The blood battle in the cafeteria was nothing short of brutal.
For a long time, many students had considerable apprehension about the "wrench," a tool that had turned into a fierce weapon.
But at the moment,
everyone seemed more interested in "how to become a fleet repair staff."
Because with this identity, it seemed you could ignore the rules and permissions to attack other students without consequences. Even if discovered afterwards, you wouldn't suffer any punishment.
Instead, those who were attacked became scapegoats.
This identity was simply a powerful weapon.
Of course,
they didn't know that it wasn't the identity's fault.
"Damn it, he clearly struck first! Why are we being punished?"
Cyril, who had been knocked dizzy by two wrenches, finally got up from the ground and shouted at the metal ceiling.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on him, and they even stopped eating.
Watching the commotion was much more enjoyable than eating.
Zi Zi...
