Hunting High School

"You really should go back."

Facing Soprano's reply, Sir Friedman said rather slickly: "Since the Cheung Kei Club's ranking has risen, you seem to be a little slack in the work assigned by the club...Especially this year's Moon Hunting, listen It is said that you cooperated with Neville and earned three thousand jade coins, and many brothers in the club are waiting for your red envelope."

Soprano raised his eyebrows, as if realizing something.

He finally knew the purpose of the Blood Friends - because of the proper operation this year, Moonhunting earned nearly 3,000 jade coins, which was equivalent to more than half of the assets of a small wizard family! Even the hemophiliacs, who had previously dismissed 'dirty money', still couldn't help salivating in the face of such a huge cake.

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This ancient association is still rotten after all. Maybe it needs to be broken and rebuilt like "will and judgment" before it can be reborn from the ashes. Soprano thought silently in his heart and sighed silently.

Of course, he would not say this to Friedman.

"I mentioned that I thought you would bring Sima Yi here... He caused us a lot of trouble in this year's hunting competition." Soprano changed the subject and looked at Fuli thoughtfully. Deman, then glanced at Matthew again: "The reason why Sima is not brought is because his surname is Sima, not Karen?"

Matthew's heart trembled, and he swallowed quietly.

He was shocked by the sharp insight of the fat wizard - because Friedman had said something similar before bringing him here (Note).

The young vampire glanced stealthily at his own cousin.

He was keenly aware that when facing this Fatty, his cousin always seemed to be unnaturally a little bit inferior! As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he was startled immediately, and he couldn't help shaking his head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of this bad idea.

Sir Friedman gave his cousin a strange look, but didn't say anything.

"Who to take, or not to take, this is my freedom...Obviously, you still don't have a deep understanding of the basic purpose of Alpha Academy." Sir Friedman raised his chin, quite surprised by Own's answer satisfy.

"Very good." Soprano squinted his eyes, the fat on his cheeks trembling vigorously: "Since you mentioned the purpose of the academy, I hope you can recall the previous agreement with Cheung Kei Club and reconsider what you just said. proposal... After all, freedom and justice are never separated, and justice is never late!"

"That's why I had to come to your door to explain to you in person." Friedman replied dryly: "The agreement does not stipulate that if Cheung Kei will change the 'method' and the 'transaction method with Linzhong Lake murlocs' without authorization. s consequence."

"I remember you just said that those murlocs gave you copper coins." Soprano twisted his lips with difficulty, showing a mocking smile: "I thought you noble families would disdain this benefit."

"Bronze smell, copper smell, how can there be copper smell if it doesn't smell?" Friedman smiled exaggeratedly: "Of course, I personally don't mind you reaching a new agreement with the murlocs behind the rest of us... After all, everyone At the school, as long as the agreement is in our interests, it's completely up to you."

Mike King Soprano crossed his hands in front of him, bent his neck back hard, and showed a trace of impatience on his face.

Matthew's uneasy eyes slid across the faces of the two big men.

"This is my agreement." Soprano emphasized in a low voice: "It has nothing to do with you, or anyone else. Maybe you have heard others mention that His Excellency Augustus is not that satisfied with you .So, now the murloc reservation belongs to me."

Friedman's blue eyes stared into Soprano's deep eyes, and neither of them gave an inch.

"See?" Friedman took a step back slightly, leaned close to Matthew's ear, gestured with exaggerated Soprano's expression with both hands, and muttered, "Listen to his tone, Look at the way he looks...that's the look of being in control...that's confidence."

"You have to learn one more in the future."

Soprano raised his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and shook slightly twice.

Several burly men came out from the side and stood behind the two guests.

"Now you can go out." Soprano paused and added, "Please."

Friedman restrained his smile, took a step forward with a cold expression, and said softly:

"The Hemophilia has its own rules and regulations, you know. These rules surpass Cheung Kei Society, A, and even First University's various rules and regulations."

"You don't care about the rules... Everyone knows this and has always been very tolerant of you."

"But like you have your own rules."

"But when you join the Society of Blood Friends, you need to obey the rules of the Society... This is an ancient contract, and you have no ability to break it."

"Now, your wise choice...No. Now, your only choice is to acknowledge this contract and humbly implement it."

"If you break the contract, the contract doesn't protect you as much as it does now."

Soprano took a deep breath, stood up, and stared at Friedman: "Are you threatening me?"

"No, no, no, this is not a threat." Friedman smiled, stretched out his hand, and raised his index finger and middle finger together, shaking slightly twice.

The burly men behind him fell silently to the ground.

"That's the threat."

Soprano's eyes were deep and his face was expressionless. He didn't show any anger or fear because several officers of the Cheung Kei Society fell at Sir's feet.

Matthew couldn't help but think of a few words he had heard before: "Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face, which is of course the demeanor of a general...but it may also be facial paralysis." "Seeing the landslide without fear, probably because The mountain of collapse is not big enough."

Although there were many thoughts in his heart, Matthew still maintained his responsibility as a follower very well. Behind Sir Friedman, he took out the own law book and made a posture of guard.

"Put away your dharma books, kid!" Soprano seemed to be talking to Matthew, but his eyes were fixed on Sir: "Before I change my mind."

"Put away your Dharma books, Matthew." Sir Friedman also said gently: "After all, this is the No. 1 University."

Matthew immediately obediently took back his mahogany hard-shelled Dharma book.

So far, things in the candy house seem to have come to an end.

"The snail doesn't have a shell, it's just a slug." Before leaving the waiting room, Jazz finally said in a weak voice: "And after wearing that heavy round shell, it can even pretend to be a mother of sand...he Every life can be sublimated by this.”

Soprano quietly watched the two leave the candy house. (to be continued)