"Han Feng, do you realize what you've done?"
Zhang Meng burst into the principal's office, his angry shouting voice causing the vases in the room to tremble.
Han Feng put down the file in his hand and looked up slightly, calmly gazing at Zhang Meng.
He appeared to be in his forties, with graying hair, a stern face, and an aura that carried a cold, steel-like intensity.
Bang!
The door slammed shut heavily.
Zhang Meng angrily said:
"Han Feng, those vampires are all Tier Three or higher Spiritualists, Klaus is even a Tier Five Viscount. Forget the students, even the teachers at school would be in great danger if they encountered them.
You deliberately concealed their strength and incited the students to join the mission; it's like pushing them into a fire pit, sending them to their deaths.
Tell me, how much money did you take from the Wen Family!!!"
Han Feng stared directly at Zhang Meng, speaking calmly:
