Xin Lin's words made Huang Xuerou and Zuo Mingshang nod in agreement.
"Exactly, Governor Huang usually shows off fiercely in front of us, but he acts like a lapdog in front of those A and B Class Academies."
"On the night Ziyue was injured, our Tianxuan Class caused a stir with Governor Huang, but he said it was too dark to gather evidence, and seven or eight days of investigation had no results."
Both were filled with righteous indignation.
They used to take pride in being part of the Martial Arts Academy, but after this incident, they were very disappointed in Governor Huang and the academy.
Even their supervisor was reluctant and timid regarding this matter.
Fengdong came to take someone, and they readily agreed, eager to throw away Murong Ziyue like a hot potato.
"But Xin Lin, can we really avenge Ziyue with just a few of us?"
Zuo Mingshang expressed concern, glancing at Xin Lin.
