Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

The students watching went from panic to silence, and time passed by minute by minute!

A team of police officers rode three-wheeled sidecar motorcycles to the gate of Jingshan Middle School.

The leader was someone Zhou Zheng knew well, so who else could it be but Captain Zhao? Zhou Zheng, the police officer who came with him, had met him once before, but he didn't know his name. Including Captain Zhao, there were three police officers in total.

They first asked Teacher Liu about the situation, then further confirmed it with the "night watchman" Liu Changxi, and finally questioned the students involved in the case.

Poor Fujijiro's body was placed in front of the school's main entrance, his hands and feet were twisted, and his entire face had turned purple.

If it weren't for the fact that spirits were not allowed to appear after the founding of the country, Zhou Zheng would have been afraid that Fujijiro would turn into a corpse.

Originally, Zhou Zheng thought that the police would take them to the police station to take a statement, but it turned out that Captain Zhao just asked some routine questions and left Jingshan Middle School with Fujijiro's body without even protecting the scene.

It is understandable. Regardless of Fujijiro's identity, the words he said openly have already determined his fate.

A "japanese devil" or a "pro-Japanese" who keeps saying "baka", "die", "a man of insight is a hero" has no human rights to speak of.

Now the people are still in a period of anger due to national hatred and family feuds. When encountering such "devils", it is already considered that the Chinese people can restrain themselves if they do not eat their flesh, sleep on their skin, or wipe out their descendants.

I'm so angry. If there wasn't such a gap between us and the United States, I would really like to use a few "mushroom bombs" to flatten the island country.

With this mentality, even if Captain Zhao felt that Fujijiro was still young and a little cruel, he didn't dare to say anything extra. As a public security officer, he was also afraid of being beaten.

"Huh, the police finally left..."

Fujijiro's lackeys breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the police taking Fujijiro's body away.

It was not until they saw Zhou Zheng's cold eyes looking at them that they remembered the fear of being dominated by Zhou Zheng's iron fist, and they all broke out in cold sweats.

Wan Jingliang was not afraid of big things when he spoke up.

"Han Qing, what should we do with these lackeys?"

Several students with poor psychological endurance fell to their knees with a thud.

"Master, Grandpa, please let us go. We were also deceived by the villain. We will never dare to do it again."

Zhou Zheng deliberately threatened: "And in the future?"

Those people quickly shook their heads and said, "No, no!"

Only then did Zhou Zheng nod with satisfaction.

There is no best! I don’t know if there will be a next time!

In fact, Fujijiro’s death had already aroused Zhou Zheng’s brutality. He was thinking about transforming into a "bloody loli" and killing all these children.

They said something nice, like being deceived, bullshit!

He didn't believe that they would not notice a classmate who kept talking nonsense, it was just for the sake of interests!

It can only be described in four words: "Death is not a pity."

It was also because Zhou Zhengnian felt some compassion for them because they were still children, and decided to let them go this time.

"get out!"

"Get out of here, get out of here..."

The group of lackeys ran away in shame.

The remaining students who were watching also gave Zhou Zheng and his friends a thumbs up.

The strange thing is that Teacher Liu and the "night watchman" Liu Changxi watched the whole thing but never said a word. It was not until the group of lackeys left that Liu Changxi walked up to Zhou Zheng and said, "Student, you must not fight in school in the future. If you have any problems, you must report them to the teacher first. Do you understand?"

However, Zhou Zheng didn't want to argue with them and just laughed it off.

"Understood, we won't bother you two teachers anymore. We still have to report."

After saying that, he called Xu Jianjun and others.

"Jianjun, Jingliang, let's go!"

Teacher Liu stretched out his hand to stop her, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

But Zhou Zheng had already run away with his men.

Only after running to the bottom of the teaching building did Zhou Zheng let out a breath.

"Fortunately, he ran fast!"

Wan Jingliang still felt a little scared.

"Han Qing, tell me, is this considered indirect murder?"

Zhou Zheng shook his head and said with certainty: "No, the Japanese and we belong to two different species. They are not human beings, just like the jackals in the mountains. Sympathizing with them will only hurt ourselves."

Zhao Jianguo didn't know how he deceived himself in his heart.

From being timid at first to being determined now.

