Chapter 80
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Ethan's punch was just the beginning.
He punched and kicked through the crowd, and in just thirty seconds, the dozen or so arrogant foreign students were all on the ground, clutching their stomachs and groaning in pain.
The classmates looked at each other, feeling a bit scared. 'Was Mr. Lee that good at fighting?'
Some cheered loudly, while others showed a hint of worry in their eyes, "Oh no! Even though these foreign students are bad, getting beaten like this at school will definitely cause trouble."
A hint of hesitation flashed in Zared's eyes, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Lee, you should leave now!"
Ethan was slightly surprised, "Leave? Then will you take the blame?"
A trace of urgency flashed in Zared's eyes, "Although I still dislike you. This matter has nothing to do with you."
Ethan smiled and said, "But I've already hit them. What should I do?"
Zared whispered, "Then why don't you leave now? My father knew some people. Even if they want to do something, our Wilkins family can protect me. It's better than you facing it alone, i***t!"
Zared's cold tone was filled with warmth.
Ethan seemed not to notice his good intentions and shook his head gently, "I hit them, so how can I let my student take the blame?"
Zared was anxious, "You might go to jail! Mr. Lee! I've never begged anyone in my life. Consider this my first time begging you! Just leave!"
Seeing Zared worried about him genuinely, Ethan patted his shoulder, then turned to the anxious students and said, "I'm very happy today. Because I got to know my students. If you can improve your grades, I believe your future will be even brighter."
A venomous voice from a foreign student echoed, "You won't live to see that day!"
A foreign student struggled to stand up, his face filled with malice, "I've already reported to the embassy that you assaulted a foreign noble. I'll make sure you rot in jail for the rest of your life!"
A commotion of footsteps approached from a distance. Several school leaders from the Eastern Academy rushed over, and they were stunned to see the foreign students lying on the ground.
The dean slapped his thigh and lamented, "Mr. Lee, you've caused a big trouble. The embassy has called the school. These people are nobles from various regions of Myanmar, their fathers are powerful military figures. If we don't give them a satisfactory explanation, this could lead to an international dispute."
Ethan smiled faintly, "I hit them. I'll give them the explanation."
A short, stout Burmese man shouted angrily, "Can you afford it?!"
Seeing his country's children in such a pitiful state, this superior diplomat was furious.
Pointing at Ethan's nose, the diplomat said, "You assaulted the nobles of our country, you despicable teacher! Do you know what consequences you must face?"
A trace of coldness flashed in Ethan's eyes, "As a national envoy, shouldn't you first investigate the incident before convicting someone?"
The diplomat said arrogantly, "Our students have noble blood. It must be the fault of you brat!"
The haughty tone of the diplomat made some of the leaders of Eastern Academy grit their teeth in anger secretly, but they didn't dare to speak out.
Hearing such shameless remarks, the last trace of a smile disappeared from Ethan's face. "So, what do you want?"
The diplomat shouted, "Beg for the forgiveness of our citizens! If they refuse to forgive you, then you must die!"
His arrogant tone made it sound so natural.
"Haha..." Several of the foreign students stood up and laughed. "So what if you could fight? Now you still must bow to us and apologize to us in public! You are just a lowly piece of trash!"
Seeing Ethan standing motionless, the diplomat took out a gun and pointed it at Ethan coldly. "Apologize, or I'll kill you!"
At that moment, Ethan's students rushed up and stood in front of him.
"I hit them too. If you have the guts, shoot me!"
"Let's die together! If you dare, just shoot me!"
Ethan's students were now united with him.
All the school leaders were stunned. What kind of magic did Ethan have that in such a short time he could make the most troublesome group of students in the academy become so united?
The diplomat's face was twisted with rage, and he aimed the gun at one student, his eyes full of murderous intent. "Go away!"
The student refused firmly, "No!"
The diplomat, seething with anger, shouted, "Bastard! I'll kill you!"
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, and blood splattered.
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