As Zhong Yun and the people in the club were at a standoff, a thug crawled out of the hole Zhong Yun had cut. The moment he got up and touched the surrounding purple mist, he was restrained.

Zhong Yun managed a bitter smile; this whole affair was quite the mess.

"Weiwei, Sister Zhu, are you trying to murder me?" Zhong Yun's voice, filled with exasperation, suddenly rang out. Everyone present was shocked.

Weiwei gasped, "Zhong Yun, is that you?"

"Well, who else would it be?" Zhong Yun's voice carried a tone of gloom and terrible luck. The person concerned, Zhong Yun himself, was also profoundly surprised. He was currently being suppressed by two immense forces, making it extremely difficult to even move his mouth, let alone speak. The voice was coming from the dedicated communicator in his pocket, the one exclusively for Xiao Ling.

This meant that Xiao Ling had simulated those words. The problem was, when did Xiao Ling learn to speak with such an emotive tone? Ever since he had known him, Xiao Ling's speech had been utterly monotonous, a cold, mechanical drone without any inflection.

"Why are you here?" Wen Zhu was equally astonished, deeply puzzled as to how Zhong Yun could have appeared in this location. Zhong Yun's dormitory was near the east campus, far from the club. Moreover, he wouldn't typically come to the workshop at this hour.

"Why don't you release me first? My bones are about to snap." The voice simulated by Xiao Ling sounded quite weary.

"Wait a minute." Duan Yi shouted, "You release us first—"

Hearing Duan Yi's words, the relaxed nerves of everyone present tensed up again. Right, this newcomer who had suddenly appeared, even with Zhong Yun's voice, who dared to be certain he was truly Zhong Yun before seeing his real face?

"Releasing you is no problem. But that other fellow..." This time, it was Zhong Yun's own voice. The moment Duan Yi spoke, the invisible force crushing him nearly to suffocation vanished.

Although he was now able to move, he kept up the pretense of being restrained. His eyes darted towards someone on his left. Although the people in front of him, like him, were wearing protective work suits that obscured their faces, he recognized her by her voice: it was Weiwei.

She had released him without hesitation just now, which touched him slightly.

"Fine," Wen Zhu bit her lip and withdrew her power.

"Hoo." Zhong Yun stood up, drew the ion oscillation blade from his belt, and with a wum, the light edge sprang out, startling the others, who thought he was about to attack them.

With a sweep of his hand to the right, the blade sliced across the throat of the restrained thug. The action was swift and clean, making the eyes of those watching twitch.

A head rolled to the ground, tumbling to the feet of one person, startling him.

Zhong Yun opened his facial shield, revealing his true appearance, and gave a toothy grin as the surrounding purple mist slowly dissipated.

"You almost finished me off just now," Zhong Yun said with a straight face.

The restraints vanished from everyone, and all regained their freedom of movement.

Weiwei took off her helmet, tossed her long, golden, wavy hair, and laughed, "Who told you to barge in suddenly? We thought you were a bad guy."

"Zhong Yun, you are amazing," said the tallest man, who had previously struck Zhong Yun with a stick, his voice full of admiration. "So many of us couldn't beat you."

"You have good strength. That strike almost twisted my neck off. What's your name?" Zhong Yun smiled at him.

The tall man also removed his helmet. He was a black man, and upon hearing this, he broke into an honest smile. "My name is Owen. I usually do heavy lifting, so I have a bit more strength."

"How did you end up here?" Wen Zhu inquired. This was understandable, given how coincidentally Zhong Yun had appeared. Coupled with the parts he claimed were for making engineering robots he had seen yesterday... she dared not think further.

Zhong Yun gave her a meaningful glance. "Nothing, just passing by. Decided to take a look."

Among the people present, apart from the simple-minded Owen, hardly anyone believed his fib.

"Ooooh—" Duan Yi drew out his sound, his eyes constantly flicking towards Weiwei. The matters between Zhong Yun and Weiwei had already spread throughout the entire school these past few days. Why he would rush in despite the danger needed no explanation.

The others clearly realized this point too, looking at Weiwei with some envy. They had seen the situation outside the club through the surveillance videos. The courage to charge into an encirclement of thousands to rescue someone was admirable.

They doubted if they would possess such bravery if they were in his shoes.

Perhaps this was also why Weiwei had taken a liking to this seemingly ordinary boy, Zhong Yun. To be honest, most of them harbored some degree of resentment that Weiwei would associate with someone as inconspicuous as Zhong Yun. But at this moment, all that resentment evaporated.

Judging by today's events, it was clear there was a reason Zhong Yun had won the heart of Weiwei, the campus's foremost beauty.

Weiwei, being sharp and intelligent, had naturally considered this as well. Under the gazes of others, a rare blush rose on her flawless face. She glanced at Zhong Yun, perhaps lost in her own thoughts.

