Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The entrance of the third middle school in the western capital.

The supercar, which was smashed beyond recognition, was still parked in place.

The surrounding area was isolated and a pergola was built.

Nothing happened inside the school, but there were obviously several more security guards at the door.

"Look, what's that?"

One of the security guards suddenly pointed into the distance.

A long convoy of motorrads, speeding up.

There were six cars in total, all Rolls-Royce, either Phantom or Gust.

The security guards are not all unknowledgeable, and when they saw this convoy, the security captain knew that this was not something they could afford to provoke and could not stop.

Obviously, this has something to do with the smashed supercar parked in front of the door.

While instructing people to report to the principal quickly, he stopped the convoy in fear.

Getting off the car were two tall foreigners, one was in charge of the camera, and the other actually spoke fluent Chinese:

"Hello, we are lawyers from Doyle International Law Firm, this is our certificate, we have a case, we need the person in charge of your school to cooperate with the investigation, thank you."

The security captain didn't dare to look at the documents, let alone stop them, so he could only let them go.

The convoy drove straight in, and then stopped at the door of the office gate.

More than ten minutes later, the principal's office was full of people.

The principal of the No. 3 Middle School is not low, and the office is not small, with more than 50 square meters.

Normally, seven or eight people sit here and it doesn't look crowded, but today, there are too many people.

There are twenty foreign lawyers alone.

plus Mo Qiuyan, Zhuang Bi, and Du Heming, there are a total of twenty-three people.

The twenty foreign lawyers knew the rules very well, and they didn't sit at all, standing there in rows, full of aura.

On the third side, I haven't realized the seriousness of the problem.

Or, the president, the vice president, and the dean of academic affairs and others simply thought that the other party gave them a disadvantage.

This kind of student brawl, no matter how serious, what about it?

To engage in such a battle is nothing more than compensation.

But how noble is the status of No. 3 Middle School in the education circle of the Western Capital?

Do you really think that with a little money, you can do whatever you want?

The headmaster was an old man in his fifties, and he didn't look like a headmaster, but more like an official.

The two vice presidents around him are a man and a woman, and the dean of academic affairs is also a middle-aged woman, with a serious appearance.

Mo Qiuyan didn't speak with a cold face, but Zhuang Bi looked very relaxed.

Du Heming's emotions were always on the verge of exploding, his eyes were like hungry wolves, staring at the vice principal on the right hand of the principal.

The middle-aged woman looked kind and kind, and she was completely like a bosom aunt.

Who would have thought that this was a hungry wolf in sheep's clothing?

On Mo Qiuyan's side, first represented by a lawyer, he took a stack of materials and read for more than half an hour, all of which were all the demands and conditions of Mo Han's side, in short, it was a drip.

When the principal called Qian Mu, he sat behind the desk, his face was gloomy, and he looked at Mo Qiuyan and the others without saying a word.

Obviously, in his opinion, the other party is demonstrating nakedly, and then deliberately destroying the good situation that he has worked so hard to manage.

Xidu No. 3 Middle School is now a national key middle school, and when he was rich, the level could be completely equal to the level of Xidu.

So he wasn't afraid of Mo Qiuyan at all.

At this time, the anger in Qian Mushi's heart was slowly accumulating.

There is no doubt that the other party came to the door like this, which is an insult to him.

"Miss Mo, I can only say that I deeply sympathize with what happened to your brother, after all, it happened outside the school, it is true that Shi Liangjun is a student of this school, but it is his personal behavior, and it has nothing to do with the school, you should go to Shi Liangjun's parents, not the school."

Qian Mushi looked at Mo Qiuyan, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

Mo Qiuyan didn't speak, Zhuang Bi said with a smile:

"Your name is Qian Mushi, right?"

Qian Mushi's face became more and more gloomy:

"I am, who are you?"

Zhuang Bi said lightly:

"Don't care who I am, I was shocked by what you just said, Qian Mushi, you are very shameless, I doubt that you are sitting in today's position, whether you sold your wife in exchange, no, it should be your daughter."

"You!!"

Qian Mushi was furious.

Zhuang Bi smiled coldly:

"Don't get excited, don't be angry, I know you opened the recording as soon as we came in, we also have video here, and I'm responsible for everything I say."

Zhuang Bi took out the phone and dialed out:

"Lao Lu, you can come in."

Soon, a shrill siren sounded.

Qian Mushi was dumbfounded.

The police are coming?

Still honking?

What do you mean?

Catch whom?

The office door was pushed open, and Lu Shengyuan and Lin Xuan walked in.

Qian Mushi still sat firmly and did not waver.

"Director Lu, long time no see."

Lu Shengyuan's children used to go to school in No. 3 Middle School, but they only graduated last year and went to university in the imperial capital.

When he met Qian Mu in the past, he was extremely enthusiastic and even a little flattering.

But today, Lu Shengyuan didn't even have the interest to say hello to Qian Mushi.

Huang Peng is in his hands, Shi Liangjun is also in his hands, Wang Fei is dead, but what he confessed is ironclad evidence.

"Qian Mushi, I'm not here to catch up with you, there's something here, you can take a look."

As soon as Lu Shengyuan waved his hand, Lin Xuan grabbed a few pieces of paper and handed them over.

There are arrest warrants, summons warrants, and documents to cooperate with the investigation.

The arrest was Zhou Wenjing, the vice principal next to him.

It was he who was summoned.

And those who cooperated with the investigation almost wiped out the teachers and staff of the entire school.

What happened here?

Qian Mushi suddenly became angry, slapped the table at Mo Qiuyan and jumped up:

"Ridiculous! It's just ridiculous! ”

"If you dare to do anything wrong with money, you really think it's ......!"

"Shut up!"

Lin Xuan couldn't help but shout out anymore.

She stared at Qian Mu with indifferent gaze and disdain, and then said almost through gritted teeth:

"Qian Mushi, your corpse is a vegetarian meal, and you are a teacher in vain."

"You are suspected of illegally accepting bribes,"

"You're suspected of violating admissions."

"You are suspected of operating in the dark, taking over student places at will."

"You're suspected of money dealing."

"You are suspected of conniving, shielding, and even supporting students in committing crimes."

"You are suspected of colluding with underworld forces outside the school."

"Qian Mushi ......!"

Lin Xuan stared at the old guy in front of him expressionlessly, and said slowly:

"I will do whatever it takes to dig up all the evidence of your guilt."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at the headmistress Zhou Wenjing, who pretended to be calm:

"Zhou Wenjing, although I am wearing this dress, I still have to say, you are a brute!"

"Do you remember Fluttershy-White?"

"Do you remember Wang Dandan?"

"Do you remember Chen Fei'er?"

"Do you remember that there are a total of thirty-six students from poor families who were sent to the imperial capital by you to vent their desires?"

"I will accuse you of organizing the coercion of underage students...... Damn it! Zhuang Bi, I'm going to kill her! ”

If Zhuang Bi hadn't suddenly hugged Lin Xuan, it is estimated that Lin Xuan would have done it directly.

Zhou Wenjing fainted directly.

Qian Mushi seemed to think of something, Huo Ran looked back at Zhou Wenjing who fell at his feet, and his face turned pale in an instant.