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Upstairs in the teaching building of St. Kent Academy, in the principal's office, several well-dressed men stood by the window, watching the scene on the playground with smiles.
This is a beautiful scene that they wrote, directed, and acted out themselves!
It's especially enjoyable to watch now!
"St. Kent College has an extremely prestigious reputation, thanks to its former principal, whether in Manhattan, Queens, or even Brooklyn!"
"With a good reputation, students will naturally be willing to enroll!"
"But because of those mutants, only those who come from the slums are willing to enroll here!"
"Because they can't afford any other school besides here!"
"How can this be? How much money do those peasants in the slums have?"
"Drive those mutant freaks out, then expand the school. With the reputation St. Kent Academy has built up, it'll be enough to become a world-renowned university! Then... money will flow in!"
The masterminds exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.
It seems that this is what they're planning.
But in reality...
Compared to running a world-renowned university, those mutant students are a far more valuable "asset"!
Kick them out of school, leave them homeless, and then...
However, there are many organizations that are buying mutants at exorbitant prices!
Running a world-renowned university and collecting tuition fees is indeed a way to make money.
But how can this path to wealth compare to the trade in people?
Especially the trade in mutant populations!
The directors exchanged smiles, and one of them, seemingly struck by a thought, suddenly asked:
"By the way... what if old Kent's adopted son still insists on old Kent's ideas?"
Another director casually remarked:
"He's just a young man, what use can he be? At most, give him a few million, have him sign the contract and get out of here!"
What if he doesn't sign?
The director who made the suggestion earlier sneered:
"Not signing?"
"I hope he has the guts not to sign!"
The director, who had been observing the activity on the playground, spoke up:
"It's quite a coincidence. You were just talking about him when he arrived."
...
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear!
At the entrance of St. Kent College, a black sedan stopped, and Clark stepped out.
He looked up, glanced expressionlessly in the direction of the principal's office, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He then walked indifferently through the gates of St. Kent Academy and immediately spotted dozens of people causing trouble on the playground.
He glanced at it and then laughed:
"Not bad, much less than I expected."
Jean, standing behind Clark, whispered an explanation:
"Most students are still rational."
Clark nodded:
"After all, he was his student... If he had taught a bunch of scum, I would believe he would have been so angry that he would have died and come back to life."
Jean was somewhat speechless, then muttered a defense in a low voice, as if to declare something:
"Don't forget, you and I both graduated from St. Kent College. Is it really appropriate to make such a fuss about our alma mater and our former principal?"
Not only did Clark graduate from St. Kent, but Jean Grey also graduated from St. Kent.
His situation was somewhat similar to that of security captain Antonio.
After graduating, Jean Grey did not enter the workforce but stayed at the academy to work.
The "special classes" at St. Kent Academy have existed for quite some time.
In previous years, it was relatively easy to find ordinary graduates, but it wasn't so easy to find the whereabouts of mutant graduates.
Many graduates have chosen to follow the path of Antonio and Jean Grey.
They did this because they wanted to stay by the old principal's side and help him with some trivial matters.
...
Without talking much with Jean, Clark went straight to the playground and looked at the group of troublemakers.
With just one glance, I found the leader.
After all, the fact that Antonio was so angry must mean that it was him.
"Antonio, let go."
"I don't want to go to jail to bail you out because you hit someone."
Antonio was a little annoyed, but he still obediently let go and put the ringleader on the ground.
He turned to look at Clark, his expression extremely unpleasant:
"Clark, that bastard organized and planned to gather this group of troublemakers."
"They started gathering on the playground after you left this morning, and then forcibly occupied the broadcasting room once, reading out their ideas..."
Antonio is no slacker for becoming the school's security captain.
He recounted everything he had observed, and although he was extremely angry, his tone remained clear and his analysis was very thorough!
After listening to it once, Clark had a good idea of ââwhat was going on.
The ringleader even tried to rush up to Clark and shout his demands.
But Clark simply didn't give him that chance.
He waved his hand, indicating to Antonio:
"Take your men and throw them all out of the school gates."
"Antonio, remember this: never let them set foot in school againâfrom today onwards, they are forcibly expelled!"
Antonio was visibly taken aback.
Forced expulsion? Leaving no room for tact whatsoever?
He was about to speak.
Clark waved his hand, signaling him not to continue.
Clark exchanged a glance with Antonio and said calmly:
"The old man is no longer here."
"Now, I am the principal."
Antonio felt a chill run down his spine. He then looked at the group of troublemakers and, together with the other security team members, threw them all out, one in each hand!
These troublemaking students clearly hadn't expected such a severe punishment, and they all shouted in protest and cried, hoping that Clark would forgive them this time.
To regret it only when punishment comes is utter nonsense. Clark remained unmoved, paying no attention to these troublemakers and showing no intention of leniency.
As Antonio humiliated himself, he gave the ringleader a cold look but said nothing.
Some things cannot be done openly.
If these troublemakers were still students, then Antonio would have done his duty and swallowed his anger.
But things are different now.
The new principal has already spoken:
These scum are no longer relevant people!
We can't act openly, but who knows what we're doing in secret?
Antonio has a volatile temper, and given his personality, he wouldn't care about those small fry.
But that leader...
If we don't teach him a lesson, he won't be Bloodfang Antonio!
On the surface, he is the dutiful security captain of St. Kent Academy.
But secretly...
Over the years, quite a few scoundrels have come to St. Kent College to cause trouble.
They were all killed without a trace!
Clark glanced past Antonio, then looked up toward the principal's office in the teaching building.
Some of the junk has been dealt with.
Next, it's your turn.
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