"Principal Cha, are you afraid of death?"
Cha Huan blew on his teacup and, facing Le Yin's audacious words, didn't even lift an eyebrow: "Afraid, so I broke the necks of everyone who dared to attack me."
"That's still not thorough enough. You say you're a weak and ordinary old man who usually doesn't provoke anyone, yet some people dare to target you. You should strike first and kill the families of those who want to kill you but haven't acted yet." Le Yin coaxed gently, "What do you think, am I right?"
"Makes sense."
"Would you like to do that?"
"Of course I would.
"Then why don't you take a bus over and kill them all? Don't worry, the academy has me. If anything happens to you, I will take care of the Imperial Academy for you."
Cha Huan did not answer, drank a sip of tea leisurely, then raised his sleeve to reveal his muscular left arm.
"What do you think of my left arm?" he asked.