Zhong Yun couldn't be bothered to guess what these people were thinking. He turned serious. "Now is not the time for talk. Let's get out of here first." With that, he closed his face shield, popped out the ion oscillation blade, and was the first to squeeze through the circular opening of the door.

Owen, holding his metal staff, was the first to follow, then several of the stronger boys, with the girls trailing behind, Wen Zhu and Weiwei taking up the rear.

Some of the heavy dust outside the door had settled, and scattered thugs were gathering here again. As Zhong Yun went out, he immediately ran into one, slicing it cleanly in half at the waist.

Seeing that the thugs had not yet fully converged, Zhong Yun made a swift decision, launching an offensive himself, pouncing out like an agile leopard to clear a path to safety.

Most of the thugs were armed with weapons like metal sticks; few carried particle guns. This was fortunate, thanks to the strict firearm control regulations of the Mings Kingdom.

Leading the group of over twenty people, they quickly fled the dangerous area before the thugs could surround them. On the way, any enemy encountered was slammed away by an invisible force before Zhong Yun could even act, complemented by Weiwei's powerful binding spells, allowing the group to escape with relative ease.

After walking five hundred meters, Zhong Yun looked back at the club. The thugs were still gathered there. A realization flashed through his mind—it seemed the target of those people wasn't Weiwei and the others.

Then, what was inside the club that these thugs valued so highly?

Zhong Yun rejoined Odin and the others, and the large group then charged toward the west gate of the school. Perhaps all the thugs nearby had concentrated on the club, as they encountered no large groups of enemies until they reached the school entrance. The few stragglers were quickly dealt with by Odin and Liu Ming.

Once outside the school, everyone was still reeling from the shock. Many of the more fragile girls couldn't help but cry. The gruesome scenes they had witnessed on their way out had terrified them—bodies everywhere, blood everywhere. It felt as if they had just lived through the deepest nightmare.

"Who exactly are these people?" Wen Zhu was also quite frightened, her face pale and devoid of color. These terrorists seemed to have sprung up from underground.

Zhong Yun was trying to contact Pi Geng, but for some unknown reason, they couldn't reach him. The three of them shared a sense of foreboding.

"Let's call the police," one girl sobbed.

"It's useless," Duan Yi replied. His face was also a little pale, but he remained relatively composed, not having lost the ability to think. "If the school is this chaotic, the whole city is likely no better off."

"Then what do we do?" At this moment, many were lost and looked instinctively toward the man who had been leading them all along.

"I want to go home," one girl finally broke down, crying out loud.

Her words triggered homesickness in everyone. Several of them even lived in this city. They all looked hopefully at Zhong Yun.

Zhong Yun exchanged a look with Odin and saw helplessness in the other's eyes. These people were a liability.

He couldn't just leave them here. Zhong Yun pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can only take you to a safe place."

"Someone's coming," Weiwei suddenly said.

Zhong Yun's brow furrowed, and he looked up at the sky, where many black dots were approaching. "Mecha squad. They might be enemies. Everyone, take cover first."

The group of nearly thirty people quickly hid beneath the large trees by the roadside, not daring to breathe.

Zhong Yun narrowed his eyes and watched. There were forty to fifty mechas in total, flying toward the school in a 'pin' formation. Each mecha was adorned with a light blue, flower-like insignia. He tried to guess which faction these mechas belonged to.

Suddenly, Wen Zhu left the shade of the tree and ran towards the main road, waving her hands.

The mecha squadron in the sky circled once, and three of them landed.

"Hurry out, it's my Seventh Uncle." Perhaps overwhelmed by suddenly seeing a relative, Weiwei appeared exceptionally agitated. She waved vigorously at Zhong Yun and the others.

It turned out to be people from the Keton family. Zhong Yun realized with a start. He wondered if these people had been dispatched specifically to pick up Wen Zhu and Su Qi? It seemed these two were very important to the Keton family; otherwise, they wouldn't have sent a mecha squadron of forty to fifty units for rescue.

Three mechas landed, and then three figures jumped down. The first was a middle-aged man in his late forties or early fifties. When he saw Wen Zhu, a look of joy flashed across his face. "Xiao Zhu, it's such a relief that you're unharmed. So many people died..." she said sadly.

"It's alright," Seventh Uncle looked at her with affection. "Seventh Uncle will protect you well."

Suddenly, Wen Zhu remembered something and asked anxiously, "Oh, right, Seventh Uncle, send someone to save Su Qi quickly. He might still be in the school. I can't reach him."

Seventh Uncle's expression changed, and he quickly issued an order. Half of the mechas in the sky peeled off and flew towards the school.

Seeing Wen Zhu reunite with the mecha team, Zhong Yun felt a weight lift from his heart. He figured he could leave these people to the Keton family's mecha team. Thinking this, he took the opportunity while no one was paying attention to quietly slip away, carrying his arsenal on his back.

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