The first time they met, in Zhou Qing's eyes, Su Huan was a dangerous young man.
This time, however, Su Huan was her only lifeline.
"Does the promise you made still hold true?"
Zhou Qing asked directly.
Su Huan shrugged, "I don't remember making you any promise."
Facing the conductor's nearly rejecting words, the young man's face would have turned pale at this moment, but Dean Zhou simply repeated the question Su Huan had previously asked her.
Lu Yu and the other students looked nervously at Su Huan.
Short footsteps came from behind, and Lu Xiao and Miao Qi arrived with their men, immediately spotting Su Huan at the forefront.
They stopped, unloaded their bullets, and lowered their gun barrels.
The uniform sound made the students tense up.
Under the frightened gaze of the teachers and students, the armed soldiers who had easily massacred their mercenaries walked up to this mysterious young man and respectfully spoke.
"Conductor."
