This is different from what the security said.
"I was the last person who sparred with you the day before yesterday."
"Oh, so it was you, your na is Li Shanchun?" Su Xiaocai was clearly aware of how annoying the opponent’s provocative face was, and didn’t expect the real person to be so adorable.
Adorable was a descriptor for his appearance: a baby face, big eyes with double eyelids, and long, thick eyelashes. If it weren’t for his raspy, masculine smoker’s voice when he spoke, one might think he was a girl.
"Yes, the contempt you showed that day was quite morable. Next ti we spar, I hope you will take seriously."
"Classmate, you haven’t cleared your na yet." Su Xiaocai didn’t want to spar this troubleso person; unless his cha was beaten to the point where it couldn’t move, he would keep getting back up and continue fighting. This isn’t a match, it’s a life-and-death struggle.
So annoying.
"I didn’t look down on anyone. I’m much stronger than you. I was dominating you right from the start in the match. If your teacher sparred with you, would they have also dominated you right from the start?"
That seems to be the case, Li Shanchun’s face turned red as a beet.
"You’re not a teacher."
"Close enough. A teacher might not even be better than ." Su Xiaocai was confident about this. The most powerful cha instructors from Military Training had only reached the rank of colonel at most.
After a spar with her, they might even have to ask her for so pointers.
Li Shanchun glanced at the principal, who was calmly drinking tea. Wouldn’t you say sothing to her for being so arrogant?
The principal ignored him. He was too busy being proud of his "niece" to have ti for anything else.
The forensic team had almost completed their investigation, only needing fingerprint comparisons to make things absolutely clear.
Only a few people had touched the chanical arm.
Wei Laiwen, the principal, Su Xiaocai, and Mo Yi.
In the surveillance footage, Wei Laiwen and the principal left the repair room with Su Xiaocai, and they didn’t appear again.
Afterwards, it was Li Shanchun and Mo Yi; the red surveillance footage clearly captured Mo Yi pulling the crystal chip into his hand.
This seemingly concealed action couldn’t escape the high-definition night-vision caras.
Li Shanchun felt very ashad, so ashad he couldn’t lift his head, unable to convince himself to defend his friend anymore.
"I... I lied." Li Shanchun hadn’t initially disclosed Mo Yi’s intention to take the chanical arm back.
The fact that his friend secretly took sothing, no excuse could sustain his trust any longer.
Just as he finished speaking, the police, assisted by artificial intelligence, locked onto Mo Yi’s whereabouts.
At four in the morning, he used his credits to apply to leave the school without bringing any luggage.
The gate security interrogated him for a full two minutes, but Mo Yi responded fluently. He said his relative was critically ill and was hospitalized on Capital Star, so he had to go see them and provided a prepared critical illness notice.
After careful inspection, the security allowed him to leave.
He ran all the way to a densely populated area, then entered a surveillance-free zone.
When he reappeared on cara, it was six o’clock, and he was in disguise, having altered his appearance.
If it weren’t for his scheming walking posture, it would’ve been tough for the AI to deduce it was him.
Mo Yi is currently at a space station, seemingly planning to escape.
He executed everything very smoothly, as if ticulously planned.
Porlin imdiately notified the space station law enforcent to intercept him.
Fifteen minutes later, the space station law enforcent reported they couldn’t find him. All surveillance and blind spots had been searched.
Mo Yi seed to have vanished into thin air.
Porlin was embarrassed; he had just promised that he would definitely catch the suspect.
"Sorry, we might need more ti to investigate."
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