"Ah—"
On the embossed cover of the collector's edition of "Moral Education," Master Fuli jumped up, and the book in his hand was like a giant seal, heavily stamping on the middle-aged man's cheek, sending him flying.
The word "Moral Education" on the cover instantly completed the transfer printing process, branding the middle-aged man's face. His eyes rolled back as he flew backward and fell.
Master Fuli didn't stop, striking down the mastermind Zhang Ruiwen with a single book, then turned his gaze to the other five dumbfounded people. With a flick of his tiny fox wrist, he adjusted the angle and position of the book, launching another attack at a speed hard to discern by the naked eye.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap—"
With five crisp sounds, Master Fuli returned to the rock, holding a copy of "University Moral Education" in his arms with a calm expression, and said to the criminals lying on the ground, covering their cheeks:
