Since they chose this path, they must have been prepared.
They would either die or enjoy endless glory, wealth, and honor.
They carried a cloth bag around their waists, walking slowly, with cold and icy gazes.
This time, there were six or seven hundred people attending the parent meeting, and the venue was meticulously arranged.
There would be speeches from the principal, behind-the-scenes boss Raphael Rogers, and other segments.
All this information was obtained from Teeny, and they were fully prepared before they dared to take such a risk.
Amidst the anticipation of everyone, the host slowly ascended the stage, delivering a few opening remarks and some official language.
Next, the kindergarten principal began to speak, also using a lot of official jargon, boasting about their achievements, and finally thanking all the parents for their support…
However, despite the dull and cliched speeches, the applause was thunderous.
Raphael Rogers sat backstage all along, with a calm expression tinged with impatience. He didn’t want to appear unless necessary.
This time of year, those parents who thought they had a bit of money and power would come here, mostly showing off, comparing with each other, and trying to establish connections… vulgar and ridiculous.
It’s a waste of time, utterly meaningless.
At his status and position, such low-end occasions were no longer important, although there were indeed many wealthy and influential people below… but compared to him, they were not in the same league at all.
“Will Mr. Holland be present?” He furrowed his brows, thinking to himself.
If there’s anyone in this kindergarten he still respects or fears… it’s only Quentin!
He wondered if Quentin would attend this boring parent meeting.
“Sir, it’s your turn to speak.” The secretary approached him with a speech manuscript, bowing with both hands extended.
“Mm.”
Raphael Rogers picked up the speech manuscript, adjusted his collar, and walked out. Step by step, he ascended the stage, smiling at the crowd below.
“Mr. Rogers is still so imposing.”
“He seems to be getting younger.”
“Indeed, successful men exude a charming charisma.”
“That’s right… after all, money brings power!”
Raphael Rogers’ face was dignified. He cleared his throat and stood in front of the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, hello…”
As he began to speak, several deafening gunshots rang out, causing everyone’s eardrums to ache.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Hands up, all of you!”
“Don’t move!”
Several masked men walked out from behind, with only a pair of icy eyes visible under their masks, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.
These masked men all had submachine guns strapped to their waists, and they were carrying AK rifles, the gun bodies emitting a chilling black sheen.
“Guns!”
“These are real guns!”
“Oh god, how did these people get in?”
The scene descended into chaos, with many people pale with fear!
“Run, run!”
Some people tried to escape, but a few gunshots rang out, frightening them into paralysis.
“Don’t you fucking move!!”
“Whoever moves, dies!”
“Hands up, all of you! Don’t move!”
The gang leader’s cold gaze radiated a terrifying murderous intent. “We’re only here for money, but if you don’t behave, I don’t mind killing!”
“Whoever moves, I’ll kill them!”
The icy and murderous voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone present…
The boss, with a gun in hand, walked through the crowd, his eyes extremely cold. When his gaze swept over a man, it suddenly turned ferocious…
“I-I…” The middle-aged man’s face turned pale, and his hands quickly retreated.
“Thinking of calling the police?”
The leader smirked, lifting his gun slightly. With a bang, the middle-aged man screamed and fell into a pool of blood…
The whole place fell silent!
Everyone present had been living in comfort for many years and hadn’t ever seen such a scene.
Some people were so scared that their legs turned to jelly, trembling as they raised their hands…