"I understand! This is the original intention of establishing the 'Seven Swordsmen'. To punish evil and promote good, to turn the tide, to support a collapsing building, to kill one person and save ten thousand people, one can be called a hero."

OK! This is another crazy one!

The teaching building of Jingshan Middle School is a four-story building with a pointed roof.

Today is the day for new students to report, and many students and parents gathered downstairs of the teaching building.

Some held umbrellas, others leaned in the shade.

At the front of the crowd there was a wooden blackboard.

The blackboard is covered with information about students reporting in.

There was no need to look for it specifically. There was a desk next to the blackboard and a young female teacher was sitting there, announcing the class information of the students.

"Zhang Jingzhi, Zhang Jingzhi, are Zhang Jingzhi's parents here yet?"

Then a father and son squeezed out from the crowd.

The father and son were dressed similarly, both in brown shorts and beige trousers.

My father has the temperament of a melancholy and technical person, and his sparse stubble makes him look more like a deep scholar.

My son's temperament is a little worse. The loose brown shorts look baggy on him and look out of place.

"Hello, teacher. I am Zhang Jingzhi's father, Zhang Huanchu."

Perhaps the teacher in charge of registration was attracted by Zhang Huanchu's melancholy temperament, so he stood up and shook hands with Zhang Huanchu.

"Hello, hello, Karen Xia, the head teacher of Class 3 of the first grade of junior high school. You can call me Teacher Xia."

Even Zhang Huanchu's handshake was very comfortable. He simply shook Karen Xia's fingers, which made Karen Xia's liking for him increase a little bit.

"Hello, Mr. Xia. I'd like to trouble you to teach my son."

After the face-to-face meeting, Karen Xia sat down again and drew a check mark on the document on the table with a pen.

"Zhou Zheng, Zhou Zheng, have Zhou Zheng's parents arrived yet?"

Zhou Zheng never thought it would be such a coincidence. Not long after he arrived, he was called by the teacher, so he quickly squeezed through the crowd and came to the desk.

Karen Xia couldn't help but look at Zhou Zheng more. It was the first time she saw such a good-looking boy.

I can't help but make a joke.

"Zhou Zheng, where are your parents? Why didn't they come with you?"

Zhou Zheng's expression darkened for a moment, and then he revealed a forced smile.

"My father died!"

Karen Xia felt her heart sink, and then she put away her smile. Whose death could be described as "sacrifice"? It goes without saying.

"I'm sorry, classmate Zhou Zheng!"

"It's okay, Teacher Xia!"

Karen Xia's eyes lit up, but she never thought that Zhou Zheng knew her name.

Could this be fate?

"Good kid, go stand over there and wait. The teacher will take you back to the classroom after calling your names."

Zhou Zheng looked in the direction the teacher pointed and saw more than 30 students standing in a line in the corridor, including Zhang Jingzhi who had just been there.

This time he finally understood why Karen Xia drew a check mark on the paper.

It turned out that the students she named were all from Class 3 of the first grade.

But he didn't know how many students were left in Class 3 of Grade 1. Zhou Zheng walked into the teaching building and joined the waiting line, right behind Zhang Jingzhi.

Zhang Huanchu was explaining to him how to behave in school in the future.

Not long after, two more girls came in.

A chubby girl was holding a bag of "Beijing Eight Pieces" in her hand. Behind her followed her mother, who was also chubby and a bit plump. Both mother and daughter looked ugly but not ugly either, bordering on mediocre.

The other girl, like Zhou Zheng, was alone. She was wearing a French floral dress and a milky white pearl necklace around her neck. She tied her hair into a bun with a beige scarf, which made her look playful and cute.

She was standing behind Zhou Zheng, and a faint scent of girlish flowers entered Zhou Zheng's nose.

"Hello, classmate. My name is Tian Xinyue. What's your name?"

She patted Zhou Zheng's shoulder.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Zheng!"

At this time, the fat girl also came over and introduced herself.

"Hello, classmates. My name is Zhao Ruoruo. Would you like some snacks?"

She then handed the bag of "Eight Beijing Pieces" to Zhou Zheng.

Tian Xinyue rolled her eyes subtly without letting anyone notice, thinking angrily in her heart, "Tsk, are you trying to give me food? You're clearly trying to steal my little brother from me, you're such a slut!"

But he grabbed the snack bag!

A sweet smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you, Ruoruo!"