Whoa, this really is a smackdown from a big shot!
The seniors asked in trembling voices, "What, what do you guys want to do?"
Ao Xinghao squinted, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and his expression was both roguish and wicked: "Don't want to do anything, just want to see how powerful your so-called Student Union is. You treated us so well just now; we have to reciprocate and let you have a taste..."
The seniors were breaking out in cold sweat under Ao Xinghao's words: "Y-you, don't do anything crazy..."
Then they turned to Jing Zhichen: "Young Master Jing, please persuade him to stop, causing someone to die won't do you any good either, Young Master Jing, we haven't offended you, you should say a fair word; they will listen to you."
Jing Zhichen pressed his lips together, his face indifferent: "It seems someone just said my face isn't worth much and called us birds of a feather. Since that's the case, as birds of a feather, there's no reason to stop them."
