Chapter 40: The Use of Minions
James Woods Regional High School, school rooftop.
As Chris kicked open the metal door leading to the rooftop, the students who had been relaxing, smoking weed and playing poker, panicked, thinking the teachers had come to bust them.
After seeing it was Chris, a fellow student, they became annoyed, and a few students who were just about to finish hooking up pulled up their pants and looked for trouble.
They were numerous and wouldn't care about Chris's large build.
But after only two steps, they noticed that Chris was followed by seven or eight other students, including a somewhat notorious tough guy.
"Johnny! Who the hell is this guy? Doesn't he know the rooftop is our spot? He almost made me lose my hard-on!"
A young man in leather pants, dressed in a punk style similar to Johnny, stepped forward and complained to Johnny.
However, Johnny, whose legs were trembling and couldn't stand steadily, had no time to answer.
It was fine when he didn't move—his butt was just sore—but now after walking and climbing several flights of stairs, Johnny felt like his pelvis was about to shatter, and the stinging sensation made his mind go blank.
If it weren't for the others who came up with him supporting him, he would have already collapsed to his knees.
Chris looked at these degenerates who didn't take him seriously and was too lazy to waste words.
If there hadn't been decent students in the classroom earlier, he would have already educated these punks in a language they understood, instead of giving speeches.
Now this was perfect—the rooftop was full of delinquents, so he didn't need to pretend to be a good student anymore!
He raised his hand and grabbed the arm of a punk who was about to wipe some unknown liquid on him, then gently squeezed, controlling the force just enough to break a forearm bone without completely shattering it.
Then all the punks on the rooftop were drawn by the horrific screams.
"Is that Mark? Did he fight Johnny?"
Those further away hadn't seen what happened, and when they saw Mark lying on the ground and Johnny looking pale, they thought the two guys had fought.
Everyone gathered around, talking excitedly. Such a familiar scene brought Chris's thoughts back to the day he first stepped into the gym.
Only then he faced a group of delinquents who still had a chance to be saved, but this time he faced a bunch of drug-abusing, promiscuous, bullying social rejects.
In human society, a person's identity determines how others treat them.
This principle applied even to Chris, but it was about how he treated others.
He treated good people with respect, bad people with retribution several times over, and as for monsters? They would only become Chris's stepping stones.
Therefore, after crippling that punk with a raise of his hand, Chris didn't stop. His footsteps shifted and moved, and each time he moved, a punk screamed and fell to the ground.
Either shattered fingers, fractured wrists, or crushed toes.
Even the few classmates who came up with Chris didn't escape, but most of them only had swollen faces and no serious bone injuries.
After all, these guys just had foul mouths and didn't deserve Chris's full wrath.
Of course, those female students who went to the rooftop to hook up suffered the same fate—they were now also covering their swollen faces, staring blankly at Chris, the only one left standing.
In just a few minutes, over a hundred punks on the rooftop all lay on the ground, incapacitated. Watching their continuous wailing, Chris said loudly, "I hope you all listen carefully now. I don't want to repeat myself."
Hearing Chris's words, everyone immediately shut their mouths, desperately suppressing their cries.
After all, no one knew how else this psycho would torture them.
Seeing his power to silence them with a single sentence, Chris nodded with satisfaction, then said, "I want to be student council president, and I hope you all can help out. In return, after I'm successfully elected, I'll help you successfully break some bad habits."
Hearing what Chris said, everyone present looked confused, as if they hadn't understood a word Chris said.
Seeing that no one responded, Chris, whose face had been showing a friendly smile, changed his expression and was about to explain it again in a language they understood.
It was Johnny, who hadn't been beaten up this time, who noticed something was wrong and quickly said, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Do you really want to keep living like trash? Hurry up and thank Boss Chris for giving us this chance to turn our lives around!"
After Johnny's prompting, even if everyone present found Chris's words ridiculous, they still went along with it under his fist-clenching gesture.
Immediately, one person, enduring the pain of a twisted arm, loudly declared his loyalty: "Boss Chris, don't worry—I'm on the publicity committee. I'll be responsible for your campaign."
This person's position made Chris happy. He didn't expect to find someone useful in this group of punks—it was a real win.
He immediately said seriously, "You'll coordinate with Johnny. Tell him anything you need, and he'll relay your needs to me."
Then Chris looked at the others with anticipation, hoping there were others among them who could help him.
Unfortunately, facing Chris's intense gaze, these people all lowered their heads, completely not daring to meet his eyes.
"Tsk! Good help is hard to find!"
Muttering to himself, Chris then instructed again, "Since you have no other use, then help me get votes! Our school only has a little over fifteen hundred students. Each of you needs to get me at least five votes—it shouldn't be difficult, right?"
Hearing that Chris's request was something they could actually do, these guys immediately said, "Yes, sir! Can do."
"Very good. Then... what was your name again?"
Chris pointed to the publicity committee guy, asking for his name.
"Bryan..."
Just as the other guy was about to say his full name, Chris raised his hand to stop him. "Okay! Bryan, make a list for them. Everyone gets at least five votes, including those girls! Can you do it?"
Listening to Chris's commanding tone, Bryan trembled and said, "Of course, Boss Chris! I'll supervise them."
"Very good! Then this meeting has been very productive. I look forward to you calling me President next time we meet!"
With the help of these hundred-plus punks, Chris no longer had any doubts about being elected student council president. What he needed to do now was prepare a suitable outfit to wear on the day of his speech.
After Chris left, the people on the rooftop dared to complain again. "Fuck! Was that guy a former Marine or something? How could he fight like that?"
"How the fuck would I know? You're stepping on me, asshole!"
"Well, I'm real sorry then! Want me to break your other hand too?!"
Seeing the situation about to devolve into chaos, Johnny, who still had some sense left, shouted loudly, "If you don't want to get your asses kicked again, then keep arguing! I just hope next time he goes easy, so you'll still have the energy to fight each other!"
Hearing that Johnny didn't even dare to say Chris's name directly, everyone remembered Chris's terrifying speed from earlier and all fell silent, intimidated.
Seeing this, Johnny gestured to Bryan, telling him to make the list as Chris had requested.
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