"Lindberg, are you still one of Ding Chuan's own!" Bach's eyes revealed a ferocious light, and his fists were now clenched so tightly that they creaked. He really wanted to smash his fist into that poker face opposite him.
"Of course, I am. It's precisely for this reason that I must take responsibility for Ding Chuan's reputation! It's fine for you to think highly of this student, but if Ding Chuan ends up with the reputation of sheltering a murderer, who will bear the responsibility, you or me?" Lindberg straightened up and walked up to Bach without fear.
Seeing the two senior instructors, both nearing middle age, in such a direct confrontation, the atmosphere suddenly chilled.
Not only were there students from Dingchuan Academy present, but there were also students from other academies, all of whom were now deep in thought about the dialogue between these two men.
