Chapter 1042 - 1041: Tit for Tat Revenge!

Whoa, this really is a smackdown from a big shot!

The seniors asked in trembling voices, "What, what do you guys want to do?"

Ao Xinghao squinted, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and his expression was both roguish and wicked: "Don’t want to do anything, just want to see how powerful your so-called Student Union is. You treated us so well just now; we have to reciprocate and let you have a taste..."

The seniors were breaking out in cold sweat under Ao Xinghao’s words: "Y-you, don’t do anything crazy..."

Then they turned to Jing Zhichen: "Young Master Jing, please persuade him to stop, causing someone to die won’t do you any good either, Young Master Jing, we haven’t offended you, you should say a fair word; they will listen to you."

Jing Zhichen pressed his lips together, his face indifferent: "It seems someone just said my face isn’t worth much and called us birds of a feather. Since that’s the case, as birds of a feather, there’s no reason to stop them."

He doesn’t advocate violence.

But these people deserve it.

Using supernatural abilities to bully underclassmen who have not yet awakened theirs, these people should have known when they laid hands that every action has consequences, and what goes around comes around, though the time hasn’t come yet.

Qin Xin gazed coldly at Ao Xinghao hanging people up and only slowly spoke once everyone was hung up, "Who had the fire ability just now?"

One of the seniors, seeing a glimmer of hope, hurriedly opened his mouth eagerly: "Me, me, me."

Qin Xin fiddled with a piece of wood and said indifferently, "Really, light this wood, and I’ll believe you."

That senior’s wrist was injured, making it very difficult to use his ability, and every mental effort was intensely painful.

But to prove he was a fire type, to make Qin Xin see him differently, he mustered all his strength to finally condense a small flame to light the wood in Qin Xin’s hand.

The spiritual fire burned quickly on the wood, and soon the flames grew.

Qin Xin had everyone collect dry wood from the forest and lit a bonfire.

It was placed under the trees where the seniors were hung upside down.

They were head down, the heat making their scalps drip oil.

That fire-type senior finally realized belatedly that Qin Xin didn’t want to spare him. Instead, she made him light the fire for his execution, what a ruthless woman.

An inferno blazed high.

Crying and wailing continued nonstop.

When they were finally burned bald, the wood burned out, and their faces were nearly roasted as black as charcoal, Ao Xinghao cut their ropes and let them down.

"Do you submit now?"

He looked at the few people rolling on the ground.

The seniors nodded in pain: "We submit, we submit!"

Bai Chi ran over: "Don’t forget our bet, hmph, who was the one that said after the competition they’d duel and if they lost, they’d call us daddy?"

The seniors were utterly obedient without any dissent:

"Daddy!"

"Mr. Bai!"

"Mr. Ao!"

"Mr. Si!"

"Mr. Lan..."

Qin Xin pinched her brow: "No need to call me that."

Even in another world being called Mr. Lan, she was speechless.

"Let’s go. Go back and I’ll get you some hemostatic medicine." She led the way out of the forest, followed by the three wounded big shots supported by Ding Dou and Jing Zhichen.

Although Ao Xinghao had been fierce just now, his leg injury hadn’t healed. The swimming competition earlier aggravated his injury, and the hanging just worsened it. Now, if not supported by Jing Zhichen, he would’ve had difficulty walking without crutches.

Si Moyu and Bai Chi were in slightly better condition, but in their twenty or thirty years of privileged life, they had never been so disgraced.