"The director is here, run!"
Instinctively, a group of students was about to scatter and run. But the next moment, they realized, why flee? There's no need to run!
"Director, you're just in time, someone from outside barged into our school and injured many of us."
Immediately, someone stepped forward to lodge a complaint.
This director of education, named Joseph Clark, about fifty years old, with a bald spot in the center of his head, truly a Mediterranean style, wore glasses, and his appearance had a somewhat sleazy vibe.
In those days, the director wasn't well-liked among the students.
Back then, when I fought with Jason Martinez, this director often gave me the cold shoulder, but was overly enthusiastic towards Jason, almost to a fawning extent.
"This old bastard!" I grinned with some displeasure.
The director rushed over, saw students lying all around, his face turned somewhat livid, and shouted, "Where are they, where is that group?"
"It was... just one, not a group!"
