Mr. X opened his mouth to stop the contest, and the winner reached out and pulled the loser up from the ground. This friendly gesture made Mr. X disgruntled, and he couldn't help but want to punish both of them at the same time.

In the first constitution of the Servant Eater Society, it is clearly stated that in the face of the person you kicked to the ground, you should continue to kick until he cannot move. The rules are as simple as that.

Then again, this is just a college classroom, not the real world. Moreover, parents who are willing to leave their children at the martial arts academy to kill time in the violence of crawling and rolling will certainly not want to see their precious godson come home dying.

The two students saluted him in turn, retreated to their seats, and were watched by the class. The loser's face flushed, not all because of the lack of strength in the fight, but also because of the fear of the punishment that would follow. Learning to be ashamed and embarrassed is also an important part of the process of correcting mistakes.

He nodded approvingly at the victor, "Well done." But next time you're going to have to knock him out faster, you know? ”

With that, he turned to look at the loser and examined him from head to toe, noticing his heavy wheezing and trembling feet. "You know what you have to do."

The loser's eyes twinkled, and he walked to the glass wall facing the lobby in a dejected manner. As per the punishment, he had to stand with his head held high and his chest facing the aisle so that everyone who entered the academy could see his face as a loser. If he dares to wipe the tears from his face halfway, then he will continue to stand in the next class.

Mr. X divided the students into two teams and had them practice against each other, while he patrolled, instructed and corrected their standing and hand movements. But my mind drifted to something else.

Last night's plan was not perfect, or should I say, far from perfect.

After returning home, eavesdropping~ listened to the report obtained by the police radio and learned that the body of the wandering warbler had been found around 3 a.m. There is no mention of the vixen in the report. may have been taken away by the two servant eaters later and tortured for a long time.

Things didn't go as planned, which was a humiliating thing for Mr. X, and made him eager to get back on the scene and right his mistakes. The plan went very smoothly when it came to using the freshly killed ordinary woman as bait. However, the anesthetized darts still needed to be adjusted, and the last dose was relatively low, as he had planned to kill the vixen after asking for information. Obviously, the next time he acted, he would have to switch to a more effective anesthetic.

It's just that he has other plans to implement today.

Mr. X looked at the loser thoughtfully.

The highlight of the evening tonight was recruiting new people. Two days ago, another recruit lost his response, and it seems that the organization's sequence needs to be added with a few more heads soon.

Centuries ago, there were far more vixens than there are now, and the members of the Servant Eater Society numbered in the hundreds, widely distributed throughout Indochina and of course how many remained in the ancient kingdoms of the north. But now, as the number of fox spirits has decreased sharply, the sequence of tissues has also decreased accordingly. Streamlining the membership of the organization is all about practicality - a boring servant eater who lacks initiative is not good for the organization.

When selecting servant eaters to join the Order, it is their violent tendencies and murderous impulses that are valued by the Order. But when there aren't enough vixens around to hunt, that killing intent and urge doesn't wane. In order to gain a high seat in the sequence, many people will turn to hunting down their companions, or committing more violent acts simply because they have too little work. Equally bad is the fact that the servant eaters have begun to hunt and kill ordinary people for pleasure.

In contrast, the former situation only brings shame and inconvenience to the organization, while the latter is absolutely not allowed. Naturally, Maharaja did not care about the life and death of ordinary people, but on the contrary, he encouraged the complete erasure of ordinary people from the world. But as an organization's killer, the first rule you need to follow is to be cautious, hide your actions, kill your target quickly, and calmly retreat into the darkness. Attracting the attention of ordinary people is bad news for all servant eaters. There is nothing more alarming than the sudden appearance of a large pile of dead bodies to arouse the vigilance of ordinary people.

For these reasons, recruiting recruits is a great skill set. First of all, the recruits must be hateful and too lazy to think. On the other hand, it is important to know how to be adaptable. Only then can the eternal war between the Order and the vixens continue in secrecy.

In any case, the sequence of the organization must be complemented.

Looking at the loser standing in front of the window, a smile appeared on the corner of Mr. X's mouth, and he looked forward to the night as soon as possible.

Shortly before 7 a.m., Mr. X drove to the outskirts of town and easily found 3461 Piller Street. He stopped the Ford Raptor and waited, passing the time by memorizing the details of the rooftop of the row house in front of him. The house is typical of the Middle American style, about 240 square meters, with an unobstructed patio and a small lawn planted with a huge tree. The neighbor's house is so close that through the window, you can almost see the text on the box of cereal that the child eats in the morning, and the logo of the Bitburg brand of dark beer that the man likes to drink in the evening.

A clean, joyful dwelling, at least outwardly.

The front door of the house was slammed open, and the loser in the afternoon class popped out, as if he were jumping off a slowly sinking ship. His mother followed, but stopped as she walked down the steps, looking worriedly at the SUV Ford Raptor parked in front of the house, as if it was a bomb about to explode~.

Mr. X rolled down the window and waved at the mother. The other party hesitated for a moment and waved back.

The loser jumped into the Ford Raptor and curiously looked at the leather seats and instrument cluster in the car, his eyes shining with greed.

"Good evening." Mr. X stepped on the accelerator.

The child clumsily lowered his hand and bowed his head in salute: "Hello teacher." ”

Mr. X smiled and said, "I'm glad you were able to come out." ”

"yes, but my mom always likes to nag, it's annoying." The loser tries to pretend to be cool and lashes out at his mother with harsh words.

"You shouldn't say that about your mother."

Mr. X's words made the loser a little dazed, so he had to give up playing the tough guy and obediently said, "Oh, she wants me to be home before 11 o'clock." This night is not the weekend, and I have to work tomorrow morning. ”

"I promise to get you home on time by 11 o'clock."

"Where are we going?"

"Go to the other side of the city. I want to take you to meet someone. ”