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"To uphold the honor of the school, I have to put you two at a disadvantage," the Brute over there undoubtedly had grown accustomed to a privileged environment, completely self-centered. Upon hearing the conditions proposed by the other party, he turned directly towards Yang Xiaoyou and spoke boldly.
It seemed he wanted to take charge of the situation just like that.
Zhao Xinglong, who sensed something was off, quickly raised his hand to cover the Brute's mouth, stifling the rest of his words. At the same time, he shot a panicked glance at Yang Xiaoyou, his face full of pleading as he shook his head, seemingly trying to convey his innocence.
On the other side, Yang Xiaoyou was smiling brightly. It appeared that this fellow was also a cooperating Terrorist; after all, who wouldn't encounter problems at East China Jiaotong University? It was necessary to involve him in this matter.
With the correctness of having identified a problem child now mixed in, casually reporting a couple of suspected cases wouldn’t raise concerns about the military's lack of attention.
As for what would happen if they did pay attention? Ah, dissection and such were so annoying; until a conclusion was reached, it would mostly just involve various sampling and comparative testing anyway.
"Zhao Xinglong, have you taken crazy pills today? When did you, the top expert from the affiliated school and a national young competition semifinalist, become so timid? Did someone cut off your eggs? Oh, I get it; are you interested in one of them? No worries! As long as you’re willing to be fierce and put in some effort, you won’t lose. In that case, won’t they look at you differently? That’s a shortcut."
It was hard to tell whether it was better for the Brute to be clueless or cunning; at this moment, he bluntly called out Zhao Xinglong's name, causing Zhao's face to darken.
"That Zhao Xinglong guy is acting strangely today; usually he's not this refined. Why do I feel like his eyes look a bit off? Is he scared of something? No way! Huangpu Military Academy is impressive, but it shouldn’t scare him this much without any action. I could have shown you all his skills and been glad that Yang Xiaoyou wasn’t beaten up by him," Fang Jinke couldn’t help but flaunt his nature and began commenting with great interest.
"It seems like your internal opinions aren’t unified yet; you don’t seem to have the authority to make decisions," said one of the men from Huangpu Military Academy who had stepped forward earlier, seizing the opportunity to chuckle in disbelief.
The sarcasm was quite evident but lacked any harsh words. Such remarks only made the Brute feel more frustrated. After breaking free from Zhao Xinglong's grip, he strode angrily towards Yang Xiaoyou and her group, seemingly believing they had humiliated him.
Meanwhile, Zhao Xinglong could only shrug helplessly, indicating that he had done all he could.
However, before approaching them, Liu Shaoqiang stepped forward to block the Brute's path, maintaining an expression of cold indifference as he stared him down.
"Alright, I'll handle this myself," Yang Xiaoyou said from behind Liu Shaoqiang in a somewhat resigned tone.
Just as Liu Shaoqiang was about to respond, he saw Yang Xiaoyou reach into her pocket and pull out a Silver Large-Caliber Pistol. He was genuinely taken aback.
The figure in front of Brute was startled, taking a step back. However, he soon furrowed his brow; this rhythm felt oddly familiar, as if he had heard it in recent rumors.
Before he could ponder further, a furious roar erupted from the direction of Huangpu Military Academy. A young man charged toward them like a raging bull, only to be intercepted by several classmates halfway there.
Despite being restrained, he continued to roar, his eyes blazing with fury as if he wanted to incinerate the gun-wielding youth on the spot.
This also served as a wake-up call for Brute.
“Hahaha! No wonder this feels so familiar. Didn’t something extremely famous happen in our district recently? A lighter scared off a military academy prodigy, right? Do you really think I’m deaf or stupid? Do you think I’m like that idiot? You can scare two people with one prop?! Hahaha. That fool just now must be the victim.”
Recalling the rumor, Brute began to laugh more freely, clutching his stomach as if he were about to cramp from laughter.
As he laughed, most of the onlookers began to connect the dots regarding the rumor. Those who were confused learned about it from others nearby.
They started to murmur and discuss among themselves.
“Ahem, although I’d love to just shoot you dead right here, we still have to follow procedure. I suspect you’re involved in a military political case that undermines military authority. In the name of the military’s commission, we need to take you and him away for investigation. I hope you’ll cooperate.”
Clearing his throat, Yang Xiaoyou first smiled reassuringly at Meng Lu before turning to Brute with a serious expression, pointing at the young man leading the charge from Huangpu Military Academy.
“Oh dear, undermining military authority? What a heavy accusation! I’m so scared; it’s terrifying! Actually, it’s all true!! I am this kind of Terrorist! Forget about procedures; just shoot me dead already.” Hearing what seemed like the funniest joke in the world, Brute twisted his body in front of Yang Xiaoyou and spoke in an exaggerated tone.
He then smugly pulled out a cigarette and flicked it into his mouth with flair.
“Hey, brother, lend me a light so we can have a proper chat.”
With a teasing expression, he leaned forward with the cigarette hanging from his lips and grabbed Yang Xiaoyou's hand, flipping the gun's barrel upward toward the cigarette tip.
With his other hand, he squeezed the trigger.
“Bang!”
A deafening sound of a gunshot echoed, causing Wang Xincheng and his group nearby to feel their ears ringing. The atmosphere, once filled with expressions of curiosity and quiet conversations, fell into complete silence.
Wang Chong, who had been roaring like a beast while being held back by his classmates, also paused in his struggle. Even though his classmates had stopped pressing him down, they seemed to forget about pushing forward.
Meanwhile, Brute, who had a cigarette dangling from his lips with only a stub remaining, stood completely frozen in place. His face still bore a stiff yet mocking smile as he continued to hold the cigarette low.
"Uh, what’s going on? This lighter must have too much gas; it’s a defective product," he stammered, his body beginning to tremble as the shock set in. The shaking grew more pronounced.
His incoherent mumbling drew no attention from Yang Xiaoyou, who simply pulled out a notebook and began to write.
"According to regulations, that should be considered a warning shot. The suspect just touched the handgun and has shown intent to seize it. By protocol, we have the right to eliminate the threat on the spot," she murmured to herself as she lowered the gun's muzzle and aimed it at Brute.
With a thud, Brute, who had been rambling incoherently just moments before, showed no hesitation or delay. He raised both hands to cover his head and knelt on the ground, his expression blank and numb.
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