Chapter 252: Get Out or Get Beaten and Get Out

Old Wang's dorm was lively again, with a dozen or so people gathered in the room.

Hei Wukai, Mo Tong, Yin Fu—four members of Old Wang’s team—along with Famier and Su Yue.

Old Wang hadn’t even bothered to go to the Autonomous Association, knowing from Winnie’s description of the acting president Lin Yuxiang what he would face if he went alone. Thus, this gathering came about.

Originally, Old Wang had invited the eight department heads of the Autonomous Association under his name as its president, but only four actually responded: Yin Fu, Hei Wukai, Famier, and Su Yue.

In fact, these were now the four department heads with the least influence in the Rose Holy Sanctuary.

Yin Fu had a good temper; while she was well-liked in the Exorcism Academy, no one really feared her, and she lacked strong leadership.

No one dared to ignore Hei Wukai, but the issue was that he didn’t care much about his responsibilities. He was too busy with various activities at the orc bars, making his position as head of the Martial Dao Courtyard more of a nominal title, with few truly listening to him.

Famier and Su Yue’s situations were similar. The new president wanted to intervene in the potion business, promising higher rewards to the students of the Institute of Potions, which led many to defect to the new president’s side. With the new president’s backing, Famier was almost isolated in the Institute of Potions. Su Yue faced a similar situation; after Old Wang left, the discounts from Anhe Hall were no longer available, causing dissatisfaction among the Foundry students. While the Foundry was somewhat more principled and still remembered Wang Feng’s contributions, and with the support of Su Yue, Patu, and others for Old Wang’s team, the entire Foundry hadn’t defected yet. However, many Foundry students were now testing the waters, wavering between loyalty and self-interest. Compared to the unprecedented unity of the Foundry in the past, the overall cohesion was significantly weaker now.

To be honest, anyone could see that the Rose Holy Sanctuary had changed. The gap between the former president Wang Feng and the current new president, in terms of both connections and personal strength, was vast.

The Soul Beast Academy’s head, Yue Ningxin, and the Gun Institute Academy’s head, Rachel, had clearly ignored Old Wang’s invitation. Old Wang hadn’t expected anything different. Just as everyone was about to start, there was another knock on the door. Opening it, they found Ning Zhiyuan from the Wizard Academy.

"President Wang Feng," Ning Zhiyuan said with a faint smile, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Everyone knew what Wang Feng was trying to achieve by summoning the eight department heads, and Ning Zhiyuan’s words were a clear indication of his stance.

Old Wang was genuinely surprised. He and Ning Zhiyuan had never had much interaction, and even during the election for the Autonomous Association president, Ning Zhiyuan had remained distant from the conflict between Wang Feng and Luo Lan, avoiding any entanglements.

To be frank, during the most intense period of the rivalry between Old Wang and Luo Lan, Ning Zhiyuan had always been an observer, staying out of the fray. When Wang Feng was at the height of his power, Ning Zhiyuan had stepped back, not competing with him, showing a sense of propriety. It was unexpected that today he would so clearly choose to stand by Wang Feng.

Old Wang smiled, stood up, and said, "Anyone who comes is a brother. We don’t have any specific plans today; we’re just looking for trouble. Let’s go!"

The Rose Autonomous Association.

Unlike the lax atmosphere when Old Wang was the president, there were now over a dozen disciples from the Martial Dao Courtyard and the Wizard Academy taking turns on duty outside the Autonomous Association building. This was the first thing the new president did upon taking office.

In the new president's words, the responsibility of the Autonomous Association was to manage and restrain the disciples of the Holy Sanctuary; without authority, how could they do their job? Thus, what used to be a team only called together when necessary became a formal position with full-time shifts, offering a decent salary for those who worked at the Autonomous Association. The Holy Sanctuary disciples were quite willing to take up these positions.

As for the handover, President Damosi didn't notify anyone, which clearly meant that if Wang Feng were eliminated, he would become the official president.

