The Unknown God of War

Feng Ling was furious. Last year, she was the first one to bring it up, but Sun Zhao had sternly warned her to keep her mouth shut.

However, she said nothing because she still wanted her job.

Chen Yuanyuan seemed excited. “Mr. Sun, does that mean you’re willing to help me?”

“Of course! You are the pride of our school, and we will definitely take this case seriously,” Sun Zhao said with a smile. “I’ll compile any relevant information and submit it to the authorities. The principal and the board of directors will help you. All you have to do now is go home and wait for my call.”

He wanted Chu Feng and the others to be gone as soon as possible.

“Are you going to compile the information or destroy it?” Chu Feng said. His gaze was penetrating like a sharp knife.

Sun Zhao trembled reflexively and became furious. “What do you mean? Are you doubting me? This is an insult to my character!”

“Your character insults itself,” Chu Feng said while shooting a glance at the female lingerie on the couch. That made Sun Zhao’s face turn red with embarrassment.

He glared at Sun Zhao again and said, “I don’t need you to report this case to the authorities. All we want now is Chen Yuanyuan’s academic records.”

“That’s impossible!” Sun Zhao smirked. “Our students’ academic records are confidential. What makes you think I’ll hand it over to an outsider like you? You have no right to access them!”

Chu Feng stood up. “Is that so? Or are you afraid that I might find out something? I’m guessing that you’re also involved in the scandal as well!”

Chen Yuanyuan and Feng Ling turned their heads and stared at Sun Zhao, which made him sweat buckets.

“This is ridiculous!” Sun Zhao slammed the table and said angrily. “This isn’t the place for you to do whatever you want. You’d better get out before I call the security guards!”

Chu Feng looked at him disappointedly. “Looks like you need some… encouragement before you cooperate.”

He went to the pantry and helped himself to a cup of tea. “Beat until he speaks. Pry his mouth open.”

Yang Jingyu bowed slightly and went up to Sun Zhao.

“What… What do you want? Let me warn you, you’re in a school. You can’t… Augh!”

Before he could finish, Yang Jingyu grabbed his hand and broke one finger. He took a stapler from Sun Zhao’s desk and drove it into Sun Zhao’s palm.