Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Looking at Du Weiren's retreating figure, which seemed to be making a decision, the five exchanged glances.

Wang Dong looked at the other four and asked, "Did he just say he was going to beat up that old woman?"

Why does he feel like he's hallucinating?
Xiao Xiao and Huo Yutong exchanged a glance and confirmed with Wang Dong, "We heard it too. It seems that Director Du is really going to beat someone up."

At this moment, Hei came to his senses and couldn't help but look at Bai Yu, his eyes seeming to ask, "Was it you who did this?"

Bai Yu immediately shook his head in denial, then transmitted his voice with his soul power: "Brother, aren't you overestimating me? That guy is a Soul Douluo. If I alone can influence a Soul Douluo, how can Shrek Academy compete?"

Hearing Bai Yu's explanation, Hei Xin's doubts instantly vanished, and he turned to the three of them and said, "Let's go take a look."

Since Bai Yu wasn't behind this, he didn't want to miss out on this good show!
Upon hearing his older brother's words, Bai Yu rushed out of the office without hesitation.

If Du Weilun, as the head of the Martial Soul Department, were to really beat up Zhou Yi, the scene would definitely be quite spectacular.

Black followed closely behind, and the remaining three looked at each other in bewilderment before hurriedly catching up with the two.

The group of freshmen waiting outside the office saw the five people come out, and although they didn't know what had happened, they all followed them.

Freshman class.

"Bastards! A bunch of bastards, completely disrespectful to their teachers!"

"These kinds of students should all be expelled!"

"He is not worthy of being Shrek's student at all."

Standing on the podium, Zhou Yi was furious. She never expected things to develop to this point.

Just as she was about to unleash a few more curses, the classroom door opened.

Without even looking, Zhou Yi snapped, "You've been fired, come back here!"

But when she saw Du Weilun standing at the door, she immediately changed her words halfway through: "Director Du, what brings you here?"

She never imagined that the five people would actually go to see the head of the Martial Soul Department, and that Du Weilun would actually come.

Upon hearing Zhou Yi's words, Du Weilin was already on the verge of exploding.

Without even thinking, he rushed over in a flash and slapped Zhou Yi hard across the face with a crisp "smack".

This was no ordinary slap. Zhou Yi, a Soul Emperor, was so struck by the slap that she staggered back several steps before regaining her balance.

The aged mask on her face fell away at that moment, revealing a fairly pretty face, but now it was clearly marked with a red handprint.

"How dare you hit me!" Zhou Yi asked sharply, clutching her throbbing cheek.

Although the person in front of him was the head of the Martial Soul Department, and was on the same level as his old man, how dare he make a move?
Upon hearing Zhou Yi's words, Du Weilun's brows furrowed instantly.

The other party's dismissive attitude finally became clear—indeed, with the head of the Soul Guidance Department as their backer, it was no wonder they dared to disregard his warnings. However, this arrogance born of favor was ultimately too naive.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, his leather shoes scraping against the ground with a screeching sound. As he strode forward, his well-defined knuckles brought down with a powerful gust of wind.

With a sharp "crack," Zhou Yi staggered and flew out, crashing heavily onto a display case three meters away, the glass cracking like a spider web.

Du Weilun shook his numb wrist, looked at the symmetrical red marks on the other person's cheeks, and gave a meaningful, cold smile: "They should be satisfied now, right?" Zhou Yi only stopped after bumping into the back wall of the classroom.

Her face was swollen and red like a pig's head. After struggling to get up, she looked at Du Weilun with resentment in her eyes. "Du Weilun, don't go. My husband is on his way. I want to see how you're going to explain this to him."

She wants her husband to have a free-fighting match with Du Weiren!
"An explanation?" Du Weiren laughed upon hearing this. "Fan Yu is indeed at the same level as me, but that was on the premise that you were his subordinate. Now you are my subordinate, and I have the right to discipline you!"

Just then, the Black men arrived. Hearing Du Weilun's words and seeing Zhou Yi's head swollen like a pig's head, they were shocked: "Director Du, you really did it!"

At this moment, Bai Yu immediately cheered, "Director Du, keep it up! If you can't beat them, I can get you some help!"

Bai Yu, that little witch, simply felt that things weren't big enough, so she wanted to make them even bigger!

Upon hearing Bai Yu's words, Du Weiren really didn't want to look at these five guys; all these problems stemmed from them.

Upon seeing the five people, Zhou Yi instantly roared angrily, "It's all your fault! Can't you just behave and listen to us? People like you don't deserve to be Shrek's students!"

Before she could finish speaking, Du Weilun appeared directly in front of Zhou Yi and slapped her to shut her up: "Didn't you say you were going to call me your husband? Hurry up."

If he let this guy continue talking, the five people who had just calmed down might start making a ruckus again, which was the last thing he wanted to see.

At this moment, teachers from other classes also gradually came out of their classrooms.

They had just sensed a powerful fluctuation of soul power and, unable to contain their curiosity, went out of the classroom to investigate.

When they arrived at the entrance of Class 1 of the freshmen, they happened to see Du Weilun slap Zhou Yi to shut her up.

The teachers' faces were filled with shock, especially Mu Jin, who couldn't help but cover her mouth and burst into tears when she saw Zhou Yi's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

She thought to herself, "Shrek Academy has finally punished this kind of person," and for a moment she was so happy that she cried tears of joy.

Du Weiren noticed the teachers' gazes, immediately turned around, and scolded, "If you're going to teach, then teach properly. Go back and teach your students."

He was already annoyed, and these teachers came to watch the show. Did they want to get slapped like Zhou Yi?

Upon hearing this, the teachers couldn't help but glance at Zhou Yi again, their eyes filled with no sympathy, only schadenfreude.

They didn't like Zhou Yi at all. This woman who abused her husband's privileges deserved to be taught a lesson by Director Du!

Seeing the teachers' gazes, Zhou Yi clenched her fists in anger.

She used to be so arrogant in front of these people, but today...
At this moment, only a few people remained in the classroom, while the students of Class 1 of freshmen stood outside the window and secretly peered out.

They dared not stand openly in the classroom and observe like Bai Yu and his group of five.

The freshmen all knew that these five people had extraordinary backgrounds.

At this moment, Bai Yu leaned closer to Hei and whispered, "Brother, I have a feeling that we're going to see the two directors fight later. Should we buy a bucket of popcorn and come watch?"

Hei remained silent, and Du Weiren also looked helpless.

Du Weilen was internally screaming: Couldn't you guys just use soul power to transmit your voice? I'm still right here!

(End of this chapter)