"Alright, I'm leaving."

These people nowadays, unfortunately, leave no evidence against them, so they can't be caught.

Given Number Nine's prestige within Interpol, he was certain that if he arrested the person now, the next second the Interpol president would slap him across the face.

They acted quickly, not only taking the person away but also cleaning up most of the bloodstains on the ground.

Seeing that they had already resolved the matter, Qi Jiu had no time to care about anything else. She whispered something to Wen Wumei beside her and then left with the people behind her.

Only after they entered the school did the people around them breathe a sigh of relief.

If what just happened hadn't actually occurred, I probably would never have imagined encountering it in my entire life. A dagger, a gun, Interpol...

These things are practically invisible in the country; at most, you'd see a kitchen knife...

"You've recovered?"

Compared to their reactions, Leng Ruo's calm demeanor brought Qi Jiu some comfort. Who would have thought that just six months ago, she was a pampered young lady, and now she had completely transformed?

I'm starting to look more and more like her, and I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

Looking at the students coming and going around her, Yu Qi nodded. "Idol, just now, that person, he..."

I have a million questions I want to ask, but when it comes to speaking, I can't even get a single sentence out.

Looking at her, the girl smiled and said, "There's a saying I don't know if you've heard before."

An Ran and the others were taken aback, looking at her with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

"The more you know, the faster you die."

As soon as the words were spoken, An Ran, Yu Qi, and the others were visibly taken aback. They then pursed their lips and pretended nothing had happened, remaining silent.

Seeing all the coldness: "..."

Fortunately, there are many shootings like this in the US, otherwise this news might have stirred up controversy.

But the matter isn't over yet; the problem of the leaked questions hasn't been resolved. That proves that Zero's other claw hasn't been chopped off yet.

In the principal's office, Principal Erlin looked at Qi Jiu, who was acting like a big shot, and pursed his lips. "The exam questions have all been changed now, so don't worry about that. You'll probably have to handle the rest yourself. I'm not very good at fighting and killing."

Qi Jiu nodded and tilted her head back to drink the tea on the table in one gulp.

That day, the Chinese team didn't have any matches. Qi Jiu sat in the audience of the lecture hall, watching the people on stage with her eyes slightly narrowed.

A few people nearby were puzzled. "Isn't this An Ran's opponent from before? Why does he seem out of sorts today? He's a completely different person from that day. It's been so long since the second round, how come he hasn't answered a single question?"

Qi Jiu sneered, looking at the person in front of her who was completely different from the day before, "What if I said that this is his normal performance?"

"Huh?" Yu Qi was taken aback, seemingly not quite understanding.

But An Ran seemed to understand something, turning her head to look at the girl's profile with a probing gaze.

The girl didn't offer much explanation to Yu Qi's question, but instead glanced down at the watch on her wrist.

"Soon, we'll know the truth soon."

At this moment, on the yacht.

An elderly man sat on the deck, his gray hair disheveled by the wind, revealing his long-deformed body. He was surrounded by handsome young men with good looks and figures.

Laughter and cheerful voices filled the air, creating a very lively atmosphere.

There was a wide variety of fruits and drinks available on the side.

But in this atmosphere, a few men in black suits stepped forward and ruined it.

The old man's smile faded considerably as he looked at the newcomer. The girl who had been laughing and joking beside him seemed to understand what was happening and wisely stepped aside.

"master."

The man in the suit bowed his head in front of the old man.

The shirtless old man nodded, picked up a wine glass from the side, and with a flick of his wrist, the bright red liquid swirled back and forth in the glass.

Seeing his current actions, the man in the suit subconsciously swallowed. "Master, half of the people we sent to the United States have failed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man, who was addressed as 'Master,' paused in his actions.

His gaze turned cold the moment he looked at the person in front of him, and before he could even finish the glass of red wine, he smashed it on the ground.

Seeing the bright red liquid spill onto the ground and the wine glass shatter into pieces, the man in the suit was so frightened that he dared not speak, lowering his head like a quail.

"Are you all useless?! So many people and you still can't handle a little girl! Doesn't she have other classmates with her? Now you can't even handle this simple trick?"

The old man's sudden anger terrified the girls nearby, who huddled in a corner of the yacht, trembling all over.

Although such jobs pay well, you never know if you'll live to enjoy them.

Just like now, before this man in the suit arrived, the atmosphere on the yacht was cheerful, but there were bodyguards around, and they could see clearly what he was wearing.

"Master, we...we did send quite a few people over, but later we discovered that there's another force secretly helping her! She's quite capable herself, and she's not the only one protecting her classmates..."

As he spoke, the man in the suit's voice grew softer and softer, and the old man's impatience became increasingly apparent.

"Furthermore, we discovered that the heir of the Delin family seems to have connections with Interpol, so..."

"So so many brothers are gone? You didn't do any research before you went, and you still lost so many brothers?"

The old man turned around and, without saying a word, glanced at the bodyguard beside him.

The next second.

"Bang!"

The bodyguard immediately pulled out his gun and fired at the man in the suit. As the gunshot rang out, the man in the suit fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. Before he could even close his eyes, he had already passed away.

The girls nearby had already started screaming in fright at the scene. Perhaps they regained some of their senses later, they covered their mouths and kept from making a sound even as tears streamed down their faces.

The group of people were shaking like sieves.

"They're all useless! We've definitely alerted them now! Forget it!"

The old man said this as if to comfort himself, and after watching the bodyguards clean up the yacht, he waved to the girls in the corner.

"come over."

As the old man waved to them, the girls trembled and then walked unsteadily toward him.