Chapter 687 Wang Ling's Warning

This afternoon, Zhuo Oi was depressed in the office.

He had received complaint calls all morning, all from "enthusiastic citizens". The main complaint was about matters related to No. 60 Middle School. Many enthusiastic citizens expressed their incomprehension about the behavior of No. 60 Middle School not having a holiday today and continuing classes.

Although there has been little movement in the Demon Hunters' revenge plan, they are a group of cunning gangsters! God knows what kind of perverted things they will do to children... These days, there are a lot of injuries and accidents caused by perverts with dark psychology!

For example, not long ago, there was a scumbag who should be struck by thunder from heaven, and he stabbed two children who were still in elementary school on their way to school! This kind of person should be in jail and go to hell! The soul can never be reincarnated! What are you doing to a child... If you have the ability, you should do it to Ling Zhenren!

When Zhuo Oi saw this news, he was very angry.

So in fact, it is not that Zhuo Yi cannot understand these issues, but in many cases, the suspension of classes cannot be decided by him alone... Sometimes when he is in a high position, he has more restrictions, and he has to be careful in everything he does. cautious.

No. 60 Middle School has not suspended classes this time. This was based on a combination of factors. Although Zhuo Yi didn't know what factors Principal Chen and Shang Feng considered before making this decision. However, as the principal, Principal Chen has never made a mistake in every decision he made in No. 60 Middle School... And in fact, this is indeed the case. The revenge announcement initiated by the returning elites of the Demon Hunter Association was in the morning, but it is now the afternoon. , not even a shadow was seen.

"Brother Zhuo, there seems to be no movement now?" The general administration office and the deputy general administration office are in the same room. Zhong Lang looked at the time and stuck his head out to ask Zhuo Oi.

Zhuo Qi shrugged and spread his hands: "Hen..."

He didn't know what was going on...

And for some reason, Zhuo Yi had a good premonition now. He felt that a huge shadow was slowly covering him, and finally turned into a pot and slammed it directly on his head.

And just when Zhuo Yi was thinking wildly, his phone suddenly vibrated...

Zhuo Yi glanced at the caller ID.

This is a call from Secretary Dakang...

"It can't be so mysterious, right?" Zhuo Yi twitched the corner of his mouth, and then picked up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, the old secretary's merciless praise came directly: "Xiao Zhuozi! You did a great job!"

Zhuo Yi: "..."

He...what did he do again?

Secretary Dakang: "We found the bodies of the returned elites of the Demon Hunting Association in a mountain forest. Including Elder Ji Xing who organized the plan this time! Elder Ji Xing is the only one left alive now! This Demon Hunting Association The returnee elite group has been wiped out! Tell me honestly, is it the teacher behind you who has taken action again?"

Zhuo Yi: "Old secretary, I..."

"It's yours. I'll figure it out and I'll know it's all arranged!"

Secretary Dakang: "If that senior master is willing to come out and meet me at any time, I will welcome him at any time. He has helped us a lot!"

Zhuo Yi: "Then now..."

Secretary Dakang: "Why are you still dazed now? Hurry up and hold a press conference. This time the elite group of returnees from the Demon Hunting Association has been wiped out. I want to see what the people on the Internet have to say."

Zhuo Yi: "..."

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The Demon Hunters' grand plan to organize overseas elites to attack No. 60 Middle School ended with the death of almost all members, but two people did not die... One was the struggling elder Ji Xing, and the other was Elder Yaren is in the stage of ghost resurrection and has been detained and arrested.

These two are the first and second-ranked masters among the returning elites this time. However, even so, both of them have completely lost their fighting ability, and it is completely impossible for them to participate in combat in a short period of time.

It was still quiet at noon in No. 60 Middle School. Mr. Qiu’s pancake and fruit stall was ready to close at noon. Just as Mr. Qiu was about to push the cart away, another customer with a white face and a black umbrella suddenly came. This man's aura was very cold, and it seemed that even the temperature of the stove on the pancake cart had dropped several points as he got closer.

A small black umbrella covered half of the person's face, making it impossible to see the person's full face.

Mr. Qiu raised his eyebrows, and then sighed silently: "Sir... I don't have enough batter here, so I can only make the last one. Do you want to add shortbread or fried dough sticks? The ingredients for my pancake fruit are a little bit at noon. It’s not too new anymore. If you still want it, I can give you a discount..."

The person under the black umbrella said silently: "Double dough sticks."

Be concise and concise, not saying more than half a word.

"Okay." Mr. Qiu nodded and started making pancakes.

When the eggs were cracked, Mr. Qiu couldn't help but sigh: "It's really peaceful today."

The people under the black umbrella were silent when they heard this.

"This person is just like making pancakes. Whether to add sweet sauce or spicy sauce, you have to make a careful choice in the end. Some places can be provoked, and some places cannot be provoked..." At this point, Mr. Qiu One of the pancakes has been finished, and then he wrapped it in oil paper very familiarly: "Here, young man, your pancakes."

The guest holding a black umbrella stared at the pancakes and fruit and did not move for a long time. He watched Mr. Qiu push the cart away from the end of the road...

Under the black umbrella, President Bai was shocked.

He just stood still for a long time, not because he was thinking, but because he was fixed in place by a strong breath... so that his whole body could not move at all!

Is there really a hidden dragon in this No. 60 Middle School?

Even the old man selling pancakes at the door is so scary?

President Bai narrowed his eyes deeply and began to weigh the pros and cons.

Then he lowered his head and took a bite of the pancake in his hand...

Hmm...

It's burnt...

...

On the other side, at the window of Class 3 of Grade 1, Wang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his pupils regrouped from a scattered state. The Great Spiritualization Technique just now was a method of attaching one's soul to the body of other people. He took on the body of Mr. Qiu to remind President Bai. Although he was not sure whether it would work, it could be said that this time was Wang Ling's "ultimatum".

Wang's mother taught him to be a polite child since he was a child, and everything should be done with courtesy before force! Wang Ling felt that his reminder just now should be said to be... quite polite!

But whether President Bai could understand what he meant was another matter...