Speaking of this Henry King, he has always loved to seek fame and attention, priding himself on his integrity, and calls himself “a heart of pure loyalty, Henry King,” using this to flaunt his lofty character.

However, no matter how much he boasts, the truth is what it is, and he can never silence the gossip of the world.

“Blake Carter, you’re here.” Henry King’s expression was stern, showing no hint of emotion. Compared to the warm concern he showed at Carter Village over a month ago, he now wore a completely different face.

“Mm.” Blake Carter couldn’t be bothered to say much. Judging from the outcome of the last duel, he had no expectations whatsoever for this so-called dean.

“The injury on your head—has it fully healed?” Henry King’s tone suddenly shifted.

This was already the second time Henry King had asked this question. Of course, Blake Carter wasn’t naive enough to take this “concern” seriously, so he just replied indifferently.

“It’s all healed.”

Henry King sized up Blake Carter, seeing his unyielding attitude, and stared at him even more sternly, as if trying to see through him.

Blake Carter started to laugh. “Dean, do I have flowers growing on my face?”

Henry King gave a dry laugh, but inside he was extremely frustrated. He actually couldn’t see through the thoughts of this young martial student. In his twenty or thirty years as dean, he had never encountered such a situation.

Especially Blake Carter’s nonchalant tone, which left him completely baffled.

Under the pressure of his seventy or eighty percent deanly authority, Blake Carter could still remain so calm and composed—this was not the reaction he expected from him.

After all, as the dean, Henry King was suspicious, but quickly found something to say.

“Mm, last time you caused trouble with David Bolton from the prestigious Zhang family, which had a very negative impact. I hope you’ll behave yourself from now on. You’re here to study, not to make trouble.” Henry King continued in a tone of earnest admonition, lecturing Blake Carter.

The smile at the corner of Blake Carter’s mouth grew more obvious. He shrugged lightly, looking as if he wanted to say something but held back. He really couldn’t even be bothered to waste words.

He thought to himself, with such poor character, how dare Henry King call himself “a heart of pure loyalty, Henry King”!

“What? You think I’m wrong?” Henry King noticed Blake Carter’s absent-mindedness, his tone grew heavier, and he was slightly displeased.

Blake Carter hadn’t intended to say much, but Henry King was so aggressive, he was practically forcing Blake Carter to slap him in the face.

“Yes, you’re absolutely right. When facing provocations from the prestigious Zhang clan, I should have endured the humiliation; if they hit my left cheek, I should have offered my right as well; if they want the Qin family’s land, I should hand over the oil mill and shops with both hands. As someone from a humble family, we should have this kind of awareness, right? Dean, isn’t that what you mean?”

Since you, old man, have no shame, I don’t mind slapping you in the face. Once Blake Carter started talking, a string of sharp retorts left Henry King at a loss for words.

Henry King was secretly shocked. When did this kid from the humble Qin family become so sharp-tongued? And that flash of fierceness in Blake Carter’s eyes actually made him, the dean, feel a chill, like facing a ferocious leopard ready to pounce.

But after all, he was still the dean. What kind of scene hadn’t Henry King seen? He couldn’t possibly be intimidated by a mere martial student, could he?

He straightened his chest, cleared his throat, and issued a warning with a show of authority: “Blake Carter, I know you chose to stay in the Martial Student Academy because you’re planning to stir up trouble. Let me warn you: if you cause any more trouble, I will deal with you according to the rules. In this Martial Student Academy, I still have that authority!”

Henry King looked somewhat flustered and exasperated.

“Didn’t I return to the Martial Student Academy at your invitation, old man? So, Dean, what do you plan to do with me?” Blake Carter asked with a mocking laugh.

“I... I’ll expel you, I’ll throw you out!” Henry King almost roared.

Blake Carter nodded, smiling as he stared at Henry King for a long time, then laughed out loud and teased, “Dean, I’ve finally experienced your so-called heart of pure loyalty. I’ll remember everything you said. Goodbye.”

Suppressing his anger, Blake Carter walked out of the dean’s office. He could barely resist the urge to punch Henry King’s nose flat.

“This world, the strife between people, really is straightforward.”

He walked out to the courtyard, looked up at the sky, and let out a long breath, muttering to himself.

Expel me, throw me out?

Blake Carter shook his head with a bitter smile. This little Martial Student Academy—do they really think I’m so eager to stay? Do they really think it’s fun to tangle with a bunch of little brats every day?

Henry King’s “brilliant performance” only made Blake Carter more determined in his original plan.

In this world, keeping a low profile is not a good thing.

If being low-key only brings endless bullying and repeated oppression, then what reason is there to keep a low profile?

If someone wants to slap you in the face, just break their fingers and arms along with it.

In his previous life, Logan Walker did exactly that.

Now, in this new world—a world even more complex and crazy—why shouldn’t he do the same?

Blake Carter looked up at the gray sky, and suddenly had an idea. He decided to stir things up a bit in the stifling situation of Luojiang County.