Everyone was dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long while, staring at William Thompson, who was still grinning mischievously, as if they didn’t recognize him.

How on earth did he pull off that trick?

In the blink of an eye, things turned out completely different from what everyone had imagined.

Only Ryan Carter wasn’t looking this way.

After punching Knife-face and sending him flying, Ryan Carter ignored the rest of the thugs, turned around, and walked straight over to Michael Bolton and another classmate lying on the ground. Both of them were still groaning.

Ryan Carter squatted down, grabbed Michael Bolton’s arm, and said in a low voice, “It’s okay, it’s just dislocated. Hold on for a second…”

As he spoke, his right hand formed a tiger-claw shape and stroked along the arm, while his left hand gently pushed forward. With a “crack,” Michael Bolton cried out, and the dislocated joint was set back in place.

The other classmate had also had a joint twisted out. Ryan Carter, well-practiced, reset it for him as well, then helped both of them to their feet.

“Thank you, Ryan Carter…”

Michael Bolton moved his arm and felt lighter than ever before.

Although they weren’t in the same class, Ryan Carter was a top student in the Olympiad Class One, a well-known “celebrity” in the whole school, and also a substitute member of the school team, so the two were familiar with each other.

“You’re welcome. Remember, don’t play ball for a few days, take some rest.”

Ryan Carter reminded them with a smile.

The Meishan Sect’s Bone-setting Technique was truly impressive. Luckily, Knife-face had only learned a little of it; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so easy to fix, and there might have been lasting damage.

Michael Bolton nodded repeatedly.

Suddenly, thunderous applause erupted, mixed with cheers and shouts of approval…

“What’s going on, what’s going on?”

Amid the commotion, a chorus of shouts rang out, and several middle-aged men in dark clothing hurriedly entered.

Chapter 4: The Police Station

Leading the group was a man in a gray Zhongshan suit, bald, with a “Mediterranean” hairstyle.

This was the trademark of the Political Education Office’s Director Clark.

At Weizhou No. 1 High School, whenever you saw a Zhongshan suit and a “Mediterranean” hairstyle, there was no doubt—it was the Political Education Office’s Director Clark, the “eternal nightmare” of thousands of students at Weizhou No. 1 High!

“Hmph, the fight’s over and now they show up. Where were they earlier?”

Sean Miller curled her lips in annoyance, her face full of anger.

She was one of the few students who wasn’t afraid of Director Clark.

Not just because her father was powerful and influential, but more importantly, because she herself was a top student!

A top-student type of rich girl, and very pretty too!

No doubt, Director Clark and his group had no time to bother with this discordant voice. They headed straight for Henry Brooks.

It looked like these guys had suffered heavy casualties.

It was just the start of the 21st century, and Weizhou City was still remote. Weizhou No. 1 High hadn’t yet enforced school uniforms, so the cafeteria was a riot of colors, with all kinds of clothing. No one could easily tell students apart from the thugs twitching on the floor.

“Who was fighting?”

“?”

“And you beat them up like this?”

“Lawless, aren’t you…”

The whole cafeteria echoed with Director Clark’s hoarse roars.

The thugs were sprawled out in a mess, blood gushing from their mouths. Knife-face had vomited all over the floor, red and white, all sorts of things. It looked pretty miserable, so it’s no wonder Director Clark was howling like that.

“Director Clark, they’re thugs, people from outside society…”

It was that chubby chef who stepped forward again, speaking up for justice.

“Yes, they’re thugs, filthy hooligans! Take them all to the police station!”

Someone immediately chimed in, her voice crisp—it was Sean Miller.

This sparked even more reactions.

“Everyone be quiet!”

The cafeteria was in chaos, boiling over. Director Clark roared again.

“Fatty, you tell me—what happened?”

The chubby chef was quite a character; in just a few sentences, he sketched out the general outline of the whole incident.

“Director Clark, that’s not how it was. It was your students who attacked us for no reason. Look at what they did to us!”

Before the chef finished, the bespectacled “strategist” started shouting.

“It’s you, you’re…”

Director Clark clearly recognized the bespectacled strategist—this guy was actually a graduate of No. 1 High.

“I’m your former student too. We came today to find Ethan Foster, it had nothing to do with anyone else, but these two beat us up like this. No way, the school has to give us an explanation…”

This four-eyed guy really did have the air of a strategist—he was good at twisting the truth.

“Stop making a scene here. All of you, come with me to the office!”

Director Clark made a snap decision—he wasn’t an idiot.

When dealing with sudden incidents like this, the most important thing is to prevent things from escalating. Closing the door and negotiating is the right way.

Ryan Carter smiled, then suddenly said loudly, “Excuse me!”

“Speak!”

Director Clark responded reflexively.

“Director Clark, this can’t be handled in the school office. We should go straight to the police station. These guys also need to get to the hospital quickly, or the pain will only get worse.”