The sight of that student being dragged to the doorway and viciously kicked by Yang Yi made the female teacher’s face flush crimson with anger. After all, she was a teacher. First: It was class time. Second: As an instructor, she possessed absolutely no authority here. Third: Her own students dared to openly defy her authority as a teacher. Fourth: Their behavior was no different from that of common thugs.

However, the teacher paused to reflect. Ever since she started teaching this class, the principal and her fellow teachers had all warned her: this class was notoriously chaotic, a notorious trouble spot in the entire high school. They advised her to just teach her lessons and not interfere in any incidents.

Yet, the dignity of a teacher compelled the woman to finally shout, "Stop! Don't you realize that what you are doing is no different from those hoodlums outside?"

"——Mph?" Yang Yi stopped kicking and glanced at the teacher, uttering a sentence she would likely never forget: "Sorry, Teacher, I am a hoodlum, so there’s no need for you to praise me."

"You—!" The teacher was instantly rendered speechless, unsure of what to say next.

The students below burst into loud laughter, chattering amongst themselves, "As expected of the 'Hoodlum School Heartthrob' and the 'Hoodlum Four.'"

"Awesome, awesome!" a chorus of brutes howled.

"Brother Yi, five on the right!" Fatty Lin ignored the praise directed at them and spoke to Yang Yi.

"Boss, three on my side," Xu Ming said, narrowing his eyes as he stared coldly at the area behind Yang Yi.

"Hmm, I’ll take the remaining two and chase them. They probably have some scheme brewing. Be careful, they are ninjas, after all," Yang Yi said, immediately moving toward the direction behind Xu Ming.

"Second Brother, they haven't made a move yet, what do you think..." Xu Ming asked while continuing to abuse the student below, whose continuous wails echoed through the space.

"Since they haven't struck, then we won't move for now either. After all, this is a school; exposing ourselves would be bad," Fatty Lin finished, pausing briefly before nodding to Xu Ming. He then addressed the still-wailing student, "We’ll let you off this time, damn it, watch your mouth next time."

These three figures were never truly focused on this student from the beginning; directing their attention to him now meant this poor soul was caught in the crossfire—truly a case of 'a fatal incident sparked by a single sentence.'

"Hey—have they been spotted?"

"Probably not. Alright, everyone get ready. Once they dismiss, we seize the moment and strike immediately."

"Yes..."

The ninjas, hidden in the shadows here, communicated through lip-reading. They were clearly Shadow Ninjas, having undergone specialized training. Lip-reading is a technique that requires no vocal sound, relying solely on deciphering the movement of the speaker’s lips. It is a profound and relatively difficult skill to master, yet it is one of the most common arts known to anyone operating in the underworld.

"These ninjas must be from the Black Dragon Society. But what is their objective? Judging by the direction they’re headed... hmm? Why does that figure look so familiar?" Yang Yi held his breath, cautiously observing the two black silhouettes that had suddenly appeared in the air.

"Are you sure she’s here?"

"Yes, I'm certain she’s here."

"Good, let's sneak in and check."

"Yes—!"

These two continued to communicate via lip movements, but Yang Yi happened to understand a bit of that subtle art. He glanced in the direction they were pointing, and his heart plummeted. "Could their target be...? Damn, they’re courting death." Yang Yi cursed inwardly; he seemed to have grasped the intention of these people. After all, past this grove of trees lay the music classroom, the very room Xia Shiyun visited at this exact time every day.

Without any further delay, he launched himself forward in a single bound, appearing directly in front of the two ninjas. He watched them with a faint smile and asked, "May I ask if you two know where you are?"

"Not good—it's him?" One of the ninjas’ eyes turned cold, and his body stiffened as he inwardly groaned at the predicament.

"Discovered?" The other ninja glanced at his companion, asking a question that seemed patently absurd.

"He is Yang Yi. It seems we are exposed today... Attack."

"Yes!"

"Mmm? That voice?" Yang Yi frowned, completely disregarding the two who were already launching their assault. He merely folded his arms, staring at them, seemingly lost in thought. Then, as if recalling something important, he laughed, "So it’s the pretty boy Murong."

"Baka!" The one who spoke was indeed Murong Xiaoshuai. While that wasn't his real name, it was one he had used, so hearing Yang Yi call him 'Pretty Boy Murong' enraged him, and he yelled out the curse.

