At the very center of the swirling public opinion storm, within the grand halls of Lioncrest Academy—
Headmaster Stephen had summoned all the vice headmasters and senior mentors to the conference hall.
Those present here represented the very pinnacle of power within Lioncrest Academy.
Any conclusion reached in this room today could very well determine the Academy's direction for years to come.
But today, Stephen hadn't gathered these figures to discuss the Academy's future.
Instead, after picking up the cup of steaming red tea in front of him and taking a small sip, he spoke in a calm voice,
"The Wind of Death, Uldar, and his entire musket squad...
Were wiped out by that Alan within a single minute.
Can someone explain to me exactly how this happened?!"
"Are you all certain you hired what you claim to be top-tier bounty hunters?!"
Facing Stephen's direct questioning, no one in the conference hall dared to step forward and give a straight answer.
