked towards the principal secretary. She shrank in fear; what she experienced a few minutes ago was still vivid in her memories.
Walking out of the office, John, who had been silent all the while, turned to Old Ye. Seeing the expression on John's face, Old Ye cackled and said, "Why that face? Your grandpa is mighty; anyone who dares to look down on you, such a thing will naturally happen to them."
"Grandpa, what happened to them?" John finally opened his mouth and asked.
"A little trick; they are fine," Old Ye replied curtly as the two of them left the office.
When they came out and ran into the security man, who had almost gotten into a fight with them earlier, the security man jumped back in fright.
"You can go to class; the matter has already been settled," Old Ye told John, and then he got on his bicycle and rode towards the gate.
When the pupils saw Old Ye riding a bicycle, they pointed at him and whispered to each other.
When the gateman saw that Old Ye had returned, he sprung to his feet in anger, but he still remembered the humiliation.
"Punk, you have the guts to make me lose face; don't even think of leaving here," the gateman said angrily while looking at Old Ye like a lion whose territory has been trespassed.
"Open the gate for this, Lord," Old Ye said coolly.
The gateman suddenly had a blank look on his face, and without uttering a word, he turned around and opened the school gate. Old Ye rode the bicycle out.
The moment Old Ye left, the soul art Old Ye used on him waned. Regaining his senses, the gateman looked around in confusion.
He turned around swiftly and started yelling, "Punk, you wo..." He naturally stopped when he didn't see Old Ye. He looked around in search of Old Ye.
But Old Ye, the security man he was looking for, was already two hundred kilometres away.
Bringing the bicycle to a halt, an old man flopped and fainted right before him.
"Playing a lousy trick before this, Lord?" Old Ye raised his eyebrow and asked.