After the dust had settled on the meeting, Ding Chuan had already begun using its vast influence to completely shroud Mu Fan in its protection.
Inside the academy, Mu Fan was one hundred percent safe!
The news, however, was only circulated within a very small circle of the higher-ups and hadn't spread further.
And Mu Fan received a message two hours later.
"Everything's sorted, wish you success."
The last four words had a deeper meaning, and Mu Fan frowned as he read them. Did Instructor Bach already know what he was going to do?
Through the thick glass window, Mu Fan watched his two comrades grimacing in pain inside the medical center, his fists creaking.
A flash of cold light passed through his eyes.
...
Mu Fan had already departed.
White Hair opened his squinting eyes hazily, glanced at the ceiling weakly, and then turned to look at the fat man who had just been wheeled out of the operating room.
