Chapter 10

After returning to the school building, Du Nan immediately hid the other four pages of the self-drawn maps.

These things.

One of them led him to an ancient temple, where he obtained a fragment of a divine artifact. Even if the other four pages had different content, they must have some kind of benefit. Old Man Zhou said he traveled extensively in his youth, so this must be the result of his or his friend's research. They couldn't find it back then, but now he had picked up the big prize.

Thinking about the 'danger' of the underground river... well, Old Man Zhou's meager fighting ability made it impossible for him to dive in and search for treasures.

In this world, the strong ultimately rule.

Class was over.

Du Nan walked out of the classroom and headed to the library for another nap, thinking about whether he should consult Old Man Zhou about physical cultivation. After all, being 'self-taught' sounded a bit scary. With the advanced technology of Blue Sea Star and the many idle people, the number of government intelligence agents had been increasing year by year. In this poor school, there was already one teacher and two janitors monitoring, all of whom had the level of 'First Stage Physical Cultivation.' They might continue to investigate secretly due to Teacher Kong's incident.

The authorities had promoted the fifth magic ability as gravity control, so they were no longer worried on a large scale.

However, they still needed to investigate thoroughly whether Teacher Kong had any accomplices. With such a significant change in himself, he might attract suspicion. If he had an experienced master, the development of events would be more reasonable. Old Man Zhou would be a great choice.

While Du Nan was thinking.

Suddenly, a plump girl with a face full of makeup ran out of the classroom corridor, rushed over, and hugged his calf. She then tore open her blouse and screamed, "Harassment! Someone is molesting me!"

Du Nan, who had been alert, looked down and felt a thousand grass mud horses galloping in his heart.

Really, too ugly!

A ton of makeup couldn't cover the flaws, and ten sausages couldn't form a big mouth. That ghostly cry... could it stop a baby from crying at night?

Is this fool Zhu Dachang's way of getting back at me?

Du Nan could only sigh: Zhu Dachang, Zhu Dachang, I know you have a strong preference for meat and unique tastes. But, can your preferences be a bit closer to the human realm? This thing is beyond human imagination. Can you at least not use non-human beings to frame me?

Seeing Zhu Dachang run over with surprise, Du Nan was sure he was 'doomed.'

"Stop!" Zhu Dachang, the righteous hero, ran out quickly... oh, with his spherical body, it would be more accurate to say he rolled out. His subordinates followed closely, surrounding Du Nan, more eager than hungry dogs.

"Is it you, Du classmate?" Pretending to be very surprised, Zhu Dachang put on a pained expression, wiping his nose as if it were tears: "How could it be you? This is impossible! Du classmate, you are the pride of our school. How could you do such an inhumane thing? How can we emulate you and be good students in the future? Although it's normal for young people to be a bit impulsive and have some lust, you shouldn't take advantage of a junior student. Such an inhumane act..."

What kind of lines are these?

Who wrote the script? Stand up, and I promise I won't beat you to death. Du Nan felt another ten thousand grass mud horses galloping in his heart. Who wrote this play, and why is it so long? Zhu Dachang's lines are full of errors. This is an action play, brother, can the scriptwriter be a bit more professional? Don't young people know to talk less and act more?

Zhu Dachang's subordinates were all: Admiring!

Amazing!

Really amazing!

Following Zhu Dachang for so long, it was the first time they saw him recite the entire script. Although he made many mistakes, it was still excellent overall. They had stayed up all night writing the script, and Zhu Dachang's ability to recite it was truly impressive. Indeed, one should interact more with top students to improve.

Next.

The 'sister-in-law' should look up, and the boss should see her and burst into anger.

Then... the boss shouldn't be the one to act, as beating a top student would bring responsibility. The subordinates should do the beating, and Zhu Dachang only needed to shout 'Stop' and 'Don't hit' to complete his lines. A quick kick in the dark would be satisfying, and no one would see. Such simple lines, Zhu Dachang wouldn't mess up, and he was in great form today.

As long as Du Nan was beaten into a pig's head.

Zhu Dachang would be off the hook, and the play would end perfectly. The cost of taking the blame: five pounds of white grain and pork. He couldn't resist cooking a big bowl last night; this black pot was absolutely delicious! Yellow bread couldn't compare.

The plot was perfect up to this point.

Unfortunately, what kind of man finds what kind of woman. Zhu Dachang's brain was lacking, and his woman was... The subordinates sighed: Why isn't the silly sister-in-law cooperating and looking up? Is she waiting for Zhu Dachang to finish speaking? There are no more lines, and he's already repeating himself. What's going on?

"Young people can be a bit impulsive and a bit lustful, but..."

Lustful my sister!

Du Nan was genuinely impatient and punched Zhu Dachang, sending him flying with a bloody nose. Dealing with low-intelligence people was frustrating. On such a clear and sunny day, how could he waste time sleeping? They didn't even rehearse before performing, repeating lines over and over. He had no time to serve them.

"You hit someone?"

The subordinates were stunned. Du Nan, the top student in the ancient literature class, hitting someone, and hitting hard, was this reasonable?

