"Smash everything!"
A man in a leather jacket, with a carefree attitude, stood on the podium and yelled. As his voice fell, several punks with hair dyed in all colors of the rainbow charged in, grabbing anything they could to start smashing without showing any mercy.
The people in the school were panicking, especially the young children, who were now huddled outside, crying.
The cries of the children echoed through the school, and Ning Fan and Zhang Shiya could hear them clearly as they approached the entrance.
Inside a classroom, the hunched old headmaster desperately pleaded to the hooligans: "Please don't smash it, please! These are for the children's education. Even if you don't pity me, pity the children of our little Orphan Village, okay? They are the hope of our village. We can't do without students."
As he spoke, the helpless headmaster began to cry. All these items were the fruit of everyone's hard work, and the children relied on this place for their knowledge.
