Monster Hunting High School

Chapter 122: The Identity Issue of Cheung Kei Association

Outside the window, the clouds are light, the wind is gentle, and the sun is bright.

In the 'Eye of the Whirlpool', the giant wolf transformed by Erwin Hoffman was quietly shuttling between the tall grass. Not far from him, the fat and strong sika deer was sitting on his knees in the dirt, taking a nap lazily.

Although the intelligence of wild monsters is not outstanding, the various intuitions they develop based on instinct are quite sharp.

Just like this deer demon, it can clearly detect the strong malice coming from all directions, so it naturally chooses to hide and avoid.

Outside the whirlpool, between the stands.

In Petunia , the narrator uses shorter and shorter sentences and his voice becomes more and more excited. He knew very well that now was one of the most exciting climaxes of a hunting game: whether the hunter could accurately mark the target, whether the monster would choose to fight to the death or run away, and whether other hunting teams could detect what was happening here - Narrator Players anticipate various possibilities and choose some gimmicks to throw out to arouse the high interest of the audience in the stands.

Whether it is the fireworks team of Jiuyou Academy, the drummers of Starry Sky Academy, or the choir of Atlas, they have all stopped and gathered their energy, just waiting for the moment when the final results are announced, they will have enough strength to make a loud noise. .

In the window, with Serprano sitting on the main seat of the sofa as the center, on one side are many cadres and officers of the Cheung Kei Association, and on the other side is the lonely little John Neville - of course, there is also a hanging man. There is a portrait of the wandering wizard behind the door, but now everyone is deliberately ignoring his existence.

Many members of the Cheung Kei Club glared at the guest with blue and green eyes. If the leader hadn't been sitting on the sofa and was still watching the game quietly outside the window, they would certainly not be afraid to use the most vulgar words and the most brutal methods. This guest.

Even though many of them are Alpha ‘gentlemen’.

But because of this, they understood more clearly the meaning contained in Neville's previous words.

That's a very serious allegation.

very serious.

Whether or not this accusation turns out to be true, it will cost the wizards in this room some sense of their honor. Just like a politician, when he is "suspected", he can no longer stand innocently in front of the world.

So many people looked at the hooded guest with evil eyes, clearly conveying to him that he was not welcome in this room.

Soprano didn't speak immediately.

He even took the time to change his posture and lean back more comfortably on the low-backed sofa.

Then he picked up a piece of panda toffee from the tea tray with his fingers, put it under his nose, and sniffed.

"It's not surprising." The leader of the Cheung Kei Association squinted his eyes and repeated in a slow tone: "There's nothing strange about it... Just like this toffee, there is always a little bit of sweetness mixed in. Fishy smell. []"

"The forest is getting bigger, and there are all kinds of birds... Maybe I should be happy about this. Our club finally has some atmosphere... Not all clubs with cats and dogs are at risk of being infiltrated by those big guys."

At the end, he seemed to remember something interesting and laughed softly.

But others in the room were not naive enough to think that this would just go away.

Many people's faces were pale and pale.

Judging from the meaning of these words, it seems that Mr. Soprano did not mind Neville's speculation. This means that he also agrees that Cheung Kei Association is not that clean.

This started to make many people feel uneasy.

Even though Andrew Taylor, who had just joined the club, had only a partial understanding of the meaning of Neville's words, it did not prevent him from deeply feeling the sudden undercurrent in this lounge.

"Rather than saying that Cheung Kei Club is an independent society, it is better to say that we are a group of like-minded partners in the 'Blood Club'. Just like a long time ago, some people did not agree with the fundamentalism of 3A, so they split off and finally developed ' Just like a behemoth like the Blood Club... Cheung Kei Club was born in this way.”

Soprano put the toffee back on the coffee table, stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, raised his head, and looked at the five stubby fingers toward the sun.

"The Blood Friendship Association is too loose." He whispered and sighed deeply:

"There is no unified voice, no unified will, and there is huge energy and organization, but it has never been able to gain enough respect in this university. This is a very strange thing... Since the 'divine will' can rely on 'ruling' like this If the freak rises from the ashes, then there is no reason for the blood club to continue to sink. "

"You agreed with my thoughts, so you left that mark on your body."

"And it is precisely because we stand on the shoulders of the Blood Club that the Cheung Kei Club can develop so rapidly... There is no need to hide these things."

"But now that you've chosen your current team... it's best to understand where you stand."

"I don't like some people standing in my lounge with their backs to me and whispering to other people outside the lounge."

As he spoke, Soprano slowly closed the five fingers he spread out.

One finger, one finger at a time, slowly gathered together.

He clenched it so hard that his knuckles were even a little white.

"Cough... cough cough..."

In the corner of the lounge, a thin wizard suddenly changed his expression. He covered his neck and slowly slid down on the carpet, coughing violently and twitching.

"No...please...please...help me...help me..."

The wizard struggled, his face gradually turning purple.

But everyone turned a blind eye to his struggles.

The wizards around him held their breath and quickly left the corner.

It was as if the skinny little wizard had some terrible infectious disease.

Soprano's palms reopened.

The thin wizard was like a fish returning to the water. His eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he swallowed the air, completely ignoring the saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth and the snot and tears on his face.

Seprano turned around, seemingly a little surprised, with a cruel light shining in his small dark eyes:

"Begging? Who are you begging for?...Help you, who do you want to help you...him, him, or him?"

The fat wizard raised his hand and drew a circle, then casually pointed at several wizards around him.

The faces of the wizards who were clicked changed drastically, but they only dared to lower their heads and did not dare to speak out.

"This is the First University. Do you think I will kill you?" The fat wizard had a disappointed expression on his face: "Wog... you have disappointed me so much."

Soprano turned around and turned his attention to the hunting ground outside the window again.

The thin wizard fell to his knees on the ground, crying and moaning softly: "No, I didn't..."

Soprano's lips tightened.

Then he crooked a finger again.

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