"That guy is quite the talker, isn't he? If he starts arguing, we'll just let the small fries argue with him until everyone sees what kind of level the former president is at," Lin Yuxiang said with a smile. "But if he decides to use force, then it will be beautiful. No need to hold back; we'll make sure he can never stand again in his life!"

"Haha, that guy probably won't show up today. This morning, he had someone inform all the department heads, including the Eight Departments and the two from the Alchemy Foundry, to go to his place. These are all his close allies, so they're likely gathered in his shabby dorm room, chattering away about what to do," Lin Jiayu, Lin Yuxiang's cousin, who had transferred from Phoenix City to Rose with him, said with a laugh. "It's a pity they're all a bunch of dimwits. Those people can't even manage their own academy members; what can they achieve together? They really don't understand the situation. I think this Wang Feng is nothing special and not worth your attention, Third Brother."

"What about Ning Zhiyuan?" Lin Yuxiang asked casually.

Yue Ningxin and Rachel were both present, and they shook their heads. "We haven't seen him."

"Could that guy have gone to Wang Feng's side? Speaking of which, he does have some influence in the Wizard Academy and has been somewhat insincere towards you, Third Brother," Lin Jiayu frowned. "Could he be a fence-sitter?"

"You can only choose one side. There's no option to sit on the fence here. If he dares to go over there today, once we're done with Wang Feng, it will be his turn to leave."

"Third Brother, wouldn't that be too slow? What if Wang Feng keeps stalling us? If Karida suddenly issues an order for us to step down, she is the direct overseer of Rose, and our excuses might not buy us much time. Why don't we cut to the chase and deal with Wang Feng..." Before Lin Jiayu could finish, they heard a series of footsteps coming from the corridor outside, indicating a considerable number of people.

Everyone was momentarily taken aback.

Bang!

The door to the president's office of the Autonomous Association was kicked open with such force that the sturdy lock bent and the entire door panel cracked, slamming against the wall with a loud bang, shaking loose a cloud of plaster dust.

Everyone in the room turned their heads to look at the door.

Standing at the doorway was none other than Wang Feng, flanked by Hei Wukai, Mo Tong, Ning Zhiyuan, Yin Fu, and Winnie, followed by over a dozen disciples from the Martial Dao Courtyard and the Wizard Academy—precisely the group Lin Yuxiang had called to guard the door. Two of them were being supported by others, looking quite pale.

They had tried to be loyal and diligent, but the problem was, they couldn't fight... It would be an insult to the word 'fight' to say they even had a chance. Hei Wukai and Mo Tong, like two gate gods, stood on either side of Wang Feng. These two had been in Rose for some time; Mo Tong was somewhat famous, but Hei Wukai's reputation was genuinely fearsome. Just as the two who went up to speak about the recent rules of the Autonomous Association were about to speak, their wrists were snapped. Then, with a glare from Hei Wukai, the rest nearly wet themselves, quickly making way for the group, not daring to make a sound.

Lin Yuxiang and the others were taken aback.

"Hey!" Old Wang didn't even glance at Lin Yuxiang, instead smiling and greeting Rachel and Yue Ningxin: "Long time no see. I haven't even started work yet, and here you two beautiful department heads are waiting in my office. What brings you here?"

Before Rachel or Yue Ningxin could respond, Old Wang strode in nonchalantly.

"Oh, if there's something to report, take your time. I just woke up, so let me have a sip of water first. And you, acting head," Old Wang chuckled, looking at Lin Yuxiang, "you're done here. Go get me a glass of water."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

To be honest, the conflict between the two sides was mutual knowledge. Lin Yuxiang considered himself a rather bold and domineering figure, but he never expected this guy to be even more domineering, actually coming to confront him directly.

Lin Yuxiang remained silent, sitting in his chair and calmly observing Wang Feng. Beside him, Lin Jiayu sneered and suddenly lunged at Wang Feng's collar: "Blind dog, don't you know who..."

Bang!

Lin Jiayu's move wasn't slow, but Mo Tong's was several times faster. A heavy punch landed squarely on his face, leaving him dazed and bloodied, with a broken tooth flying out along with a spray of blood.

