In the dimly lit basement, a sharp slap rang out.
Scholar was slapped hard, and the mask on his face shattered, revealing a face that could be considered decent-looking. His expression was blank, and he lowered his head without saying a word.
"You still have the audacity to return?"
The Pharmacist's furious voice resounded: "Do you even realize what you've done?"
Scholar was silent for a moment, then quietly clenched his fists: "I'm sorry, teacher."
"I've warned you countless times—why did you still go and collaborate with the Grave Digger Organization? We already have a Supreme backing us! What in the world could compare to the help of a Supreme?"
