"Mr. Gao, what are you trying to do!" Wei Tian pointed the iron rod at Gao Ming, "Let go of my student right now!"
"I mean no harm to you, and what I'm doing now is to help you, unless you want to stay here forever." Gao Ming was considering all possibilities; he felt that leaving might very well depend on these outsiders.
Enshrouded by black mist, the tunnel held a bus full of students; the cycle of tragedy repeated itself. Gao Ming believed the appearance of these outsiders was no coincidence and could involve another conspiracy, much like the case of Class Thirteen years ago.
"No matter what happens afterward, we have the right to know the truth. How long can you keep this up with brute force?" Chen Jing took Shen Tuque's hand, his expression resolute as if he had prepared himself to accept anything.
Seeing that everyone felt this way, Gao Ming no longer insisted, "Fine then, I have no right to meddle with other people's fates."
