But he was just a military officer, and it wasn't within his jurisdiction. Even if he wanted to, how could he possibly manage it?

I just hope the relevant departments...

"Pah!" Fang Zong suddenly spat out a mouthful of saliva.

Then edit a text message and send it to a group, asking everyone you know to check out those mediocre universities.

Damn it, those despicable people who would do things like "driving out Chinese students, making way for international students, and punishing those who don't move out" for the sake of political achievements should all have their legs broken and be sent to a coal mine in Africa to enjoy their retirement!

The government spends money to attract talent, not to inflate their political achievements or increase their numbers!

The money these bastards use to boost their political achievements is better spent cleaning up the messes of their military commanders!

It was just a minor incident, but it infuriated Fang Zong.

Suddenly, the urge to fight intensified.

He returned to the forest park in the eastern suburbs. Unexpectedly, it was easy to get out, but he had to verify his identity to get back in. By the time he got back, it was already 3:05.

"The battle started at three o'clock, and only five minutes have passed. Youmingfeng should be..."

As Fang Zong was thinking, suddenly, a silver light shot out and Zhan Yue was planted at his feet.

He pulled out Zhan Yue, looked up, and saw You Mingfeng being held by Luo Xiaoxia in mid-air in the center of the crowd, being punched repeatedly in the chest.

The sound of ribs and sternum breaking was like needles piercing his eardrums!

"Boom!" A ball of fire erupted in his chest, completely engulfing him.

Without saying a word, Fang Zong, like a derailed train carriage, went straight onto the stage.

The powerful impact force shattered Youmingfeng and Luo Xiaoxia.

"Are you alright?" Fang Zong asked, grabbing You Mingfeng's arm.

Youmingfeng coughed up blood, his eyes bloodshot, and said, "Twelve ribs are broken."

Why risk your life?

"I wanted to avenge Xianxin, but when I realized I couldn't beat him, I didn't even try to fight him. He grabbed me..."

"Alright, no need to say anything more!"

Fang Zong tossed the Nether Wind directly to Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo below the stage, then turned to face Luo Xiaoxia, who had a cold expression on his face.

"My blood is burning!"

Suddenly, the yang energy surged forth, and the flames roared!

"Holy Light, do you need a rest?" Fang Zong asked with a smile.