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Everyone, we have not yet reached the final step. Before we exhaust the Messenger Tool, I sincerely hope that you all do not give up on yourselves. Think of those who have passed away; are we not the victors among those still alive? Tan Ming spoke, his voice penetrating and powerful.
He was tall and stern, standing there with an unintentional aura of calmness. His gaze was resolute, his expression serious, and his voice carried an undeniable strength. I firmly believe that as long as we still draw breath, even if it is just a struggle to survive, we must hold on until the end. Now, wipe away the tears on your faces and suppress all the grievances and unspeakable sorrows you have endured these days, along with the bitterness buried deep in your hearts. If we can get through these fifteen days, there will be plenty of time afterward for you to vent! His words seemed to possess a magical power, strikingly compelling and making it hard for anyone to resist.
Upon hearing this, everyone raised their hands to wipe their faces, their expressions gradually regaining some determination, and their spirits visibly improved.
Tan Ming's tone softened a bit as he added that everyone should go upstairs and rest well; someone would notify them when it was time to eat. The crowd responded affirmatively and began to pair off towards the stairs.
On the first floor of the restaurant, only a few messengers remained, along with a handful of others. Shen Jianghuan's keen eyes quickly spotted a patch of bright red on Tan Ming's back—bloodstains that were alarming to behold. She immediately called for someone to bring him medicine.
Tan Ming waved his hand wearily, telling everyone to go rest; they didn't all need to stay there.
Li Jianping headed to the kitchen, where he had his own familiar resting place. For him, being in the kitchen—his well-known territory—was more reassuring than anywhere else.
Shen Jianghuan and a few girls carefully applied medicine to Tan Ming's wounds and thoughtfully found him a clean shirt to wear before they felt comfortable enough to head upstairs.
Jiang Jie sat quietly in a chair, motionless and deeply engrossed in thought, her mind drifting far away. Master Ban also stayed behind; he laboriously moved a few chairs together and then lay down slowly, closing his eyes.
At the moment when Ling Xing and Liu Xuanzhu crashed through the wall like a bolt from the blue, they quickly dove into a classmate's pocket, who had already hurried upstairs.
"Senior, let me help you to the conference room to rest," Zhang Liu said as he quickly approached Tan Ming and supported his arm, his gaze directed toward the restaurant's office filled with concern.
"Alright," Tan Ming replied; he had something he wanted to discuss with Zhang Liu as well.
Just then, Xu Le, who had not yet left, came over with a worried expression and asked urgently, "Class leader, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Tan Ming replied. "How is Zhang Yan?"
Zhang Yan had a long cut on his arm from a sharp blade that had become slightly inflamed yesterday.
"Oh, he's not too bad; he went upstairs," Xu Le said casually.
The two exchanged a few words before Tan Ming followed Zhang Liu toward the office. Watching them enter the office, Xu Le scratched his head as he suddenly remembered something important. Last night, Tan Ming had asked him to stay behind to help Li Jianping with some tasks while keeping an eye on things. He had made two significant discoveries but hadn't had the chance to tell Tan Ming yet.
He stared at the closed door of the office, pondering for a moment. Since there was no rush, he thought it best to let the class monitor rest for a while longer. He turned and headed towards the kitchen.
The back kitchen of the university cafeteria was interconnected. As soon as he entered, he saw Li Jianping comfortably lying on a lounge chair, eyes closed and softly mumbling something to himself. He called out to Li Jianping in a low voice, but received no response, so he walked over.
Behind the kitchen's non-cooking display window were stacks of various items. Xu Le remembered seeing a box of apples in one corner when he helped move things yesterday, and he thought he might as well take a few now.
After some searching, he found the box and crouched down to open it. The moment he lifted the lid, a refreshing apple scent wafted up to greet him. He picked one up and turned it in his hand, planning to grab a few more before leaving. Suddenly, he caught a sharp smell of oil in the air. Instinctively, he turned around just in time to see a thick stick whistling through the air before it struck him hard on the back of his head.
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