As the pot-bellied man emerged, Black Tiger huffed in displeasure. "Qian Taishao, you're the principal of this school. You tell us what we should do now."
If it really came to a fight, Black Tiger knew he would be outmatched.
With a sleazy smile, Qian Taishao looked at Wu Tian and the others. "Gentlemen, I believe you've already had your first encounter. The Young Master, whom you know as Heibai Zi, said that brute force won't suffice to deal with you. Those hundreds of death soldiers have already proven one thing—you are beyond the power of ordinary men."
Then, Qian Taishao clapped his hands, and several more people walked out of the school gate.
When Xia Qian saw them—the very employees who had abandoned their families—her face flushed with fury. "Tell me, why did you resign?"
"We wanted to see the Young Master."
"That's right, we've always belonged to the Young Master."
"Long live the Young Master!"
