Small building, conference room.

Chu Zihang sat on the sofa and lowered his head slightly. On his lap was a slender Japanese knife that glowed with blinding sunlight. More than a dozen Lionheart elites sat silently on either side of the conference table, each frowning.

"Annihilation?" Chu Zihang asked coldly.

"Yes."

"Lancelot is also dead?"

"Yes."

"Can't get in touch with Susie?"

"Yes."

"What about the identity of the sniper?"

"From the perspective of time, it should be Lu Mingfei."

The continuous questions stopped, Chu Zihang's slender eyebrows raised slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Lu Mingfei?"

"That's right, S-class freshman Lu Mingfei."

"Are you sure?" Someone questioned, "We are talking about a sharpshooter, but looking at Lu Mingfei's resume, the guns he has touched in his life are clearly only toy guns!" ”

"That's absolutely inseparable from him! Or do you think there is a third party on campus involved? Who could this third party be? Fingal and his scrapwood paparazzi? ”

"How dare a freshman be?"

"Who knows? Maybe after graduating from the S-class, we will not enter the executive department, but the equipment department? ”

"Quiet." Chu Zihang stood up.

The room fell silent again, and the elites of the Lionheart Society calmed down and looked at their president in unison.

I have to admit that from a certain point of view, Chu Zihang is not a qualified leader, if he is in a crisis, then Caesar will come and publish a tirade, which will inspire everyone's enthusiasm.

And Chu Zihang would only silently pull out his long knife and move forward alone, the blood-colored sky reflected his path, but it couldn't shine into his golden eyes.

But for the group of killers like the Lionhearts, this is a qualified leader. They don't need speakers, there are too many crooked people in this world, and the noise is annoying.

All they need is a man as sharp as a knife who will not frown or lament when they are in trouble, and who will not turn out the Bible's generous statements.

He would just calmly stick out his finger and tell them where to cut.

Chu Zihang pulled out his knife now.

The blade is slender and reflects a refreshing cold light.

This knife is called Murayu, and it is a demon knife that only exists in legends, and it is said that after killing someone, raindrops will come out of the blade to wash the blood stains on the body.

Someone forged this non-existent knife out of recycled metal and enshrined it in the shrine for ten years to nourish its aura.

Many people in the academy feel that Chu Zihang, who was born out of nowhere, is very much like this knife, and the first eighteen years of his life should have been raised in the deep mountains that no one knows, soaked in the cold mountain spring, so when he came to the academy, he was so murderous, even Caesar could not stop his edge.

"I'll go..."

The screen in the conference room suddenly lit up, and a pleasant female voice interrupted Chu Zihang: "You have a communication, from Caesar." ”

Caesar? Everyone in the room was caught off guard. What did Caesar contact them for? Is it a declaration of war or a demonstration?

The screen changed, and Caesar's marble face appeared on the screen, and his ice-blue eyes revealed twelve points of seriousness.

"Chu Zihang, where are you going to go with your knife? Did you come to see me at church? ”

"It's not you, it's Lu Mingfei." Chu Zihang put the knife into the scabbard.

"Do you know the identity of the sniper? Good, I appreciate how fast you guys react. ”

"What's the matter?" Chu Zihang responded indifferently.

"You should understand that this game is already a dead end." Caesar said.

Chu Zihang was silent, Caesar was right, now this game has fallen into a dead end.

With the parking lot locked, both the Lionheart and the Student Council lost the battlefield of the head-to-head confrontation, and could only temporarily retreat into their own strongholds. But if you want to divide your troops to solve Lu Mingfei, it is difficult to ensure that you still have enough spare strength to deal with the opponent after you deal with it. The current situation is like a noisy cicada in front of the two of them, but everyone wants to be the yellow finch.

"What do you want to say?"

"The student council will send ten people to deal with Lu Mingfei, Nuno will lead the team, and I will stay in the church." A cold smile appeared on Caesar's face, "You can choose to send men to the church to deal with me while we are at war with Lu Mingfei, or you can choose to stay put." ”

Chu Zihang frowned: "What do you mean?" ”

"That means I don't want this game to be a dead end." Caesar said coldly, "The competition between you and me is far from over, don't let me down, Chu Zihang." ”

The screen dimmed, and Caesar hung up.

None of the members of the Lionheart Club in the conference room spoke, and the expressions on their faces looked like they had encountered ghosts. Is this Caesar, the student council president? This is clearly the second or fifth boy bought by Chu Zihang, right? Hidden under this Caesar mask is Fingal's ugly face!

"What do you think should be done next?" Chu Zihang asked.

"I think it's best to stand still." "The attack on the church seems like the most tempting plan, but we can't be sure whether Caesar actually sent men, we can't be sure when they acted, and we can't say for sure whether it was a flaw left by Caesar on purpose." The risk of the unknown is too high, so I'm more inclined to stay put. ”

"No," Chu Zihang shook his head, "We also have to send people." ”

"Why?"

"It's too passive to stand still." Chu Zihang said coldly, "And if all the way is clear and defects to the student union, then what should we do?" ”

That sniper joins the student council? Many people subconsciously have a cold war just by imagining it. It's like Yagami-an and Kusanagikyo met on the left, and a set of oni-yaki sunflower bake cups here was full of majesty, but Kusanagikyo hooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and turned around and took out a Gundam from his crotch.

Cheat hey!

"How is that possible... Even the person who asked the question was stunned, "What about his dignity as an S-class?" ”

"If it was the Lu Mingfei I knew, the first thing he would do after meeting the student union would have been to surrender on the spot with his hands raised." Chu Zihang said calmly.

Everyone present is messy, and this god-like sniper is also a god-like coward? Could it be that the academy has welcomed a second Fingal?

"Remember, our goal is to observe, and if Lu Mingfei joins the student union, report it as soon as possible." Chu Zihang looked around at everyone, "Okay, let's start acting." ”

At the sound of the order, everyone in the room moved. Chu Zihang sat in his seat, looking at the long knife in his hand, remembering the back of the boy who rushed into the rain with his head hanging down many years ago, and felt a little faintly confused.

Is that Lu Mingfei really the Lu Mingfei he knows?