Chapter 25: The Two Chiefs Who Cannot Be In The Same Place

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The other side…

No.1 Middle School, west gate.

Zhao Jianjian’s countenance changed entirely upon seeing the people in front of them.

It was such a coincidence! They ran into a bunch of people who were there to catch Brother Nan once they got there!

That bunch of people had been boiling with rage for a long time. Thus, when they saw Mo Bei in a mask, they raised their bats, ready to strike immediately.

“Mo Nan, did you think that we were pushovers?”

Thump!

Mo Bei’s eyes shifted, her figure dodging gracefully.

The hit landed firmly on the trash bin.

However, that wasn’t it.

Zhao Jianjian watched as Brother Nan grabbed onto that person’s arm. Amid this tugging war, he turned and dodged the swinging bats that came one after another. Finally, he pushed the person and said a few words. “Get on the wall.”

Zhao Jianjian let out a dazed ‘ah’ sound.

Meanwhile, Mo Bei had already kicked the tree trunk at a side, slanted her long legs and made use of the counteracting force to pull herself onto the edge of the wall. Her movements were so swift that the ends of her top were blown away.

Zhao Jianjian wanted to copy Brother Nan, yet once he kicked, his entire body got stuck there. Thankfully, Brother Nan pulled him up.

The people from No.1 Middle School had never expected that rascal Mo Nan to climb on the wall. They indignantly wanted to follow suit but realized that the wall was not something one could climb just because one wanted to! A whole group fell from the wall.

Mo Bei’s expression was very calm. After climbing onto the wall, she intended to jump down from the other side.

Suddenly, a silvery-white lighter came flying in her direction!

Mo Bei’s eyes narrowed, and her figure swayed and almost fell back. Fortunately, she reacted fast enough by stabilizing both legs before turning to look at the owner of the lighter.

He wasn’t wearing a mask this time. Both hands were in his pockets, his jet-black locks messily covered his forehead, and his skin was so fair that it was almost translucent, easily leading one to think of the demon butler in the famous manga [1. Sebastian Michaelis in Black Butler].

Although there was a pimple sticker at the corner of his lips, it wasn’t being used to cover a pimple.

What it was covering was no secret to either of them.

Feng Nai curled his thin lips into a smile, but his eyes remained icy. “Why, you’re here at No.1 Middle School. Won’t you come down for a smoke before you go?”

Mo Bei did not speak, but her profile was aloof. Whoosh!

She returned the lighter.

However, there was also a sharp wind included in that force.

Feng Nai opened his hand to grip it, his deep eyes gradually dimming after seeing the slim figure on the wall jump off. When he opened his hand, his palm was slightly red.

The people standing around him held their breath.

Meanwhile, Mo Bei, who had gotten out of No.1 Middle School, wasn’t any better off. Her knees were just as red but that did not affect her movements.

On the contrary, Zhao Jianjian looked like he was still shaken. “Damn it, this was way too terrifying. Brother Nan, can we not go to No.1 Middle School anymore?”

They indeed couldn’t go anymore.

Mo Bei turned back and glanced at that wall. The icy glint in that person’s eyes when he’d looked at her was still etched in her mind.

He was probably very displeased, but he was still controlling himself.

Mo Bei knew very well that this was because he was a professional player that did not strike ruthlessly.

However, the fact that he did not do so didn’t mean that he did not want to.

Mo Bei touched her own palm before pulling her cell phone out of her pocket and sending a text. “Sorry, something suddenly came up. I can’t come over anymore. Happy birthday.”

Little Lin was initially especially happy. Upon hearing the notification, he immediately opened it. After reading it, his voice became listless. “It’s alright. Go ahead, Little Brother. My brother is here, so there is someone with me.”

As Mo Bei listened to that obviously upset voice that still tried to console her with an aloof, handsome face, she only had one thought: If it hadn’t been for Almighty K, she wouldn’t have been forced to miss an appointment with a child…