"Smash everything!"
A person dressed in a leather jacket and exuding an air of recklessness stood on the podium and roared. As his voice faded, a few bastards with dyed hair of all colors charged in, grabbed whatever they could, and started smashing without the slightest mercy.
The people in the school were in a panic, especially the children, who were now huddled outside, crying.
The crying of the children echoed inside the elementary school, and Ning Fan and Zhang Shiya could hear it clearly as they just reached the entrance.
In the classroom, the hunched-over principal looked anxiously at the young punks as he pleaded, "Please don't smash anymore, I beg of you! This is all for the children to use for their schooling. Even if you have no pity for me, please have mercy on the children of our small orphaned village, won't you? The children are the hope of our village. We can't be without students."