Eyes wide open, mouth agape, stars danced before his eyes, and he felt dizzy and unsteady. Before he could regain his balance, he felt his collar yanked hard.

Mo Tong dragged the six-foot-tall man as easily as a chick, and with a swift motion, threw him across the room, crashing into the sofa next to Rachel. The sofa and the man tumbled backward with a loud crash.

Yue Ningxin's expression was fine, but Rachel’s face was a bit pale.

Lin Yuxiang was indeed very strong, strong in every aspect, and he acted with great decisiveness, showing even more courage than Luo Lan. This gave her every reason to believe that Lin Yuxiang would be the ultimate winner. However, the problem was that Wang Feng came too quickly, and his moves were too aggressive. This guy never played by the rules, which suddenly reminded her of the fear she felt when she used to follow Luo Lan, being under Old Wang’s control.

Lin Yuxiang’s brows furrowed slightly. His subordinate was an exorcist who practiced a bit of martial arts, but he wasn’t really suited for direct one-on-one combat. But... he truly didn’t expect the Eight Divisions to directly help Wang Feng. Weren’t the Eight Divisions always so aloof, not caring about human affairs? What did they want?

Swish!

There were a few of his subordinates in the room, all experts from the Martial Dao Courtyard. They stood up together, but facing the Eight Divisions’ Hei Wukai and Mo Tong, they clearly knew how formidable their own minister, Hei Wukai, was. He was like a nuclear bomb in the rose garden; the Seventeen Vajras of the Judgment had already experienced his power. So, while they stood up, no one dared to make a move. Just standing there facing him made their scalps tingle.

A bunch of useless decorations.

Sitting in his chair, Lin Yuxiang showed no sign of panic on his face. He said calmly, "This is the Autonomous Association’s business. What does it have to do with you, the Eight Divisions?"

"Enough, enough, don't be so self-important," Old Wang said with a chuckle. "Don't talk nonsense here. Now I’m giving you two choices: either serve me tea and water, I happen to need a handyman, and I’m a broad-minded person, or get lost right now. Of course, if you want to take a beating from Old Black before you leave, that’s your choice."

Lin Yuxiang didn’t even look at Wang Feng, only gazing at Hei Wukai with a faint smile. Seeing that he had no reaction, he asked, "Are you determined to meddle?"

Hei Wukai shrugged indifferently, "Don’t ask me, I’m just a bodyguard. If you don’t provoke Wang Feng, I wouldn’t bother."

B-bodyguard?

Rachel’s heart sank. How could this be? Wasn’t it rumored that the relationship between the Eight Divisions and Wang Feng was very poor?

Moreover, how arrogant were the Eight Divisions? Hei Wukai was particularly rebellious, known for not giving the Martial Dao Courtyard’s dean any face! He skipped classes every day, and as the minister of the Martial Dao Courtyard, he didn’t care about anything, being incredibly lazy. But now...

How... How did Wang Feng manage to charm Principal Karida, Academician Li Sitan, Mentor Luo Yan, Dean Famar, and even the Eight Divisions?

"No room for negotiation?" Lin Yuxiang asked coolly.

Hei Wukai shrugged his shoulders.

Beside him, Mo Tong rubbed his hands together, his face brimming with excitement as he said, "What more is there to talk about? Hey, hey, don't forget me! If it's a fight, pick me! Pick me, pick me! I'm also Wang Feng's bodyguard!"

"Ha ha!" Lin Yuxiang threw back his head and laughed heartily, rising from his chair. "I really didn't expect that what was meant to be a casual sparring session would end up with me being treated like an easy target."

"Others might fear your Eight Divisions, but you need to understand one thing." He looked at Hei Wukai and Mo Tong, and the others present, speaking calmly. "This is human territory; don't get too full of yourselves. I'll give you one last chance to disappear from my sight, and all will be forgiven. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unforgiving."

"Your Sky Tyrant Spear technique," Hei Wukai smiled slightly. "I was hoping to see it in action."

"Ha ha." A glint of sharpness flashed in Lin Yuxiang's eyes, which instantly turned fierce. "Then let's begin."