"What do you think you're doing?!"
The classmates behind Wang Hui were instantly pale with shock, just as they were about to rush forward to rescue him, Zhu Qianyun stepped forward, her heroic phoenix eyes flickering with piercing coldness. In an instant, those students stood rooted to the ground, their teeth chattering as if they were terrified of something.
"Without Yun Baibai, can't the Lizi Class survive anymore? The trivial matters of the Washing Court are exactly what you, as a Sub-inspector, are supposed to handle. Now that she's gone, are you planning to attend the practical combat class bare-assed?"
Zhou Li coldly looked down at Wang Hui, who was struggling to breathe beneath his knee, and said icily, "From now on, Yun Baibai is my person and has nothing to do with you disposable dogs of the Lizi Class. If one departure means your class will fall apart, then you might as well go pick manure early on and save yourself the embarrassment."
"You!"
