At this time, the group of men holding guns also came to the playground one by one. There were about a hundred people. Each of them held a submachine gun in their hands and two bombs hung around their waists, surrounding the playground. Everyone was murderous and had no sympathy in their eyes.

At this time, a bald woman with three plump and average-looking short women walked to the front of all the students, and a majestic voice sounded from his mouth: "Who is the principal, come out for me?"

Qiu Yun smiled bitterly, took difficult steps and walked out of the queue.

"I am..." Qiu Yun's voice was helpless, but there was no fear at all.

"Very good, you are a smart person. You should know that you, including them, will not be a problem. Now, follow the queue of your daily routines to do some breaks and make me reorganization. You only have three minutes. Remember, the head teacher of every class must stand in front of his class, otherwise..." The bald man sneered.

Qiu Yun did not dare to resist and quickly called the head teacher of each class to start correcting the queue. It originally took ten minutes to completely rectify the formation, but it was arranged neatly within one minute. If it weren't for the first-year high school freshmen, it might only take half a minute. When facing death, no one dared to be careless, even though many of them were about to fall.

"Very good. It seems that not only you are a smart person, but your students are also smart people. Without my orders now, no one of you is allowed to speak. If you violate it, you will be killed without mercy..." The bald man said indifferently, and his strong murderous aura burst out.

No one dared to object. Facing more than a hundred desperate people holding submachine guns, no one dared to take their lives to bet.

However, the weather was too hot at this time. Although many people dared not move around or whisper, those students with poor physical fitness could not bear this pressure and finally fainted on the ground.

The bald man and his men didn't even look at him, and he didn't care about the life or death of the fallen person.

Although the students in the class, including the head teacher, were worried, they did not dare to come forward to investigate their situation and could only stand there.

Time passed by minute by minute, and more and more people fell down. Susan couldn't stand it and was about to speak, but Ye Xingchen grabbed him. Faced with so many desperate people with live ammunition, Ye Xingchen didn't want Susan to have any mistakes.

"Sorry, disturb me, some students fainted, they had to undergo treatment..." However, Susan did not speak, but Tan Fang, who was standing in front, suddenly spoke.

Her voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard into everyone's ears. Those freshmen in the first year of high school didn't think anything, but the students in the second and third year of high school were surprised. Although they didn't know the news that Tan Fang returned to school to teach, they heard that this was Tan Fang's voice. After all, everyone knew the name of the old ** at the beginning. How could they think that Tan Fang, who only knew how to punish the students, would risk his life to plead for those students at this time?

"Oh? Do you need it?" The bald man looked at Tan Fang with interest, while the woman behind him suddenly raised her pistol and shot it out.

Tan Fang groaned, her thigh had been shot, and a stream of red blood flowed out, and soon dyed the white short skirt and flesh-colored stockings red. Her body fell down because of this, but she still said stubbornly:

"It is necessary that they are my students, and I have the responsibility to ensure their safety..." Her eyes were full of determination and persistence.

Everyone was stunned. At this time, no one would suspect that she was artificial, and everyone was filled with emotion. Is this the training director who only knew how to achieve his own grades and never cared about the life and death of students?

Even Guo Jing and others were completely stunned. How many teachers could do what Tan Fang did?

Many people's eyes were filled with tears, but unfortunately, no one dared to say anything more when facing the gun-carrying people around them.

"Make their safety? Can you guarantee your safety now?" The bald man smiled contemptuously, and his eyes remained meaningfully on Tan Fang. Obviously, he didn't expect that this society would have such a teacher with both qualities.

Tan Fang was stunned. Yes, in this case, he could not even guarantee his own safety, so how could he protect his students? But did he really sit still and watch? Did he watch these students faint one by one?

Susan really couldn't stand it anymore and was about to walk out, but was pulled by Ye Xingchen, and Ye Xingchen's crisp voice rang throughout the playground: "Your Excellency, I have something to say..."

The bald man saw Ye Xingchen in the crowd in the direction of the sound. At this time, he was already blocking Susan's face, with a calm face without any fear.

"Come here..." The bald man waved to Ye Xingchen.

Ye Xingchen dragged the slippers and walked towards the bald head without saying a word. The plaid shirt was so eye-catching in the crowd. Everyone's eyes were full of worry. It seemed that he was walking towards hell. Murong Rong and Huang Yifei wanted to say something, but were stopped by Ouyang Jun and others.

Ye Xingchen had a faint smile on his face, as if he was on stage to receive the award.

"Boy, you are very kind. Tell me, what do you want to say?" The bald man saw Ye Xingchen walking over so carelessly, his face was not afraid, and his eyes also showed admiration.

"Oh, I think you came to our school in broad daylight not to torture our poor students, but to have your own purpose? No matter what your purpose is, your chips must be us? As chips, you definitely don't want us to have any problems, right?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, as if he was not experiencing the test of life and death, but was chatting with a good friend.

"Haha, interesting, interesting, guest? Chips, this metaphor is good. For the sake of this sentence, I will go around you and go back to your queue. There are so many chips here, what is the point of death?" The bald man chuckled a few times at first, but after speaking, he had already returned to his coldness.

"But what if there are more important chips?" Ye Xingchen looked at the bald man fearlessly. At such a close distance, he was sure to stop the bald man, but he couldn't figure out what these guys were thinking. If they all obeyed the bald man, then stop him would naturally have a chance to rescue everyone. But if these people were all desperate people, they didn't care about the death he had taken. Once he did this, not only would he not be able to escape death, but everyone would probably be torn to pieces by them in a crazy way. He would not catch a cold.
Chapter completed!