"Baka? Haha, I guessed right." Yang Yi laughed heartily and immediately met their attack.

"Thump—Thump!"

A series of crisp, distinct sounds echoed. These Shadow Ninjas weren't fools; after only a few exchanges, they realized they were outmatched and attempted to retreat. Unfortunately, Yang Yi had no intention of letting them escape.

The 'Bone Dislocating and Muscle Twisting Hand' technique—he was growing increasingly fond of this art. Not only because its execution was easy to control and its destructive power immense, but more importantly, it was the perfect technique for capturing those attempting to flee.

"Snap—!" Yang Yi seized one ninja’s shoulder with a single claw, allowing him no room to move. He then channeled his inner energy, giving his body a slight shake, applying just the right amount of force.

"Ah..." the ninja cried out in agony.

The ninja Yang Yi had dubbed 'Pretty Boy Murong' felt a tremor in his eyes. He didn't recognize Yang Yi's technique at all, but he sensed his companion was in severe pain, which immediately made him cautious. He leaped back, moving into a retreat...

"Shing... Shing... Shing... Shing!"

Four five-pointed black shuriken were launched from his hand. Yang Yi frowned; those darts were not to be touched. Based on what he knew, they were coated in poison. He didn't hesitate; with one hand, he pulled the ninja whose shoulder was already broken, and with a sharp jerk, "Sizzle—Sizzle!"

"............" The shuriken struck the other ninja entirely.

"Baka! You are despicable!"

"Me? Despicable? Hmph, my despicable nature pales in comparison to you little R-country rats!" Yang Yi released his grip, sneered, and immediately lunged forward.

"I will kill you." Clearly, the relationship between this Shadow Ninja and 'Pretty Boy Murong' was significant, otherwise, this level of fury would be unwarranted.

"Come on, I'm only afraid you won't be able to kill me, but I might kill you instead," Yang Yi taunted, his superior strength evident.

"Hmph—!" Pretty Boy Murong snorted, his figure flickering as a short katana materialized. "Whoosh—!" He suddenly sprinted diagonally towards Yang Yi.

"Hmph!" Yang Yi shifted slightly to the side, dodging the assassination attempt. He immediately countered with a reverse grab, settling his feet, instantly surging his inner energy, and applying force with his hand. The ninja, who had been running diagonally, suddenly cursed his bad luck, "Snap!" A strange sound rang out.

If a bone specialist were present, they would declare the situation hopeless. For a man, the tailbone is the essence; without it, he might as well be a eunuch.

"—Waaah—!" Pretty Boy Murong’s face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Yang Yi bent down to check his breathing. Finding that he had stopped, his heart finally settled. But just as calm washed over him, his expression shifted violently. "Black Dragon Society! If you dare touch anyone near me, I swear I will flatten every last one of your Black Dragon Society strongholds."

Only now did Yang Yi recall the ninjas he had spotted in the classroom. If those two were targeting Xia Shiyun, then the others must be after Li Qian. He glanced at the two dead ninjas, then at the corpse of Pretty Boy Murong. "Damn you, so your purpose for infiltrating the school was this? Hmph, you can just feed the dogs." Saying this, he hurried back towards the classroom.

In less than a moment, Yang Yi reached the classroom, but he found no students. He guessed they must have gone to the cafeteria, so he searched there too, yet still found no sign of them. His heart chilled slightly, and he tried to reassure himself, "It should be fine, it should be. Fatty is there, after all, and Third and Fourth Brother's skills shouldn't put them at a disadvantage against those ninjas."

Muttering to himself, he searched frantically, but then suddenly stopped, his expression worsening. "But there were eight of them there! Can the three of them handle it?" Since two fists are no match for four hands, Yang Yi sped up his search.

"Second Brother, Third Brother, are those people following us ninjas? Although I can't see them, I can feel their presence, and there are eight of them!" Ye Xiaohou said, walking with Fatty Lin and Xu Ming, along with Li Qian and the others, toward the woods near the boys' dormitory.

"Yes, I can feel it too," Li Qian said nervously. Since the end of class, she had been wanting to ask Fatty Lin why he and the others were acting strangely today. Fatty Lin’s only response had been, 'You’ve been targeted. Stay close to us later, or there will be trouble.' So she had stayed close to the three of them until they reached this patch of woods near the male dormitories.