Killer in the Coffin

Wei Yi didn't know what that person meant at all. He coldly glanced at his surroundings and then laid down on the table, ready to catch up on his sleep.

"Hey, didn't you hear what I said to you?" Carl. The first time someone talked to him and wanted to go to sleep, it was so arrogant!

Wei Yili ignored Carl. Barham silently buried his head in his arms and narrowed his eyes. He wasn't used to being watched by so many people, so pretending to sleep was the best response.

"Brat, it's not that I didn't warn you, do you know who I am?" Carl. Barham suppressed his anger. If it wasn't for Wei Yi-Nong's cousin, he would have definitely slapped his.

Wei Yi didn't look up. There was something wrong with Barham, and who he was had nothing to do with him.

"Brat, the principal is my uncle. Even if I cripple you today, do you believe that I will still be able to sit in class properly tomorrow?" Carl. Barham threatened.

Wei Yi was still unresponsive. So what if your father is the President? Asura's killers were trained to assassinate people above the President's level. There was no power in this world that they feared.

If there was one, it would be their organization – Asura!

"I'm level eight of the Kickboxing Path!" Carl. Barham gritted his teeth. Seeing that Wei Yi was confident in himself, he didn't dare to make a move. After all, even Asians knew martial arts, he didn't want to lose face in front of his classmates.

Carl. Barham knew very well that the reason he was able to become the class's overlord in the first year of high school was because of his name. Many people were afraid of angering the principal, not because they were good at fighting.

"Level eight of the Punch Path?"

Finally, Wei Yi raised his head slightly. Barham's topic had piqued his interest. He had always heard the instructor say that people in the outside world liked to use levels to divide their killing techniques. It was a childish action.

To the killers, the real boxer was not Tyson at all, but Anthony. A man like Marcus.

Anthony. Marcus was born in Nicosia, nicknamed the Infernal King. He was only 1.88 meters tall and weighed 102 kilograms.

He was one of the best fighters in the Siberian training camp. His record on the black market: 168 battles 167 wins 1 loss, of which 114 were shot to death by "crazy" Alain Pedera.

Tyson was good, but at Anthony. In front of a person like Markos, he would definitely be instantly killed. One reason was because of the nature of the competition, while the other was because of survival.

Anthony. Marcus wasn't suitable for the outside world, and Tyson wasn't suitable for Black Fists either.

Wei Yi's mood was soon extinguished. Barham looked like a half pig, so how could he be a level eight interceptor? Even if he was, he would only know how to use fancy moves.

Wei Yi despised Karl. Barham took one look, and continued to meditate, not wanting to waste any of his time with such a person.

"You're courting death!"

Carl. Barham's fat face fell as he angrily slapped Wei Yiyi in the head.

Ah!

The girls were startled, as if they had seen Wei Yi in Karl's presence. The scene of Barham's heavy palm slapping out of his head.

"Bam!"

However, what the girls were afraid of didn't happen. Instead, it was Carl. Like a rubber ball, Barham was sent flying by Wei's kick. He knocked over several tables beside him and began to roll around on the ground in a cold sweat.

The students at Wei Yiyi's table were all startled and kept away as far as they could, afraid that they would suffer the same fate as Wei Yiyi.

Such speed!

This was the reaction of the students. If it wasn't for the students at the side, they wouldn't have been able to see when Wei Yiyi had made his move.

The classroom suddenly became silent. They finally realized who was the true overlord of their class, Karl. Barham was a joke in front of Wei Yiyi.

Nong Xuejia was also shocked. She didn't think that Wei Yi would actually dare to hit him. She hastily grabbed onto his arm, afraid that he would go crazy and kill Karl. Barham.

"Teacher is here!"

Some of the students cried out in alarm before hurriedly returning to their seats, afraid that this matter would implicate them.

Wei Jianjia threw a "I won't kill him" look and then sat in her seat waiting for class with a cold expression on her face.

"Don't do anything rash, or my dad will have a hard time dealing with it." Nong Xuejia was still a little worried. She whispered a reminder, and then nervously sat back down on her seat.

Carl. Barham struggled to get up from the ground. Although he hated Wei Yi, he did not want his teacher to know about this matter. He had yet to take revenge.

Towards a little tyrant like him, if he let his teacher uphold justice for him, even if Wei Yi was expelled, he wouldn't be willing.

However, Wei Yi's kick was just too powerful. In that instant, he felt as if he had seen a death god calling out to him. He almost gasped for breath, but had no strength left to even crawl back up.

Actually, Carl. Barham didn't know that Wei Yi's kick was considered light. If he were to use half of his strength, Carl would definitely be able to deal with him. Barham had already lost his life.

I saw Carl. Barham struggled on the ground like a dead fish, while Wei Yiyi frowned. He didn't expect the students of the outer world to be so hard to beat up. He had to pay more attention in the future, he wasn't afraid of killing people, but he was afraid of causing trouble for Nong Xuejia.

Asura allowed his killers to kill as they please, but only if they didn't cause any trouble to the employers and organizations. This was the rule of the killers, and he had to abide by it.

"What's going on?"

Carl. In the end, Barham was unable to climb into one of the empty seats in the back before the teacher arrived. Following the sound of his voice, a potbellied fatty wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked into the classroom.

The classroom was completely silent. No one was willing to take the initiative to tell them the truth.

Whether it's a new student or Carl. Barham, no one they dare offend.

Wesson Karl. If Barham dared to fight, of course they wouldn't run off and mess with him. Barham used to show his classmates that he had a good background, but today, when he was beaten up, they thanked him and did what they had always wanted to do but did not dare to do.

The person who had arrived swept his gaze over the students in his class. Seeing that no one had answered him, and then staring intently at the students lying on the floor, his expression changed greatly. He quickly ran over and helped Karl up. Barham.

"The freshmen are definitely going to die this time. The homeroom teacher is definitely going for Karl." Barham, hearing that the selection of the class director is imminent, whether he can become the director will depend on Karl. Barham's beautiful words. "

The students began to discuss quietly, looking at Wei Yi with sympathetic gazes. It was rare to see a student who didn't fear being expelled. They did not wish for Wei Yi to be expelled.

The head teacher tried his best to beat Carl. Barham helped him to his feet, then shouted with a darkened face, "Squad leader, tell us what happened. Who bullied the outstanding students of our class?"

A little fatty with skin as white as a woman's stood up helplessly. He looked at the calm Wei Yi and pointed at him, feeling troubled.

The form teacher followed the form teacher's finger and looked at Wei Yi, who was standing beside him. Only then did he notice that there was a special new student by his side, and an Asian one at that.