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Wen Hui and Jun Changkong lay motionless on the ground.

The others didn't dare to help them up. These fourth and fifth-grade students all stood obediently in place.

The scene was rather comical.

Cheng Han's eyes swept over the group, and he pointed out three students, calmly instructing, "Wu Yiming, Ding Long, Bian Hu, take them to the infirmary."

He paused and added, "You will stay in the infirmary to take care of them, understand?"

Wen Hui and Jun Changkong were not seriously injured at all. They would wake up after lying down for a while. He just wanted to send these people away.

"Understood!"

The three answered obediently, each supporting one of the two unconscious students, dragging and pulling them towards the door.

Although they were all fifth-grade seniors, they didn't dare to disobey the orders of a third-grade junior.

Wen Hui and Jun Changkong's strength was enough to rank in the top five of the preparatory class, yet they were sent flying so far with one move. Where did they have the courage to resist?

The remaining dozen or so students were all greatly astonished.

Lan Lou had four major factions, two of which were led by Jing Jiuxiao and Jun Changkong respectively. Of course, Jing Jiuxiao was a thing of the past. Wen Hui wanted to start his own faction, so he stood up for Ren Yong.

Another faction was led by Wu Yiming, and the other was headed by the "Dragon and Tiger Brothers," Ding Long and Bian Hu.

In other words, Cheng Han directly drove all the leaders of the four major factions out of Lan Lou.

But the problem was.

Only students who had been here for a few months understood the intricacies of the situation, but this junior had only been in the preparatory class for two short days. How did he know all this so clearly?

For a time.

The gazes directed at him were even more respectful and fearful.

As the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, the hall fell into silence.

Cheng Han then broke the silence: "I really want to know, did you painstakingly condense your Source Sense Imprints and enter the Lan Lou that all students yearn for, just to mess around with factions?"

The situation in Lan Lou reminded him of certain student unions in another time and space, where internal cliques and factions created a chaotic atmosphere.

This was truly a soul-searching question.

Everyone looked embarrassed.

Cheng Han looked puzzled: "I really can't understand. Even if you have a high position in a faction, what's the point?

"I'm a newcomer to the preparatory class, and I haven't been involved in any factions, but on my first day in Lan Lou, I became the class monitor, and on the second day, I beat Wen Hui and Jun Changkong to a pulp.

"And you seniors who are involved in factions every day have to obediently listen to my lecture. Is this the entire meaning of your involvement in factions?"

This was even more soul-searching.

Some students couldn't keep a straight face and lowered their heads.

Cheng Han changed his tone: "Do you know why the two vice-principals are so disgusted with this rampant factionalism?"

No one spoke.

Cheng Han suddenly raised his voice: "Because they are retired soldiers from the Black Armor Army, and they have experienced real battles. They know better than anyone that strength is the greatest reliance!"

Cheng Han swore: "When you face powerful heretic believers and terrifying monsters, factions and relationships are not worth a fart!

"You are playing boring faction games when you should be working hard to cultivate. That's why Principal Jing Long calls you idiots."

The dozen or so students present were all silent.

Cheng Han suddenly called out a name: "Di Guanjun, are you still going to be involved in factions in the future?"

Di Guanjun was shocked and shook his head repeatedly: "No more."

His back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

In the eyes of others, this seemed like a random name, but Di Guanjun understood that he did want to take over this faction after Wu Yiming graduated.

How did this junior know this?

Too strange!

Cheng Han nodded: "Very good!"

He looked around and said in a calm tone: "From today onwards, if I find anyone forming cliques, I will beat them up one by one!"

Everyone was in awe.

This junior would beat up even Wen Hui and Jun Changkong if he said so. No one believed he couldn't do it.

Cheng Han waved his hand: "Free training."

Everyone moved quickly.

No one dared to be lazy.

No one dared to dawdle.

Cheng Han watched this scene and muttered to himself: I have done this much, which is worthy of the fifty silver coins per month allowance.

Disciplining a group of fourth and fifth-grade students, is this something a third-grade student should do?

I am bearing a burden that I shouldn't have at this age. If Scarface wants me to do more work, he has to pay me more!

*

Six o'clock in the evening.

The sky was completely dark.

The crystal energy lamp in the vice-principal's office was still on.

At this moment.

The two retired soldiers were drinking together.

According to the rules, drinking was prohibited on school grounds, but the vice-principals had a higher status, and no one would say anything if they relaxed like this after school.

"Sip!"

Gu Jinglong took a small sip of strong liquor and asked, "Have you heard about what happened at Lan Lou?"

Yan Dongting nodded: "Of course!"

Jun Changkong was one of the prominent figures on campus. It was no small matter that this guy was knocked unconscious. The two vice-principals were both shrewd people, so how could they not know?

Gu Jinglong looked admiring: "Before, I appointed Cheng Han as the class monitor just to make him a troublemaker. I didn't expect him to suppress the situation in just two short days.

"This kind of method can be described as fast, ruthless, and accurate, and the timing is just right. This kid is really a talent."

The Scarface vice-principal sighed: "I always try to judge Cheng Han as highly as possible, but the fact proves that I have underestimated him again and again."

Yan Dongting chuckled and didn't answer, just took a small sip of strong liquor.

His old face was full of smugness.

Gu Jinglong glanced at his colleague and said enviously, "The 150 silver coin signing bonus and the 80 silver coin monthly subsidy you gave were really a bargain!"

At first, Scarface had heard about this amazing price and once thought that his colleague had lost his mind.

During the first training class, he made a small attempt to test him and realized that his colleague's vision was very accurate.

Now, Scarface was willing to offer double or even triple the price to sign Cheng Han for the Fifth Battle Group of the Black Armor Army.

Unfortunately, time could not be turned back.

Yan Dongting said leisurely: "A true genius is like an awl in a bag. You don't need to spend any effort to easily stand out. I just happened to see it one step ahead."

Gu Jinglong took a big gulp: "It's true that he's a genius, but he's the first genius I've ever seen who asks for more money at every turn!"

The two looked at each other and laughed together.

Yan Dongting added: "I personally think that Cheng Han has a 90% probability of taking that step."

Gu Jinglong paused: "A Mystic Warrior?"

Yan Dongting nodded: "About one in every fifty-six warriors can be promoted to Mystic Warrior. With Cheng Han's aptitude, it shouldn't be difficult to become a Mystic Warrior in the future."

Gu Jinglong's expression showed longing, but he was noncommittal: "Let's wait and see."

The average lifespan of ordinary people is less than sixty years. After becoming a warrior, they can live to be over a hundred years old, but once they cultivate into a powerful Mystic Warrior, their maximum lifespan can reach two hundred years.

Who doesn't want to become a Mystic Warrior?

But it's easier said than done.

Over the years, has the Black Armor Army seen few geniuses? Among them, there are many geniuses who became famous at a young age, but there are still many people who stop at that insurmountable barrier.