It won't be long before Liu Wuxie will be overwhelmed by the gears of history, and the Xue family will try their best to kill him.

It's not worth fighting against someone who is about to die!

The scroll slowly disappeared, Zhao Enzhu's body swept down, retracted his true energy, and the memory crystal automatically closed, still recording what happened around him.

"I'm willing to admit defeat. What else do you have to say now?"

The dean glanced at Zhang Qing and others. Imperial College never wronged a good person, but it would never let a bad person go. What Zhang Qing and others did was very disgusting.

"We surrender!"

Zhang Qing almost gritted his teeth and said it. Continuing to provoke at this time is tantamount to slapping the Imperial College in the face. He will find a way to kill Liu Wuxie later.

"Instructor Zhao, I will leave the rest of the assessment to you!"

Fan Zhen told Benefactor Zhao that Fan Yeping was deprived of his qualification as a tutor and there was no reason to continue to be in charge of the assessment. There was only one final step left, which was to be presided over by Benefactor Zhao.

"Yes, Dean!"
Chapter completed!