A/N: Shout out to Aaninja for the massage chair. Thanks man.
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The academy residential districts were calm on the surface.
Villas quietly floated in the sky as usual. For most students, it was just another cycle in the ruthless academy.
But for three gangs, this calm was about to be shattered.
Cool Gang Territory
Inside a large villa, Cool, the naga leader of the Cool Gang, stood in the center of his private hall. His expression was cold. He was extremely angry. It looked like he had to pause his assault on the bastard that killed his cousin for now. There was no way he could swallow this humiliation.
A line of words burned into the wall beside his bed:
"I had a nice time with your girlfriend at the party ten years ago. Still too weak to come for her, aren't you? She keeps saying I'm better at it all the time than you'll ever be. Heh. Piece of trash."
