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In the office, Zhao Longtu sat on the sofa, completely silent.

He gazed at Xue Jing who was flipping through documents in the office chair, and Cao Sini and Ning Yuantai who stood at his sides like guardians of the door, particularly casting extra glances at Cao Sini.

Even now, he was baffled. How could this person have possibly learned such an outrageously preposterous killing move.

It made absolutely no sense... it shattered his understanding of Martial Arts totally.

Zhao Longtu did not attempt to escape again. He knew in his heart that before the terrifying strength of this man named Xue Jing, if the other wanted him to stay, any struggle would be futile.

The gap in their martial prowess was absolute, far surpassing the chance of 'luckily outperforming due to various coincidences that may allow for a counter-kill' to the stage of 'definitely cannot win under any circumstance.'

Thus, Zhao Longtu could only grimly stiffen his face, putting on an expression of preferring death over submission, firmly deciding to resist cooperating with whatever Xue Jing wanted him to do.

"Zhao."

Xue Jing put down the document he was holding, looked at Zhao Longtu, and started speaking.

Zhao Longtu closed his eyes, turned his head aside, putting on an appearance of refusing to listen to anything.

Xue Jing did not mind, but continued:

"I am neither an education expert nor a psychologist, so I am incapable and do not plan to resolve your psychological issues. In such short time, I suppose I wouldn't be able to resolve them even if I wanted to."

"So, I will not try to emotionally manipulate you with sentiments such as those between a teacher and student... Let us, like filthy adults, engage in some purely interest-based transactions, shall we?" Xue Jing said, chuckling.

He had already thoroughly reviewed Zhao Longtu's file.

Compared to He Han, who was unclear about the incidents despite attending junior high with him, Cease-Blades directly gave a clear and ordered file of the entire situation from beginning to end to Xue Jing for his perusal.

About six years ago, eleven-year-old Zhao Longtu advanced from primary to a fairly prestigious school renowned in Silver City, Yan Gang Middle School.

As an orphan, Zhao Longtu, while never systematically studying martial arts since childhood, still picked up a bit of it naturally thanks to living in the Seventh Metropolitan Circle, his ultimate Martial Arts talent was immediately noticed by his homeroom teacher, Yao Yushan, after he entered junior high.

Yao Yushan, seemingly out of appreciation for talent, took great care of him. Not only did he have him stay at his own home, living together, he also arranged for him to practice martial arts at the reputable True Form Dojo and cultivated him carefully.

Their relationship gradually became like father and son; the orphan Zhao Longtu revered and loved Yao Yushan as his own father.

...However, the reality was not what Zhao Longtu had imagined at the time.

Xue Jing's fingers slid over the document in front of him, where there was a photograph of Zhao Longtu printed on the paper during his junior high years.

With fine and gentle features, and even somewhat handsome—fitting the description of fair-skinned and beautiful—if it were a certain type of older woman with a fetish, they would shout out loud in admiration of his good looks.

Completely different from his current fierce appearance, resembling a hardened criminal fresh out of prison.

Slowly noticing something was off from various life details, Zhao Longtu eventually discovered Yao Yushan's true intentions, which disgusted him so much he vomited on the spot.

Having no parents, Zhao Longtu could only seek help from other teachers in the school, but either they believed that the harmonious, happily married Yao Yushan could not harbor ill intentions toward him, telling him he was overthinking, or they themselves were in cahoots with Yao Yushan, even if they knew his preferences, they would only dismissively handle it.

Occasionally, a few serious and responsible teachers who took these matters seriously observed for a while and found no clues, concluding that Zhao Longtu was just overthinking.

The subsequent developments, as you can imagine, Zhao Longtu, being increasingly pushed to his limits by the encroaching Yao Yushan, during a moment of resistance, was struck on the head with a blunt object, leaving a deep indentation at the brow bone.

Eventually, he could only use his modest martial prowess to harshly deal with the man he once viewed as his father.

Once officials intervened and clarified the investigation, the school then learned of such a horrific event.

Naturally, the school wanted to heavily suppress the issue, not allowing it to be publicized, as it would be a catastrophic blow to Yan Gang Middle School's reputation.

Teachers, school officials, the principal... many people approached Zhao Longtu for discussions.

Their words repeatedly emotionally manipulated him via 'after all, as teacher and student' and this continuous type of moral coercion led Zhao Longtu to become utterly disillusioned with the teaching profession.

...

"Filthy adult transactions?" Zhao Longtu took a glance at Xue Jing.

Xue Jing nodded and smiled: "Exactly... pure transaction of interests, not involving any other issues."

Zhao Longtu pondered for a moment, feeling he might accept this, and then nodded, "What kind of transaction?"
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Xue Jing put his elbows on the table, his hands folded under his chin in the pose of Commander Aida:

"You've already experienced it just now, my student Sini's 'Serious Punch,' was it not impressive?"

Standing by the side, Cao Sini heard the words 'my student Sini' and felt a jolt, her whole body going slightly limp.

She sweated lightly on her forehead, thinking to herself: "Mr. Xue... really doesn't understand the weight of his words."