"Beat him, beat him to death!" While the subordinates were stunned, Zhu Dachang, covering his mouth and half-lying, shouted hoarsely.

It hurts!

To hell with the script, forget it.

"Freeze... beat, beat him... Zhou!" Zhu Dachang, spitting blood, pointed at Du Nan as if he were a mortal enemy.

"Oh!"

The subordinates, eager to show their loyalty, were faster than Du Nan's fists.

Three punches and five kicks later, over a dozen subordinates were rolling on the ground. The speed was so fast that the onlookers, who had rushed over, could only see a blur. The ground was already filled with groans. None of them, though not seriously injured, could stand up. The pain was so intense that some couldn't help but urinate. Who could stand up?

"You, you, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Du Nan approaching step by step, Zhu Dachang, like a weak woman facing a rapist, was terrified, his face pale.

Not far away.

The onlookers, seeing the top student beating the school bully, were all in a daze.

"Let you surround me, set me up. You stupid pig, do you think I'm the same as before? Damn, as a pig, fattening up is your animal nature, eating and drinking until you die is your social responsibility, and staying in the pigsty is your life mission. How can you, a pig, run around in the human world, violating animal nature and social order? How can you do such a thing?"

Du Nan spoke and beat, completely ignoring Zhu Dachang's foaming mouth.

At this moment, the frightened heroine finally realized the script was wrong: "Help, help. Come out quickly, Brother Zhu is going to be beaten to death. Come and help, quickly, quickly..."

The onlookers, hearing the shouts, indeed saw a group of representatives of justice and strength 'just passing by.'

They looked ready to enforce justice.

Police officers?

Du Nan laughed. Is this a backup plan? Is it useful to me?

In fact, Du Nan was wrong. Chishui District was not an official area, and there were no police officers. At most, there were security team members. With Zhu Dachang's father's power, it would be strange if he could mobilize police officers to do evil. In the Blue Sea Federation, all city police officers were retired soldiers.

These people couldn't be swayed by minor officials, let alone a minor district officer.

"Freeze, kneel down, drop your weapon, and raise your hands." The head of the security team, without any official position, shouted, leaving the onlookers speechless.

Weapon?

What weapon, do you mean those fists? Then, according to your words: freeze, kneel down; drop the 'weapon' and raise your hands. Do you want Du Nan to move or not, to put his hands down or raise them? This is really a high-level statement, lowering the IQ of the entire Chishui District, which can't be recovered in ten years of education.

More importantly, which law allows you to draw your gun... Do you really think you're a city police officer who can draw your gun in public?

The security team's gun use principle: Do not use firearms unless encountering a swarm of insects or beasts.

In a large brawl, only sticks can be used.

Now you're drawing your gun.

You're the one breaking the law!

"Laugh at your mother, kneel down, raise your hands, or I'll shoot you." Seeing Du Nan smiling and not moving, the captain felt greatly insulted and roared. Used to the fearful faces of the poor, he was very annoyed by this calm smile: Laugh at your sister. Fear me like a vicious dog, bastard!

"Captain Chai, shoot, shoot him." Zhu Dachang, seeing the rescue, could still shout.

Captain Chai turned and saw Zhu Dachang covered in blood, feeling very alarmed. This result was different from what was agreed upon. The little rascal beat him so badly that when he returned, Zhu Dachang's father would surely be furious. Even he might get a scolding.

"Boy, kneel down." Captain Chai released the safety, preparing to shoot.

At the same time, Du Nan moved, instantly appearing in front of Captain Chai. In a flash, three punches and two kicks sent five security team members flying like broken sandbags. Ignoring the stunned onlookers, he collected the five handguns and crushed them into a strange metal lump.

"You, you, you..." Captain Chai was scared, unable to speak.

The unusual situation finally attracted the attention of special personnel within the school. The intelligence agents who had been monitoring the ancient literature class quickly took advantageous positions. They touched their guns but did not draw them, knowing that the less conspicuous they were, the less trouble they would attract. Once they drew their guns, it would be hard to back down.

"Special Operations Bureau." A 'new teacher' stepped forward, showing a small black starlight book.

Seeing the badge, everyone retreated, as if it were a flood or a beast.

"Du classmate, let's talk calmly. Please stop." The new teacher smiled faintly but with an unyielding tone.

It seemed he was used to giving orders.

"Why should I?" Du Nan was unimpressed. The words 'Special Operations Bureau' meant nothing to him. In his previous life, he had dealt with such people and was used to their ways.

Now, he wouldn't take them seriously.

"Because we will handle the situation properly, and because... I am stronger than you." The new teacher clenched his fist, a fierce aura emanating from him, forcing Du Nan to step back. The onlookers, hiding nearby, felt their scalps tingle. The teachers who were about to step in also retreated, maintaining a safe distance.

Du Nan stomped, and he shot forward like a cannonball. With just one punch, he sent the 'Special Operations Bureau leader' flying into the bushes.

Then, he picked his ear with his little finger and asked, "What did you say about being strong?"