"Tang Hanpei! How dare you!" Pavchek bellowed sternly as he stood up with a rush. The murder of a director under the eyes of all present had never happened in the history of the Federation Comprehensive Academy. Moreover, the murderer was actually his favorite pupil. How could he not be shocked and angry?
"Sir!" Tang Hanpei bowed to Pavchek slightly.
The rest of the directors had faces full of rage. One director could no longer suppress himself and stood up. "Men, take Tang Hanpei away!"
Yet, outside the meeting room, there was no stirring.
Tang Hanpei took his seat in a leisurely manner without even a look at that director. A gentle, unconcerned smile hung upon his face throughout. But it was just that smile, gentle as the spring breeze, that made every director feel a sense of foreboding rise in their hearts.
