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The school grounds was in chaos. The sounds of intense battle echoing throughout the green terrain.
Seven individuals stood just outside the gates to Seoul Private School, watching as the terror unfolded, their students against the students of Murder High.
“What a sight to behold.”, he inhaled, smiling. “Finally, this day has come. We shall finally end this pesky rivalry..”.
A hand squeezed his shoulder as Lalisa handed him a gun.
“Winwin already infiltrated the building, he's obtaining the files. You, just kill as many as you can.”, she spits out, a look of indifference on her face.
“Got it, Kun?”, she asks, looking up at him.
He smirks, cocking the pistol in his hand. “You don't have to tell me twice, Prez.”.
The students of Vision Private School made their way onto the battlefield, ready for the final stretch of their master plan.
Lalisa smirked, aiming her rifle at the crowd with perfect precision. “Today marks a new era of Vision High.”, she grins.
“So long, Murder High.”.
She pulled the trigger in continuous motion, taking down a handful of students in her ruthless path.
The true power of Vision High's Council President.
Meanwhile, in the infirmary, the nurse had managed to patch up all of Yuzhuo's wounds by the time she regained consciousness, putting her on some pain killers to ease the pain.
“Something feels off...”, she mumbles, looking out at the battle currently taking place amongst the two schools, Chenle heavily guarding the door to the infirmary incase she impulsively tries to help out.
“So I'm not the only one who feels that way...”, he sighs, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.
“Right? Where is their council?”, Yuzhuo frowns, feeling more suspicious by the second.
“President!!!!”, a loud voice was heard as the two looked further down the field, seeing Jennie rushing towards them.
“Jennie?!!”, Yuzhuo perked up, furrowing her brows.
“President, the council—ACKK!!”, Yuzhuo widened her eyes as a knife had stuck into Jennie's shoulder.
Chenle took out his gun, carefully aiming at his target, his eyes narrowing in bitter distaste.
“I thought I told you to never fucking show your face in front of me again.”, he spat out, his tone cold and domineering.
“Now now, Chenle. Put the gun down. Let's negotiate first.”, a low voice was heard, a small smile lingering on the man's face.
