West High School, school rooftop.
As Chris kicked open the iron door leading to the rooftop, the students, who had been relaxed, smoking weed and playing poker, panicked, thinking the teachers had come to inspect them.
After seeing it was Chris, a fellow student, they became annoyed, and a few students, who were just about to finish 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 is this guy? Doesn't he know the rooftop is our place to relax? He almost made me go limp!"
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 a bit 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 fallen to his knees.
Chris looked at these scumbags who didn't take him seriously and was too lazy to say anything more.
If there hadn't been proper students in the classroom earlier, he would have already educated these punks in a language they understood, instead of wasting his breath.
Now this was good; 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 smear some unknown liquid on him, then gently squeezed, controlling the force to the extent that it could break a forearm bone without completely shattering it.
Then, all the punks on the rooftop were drawn by the horrific wails.
"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, discussing animatedly. Such a familiar scene brought Chris's thoughts back to the day he first stepped into a gym.
Only then he faced a group of delinquents who still had a chance to be saved, but this time he faced a group of drug-abusing, promiscuous, bullying social scumbags.
In human society, a person's identity determines how others treat him.
This principle applied even to Chris, but it was about how he treated others.
He treated good people with courtesy, bad people with multiple times the retribution, and as for monsters? They would only become Chris's nourishment.
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 wailed and fell to the ground.
Either a comminuted fracture of a finger, a hairline fracture of a wrist, or a crushed toe.
Even the few classmates who came up with Chris didn't escape, but most of them only had swollen cheeks and no bone-deep injuries.
After all, these guys were just foul-mouthed and didn't deserve Chris's immense malice.
Of course, those female students who went to the rooftop to play poker suffered the same fate; they were now also covering their swollen faces, staring blankly at Chris, the only one standing.
In a short while, 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 devil would torture them.
Seeing his power to silence them with a single word, Chris nodded with satisfaction, then said, "I want to be the student council president, and I hope you all can help out. In return, after I am successfully elected, I will help you successfully break some bad habits."
Hearing what Chris said, everyone present looked dumbfounded, as if they hadn't heard anything Chris said.
Seeing that no one responded, Chris, whose face had been showing a kind smile, changed his expression and was about to explain it again in a language they understood.
It was Johnny, who hadn't been dealt with this time, who noticed something was wrong and quickly said, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Do you still want to degenerate like this? Hurry up and thank Boss Chris, thank him for giving us this chance to turn over a new leaf!"
After Johnny's prompting, even if everyone present found Chris's words unreasonable, they still complied with their true feelings 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 am the publicity coordinator. I will be responsible for your election campaign."
This person's identity made Chris happy. He didn't expect to draw a blue card from this group of punks; it was a real gain.
He immediately said seriously, "You will communicate with Johnny next. Tell him anything you need cooperation with, and he will 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 burning gaze, these people all lowered their heads, completely daring not to meet his eyes.
"Tsk! Good cards are indeed hard to come by!"
Muttering softly, Chris then instructed again, "Since you have no other use, then help me gather votes! Our school only has a little over fifteen hundred people. 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 do, these guys immediately said, "Yes, sir! Can be done."
"Very good, then... what was your name again?"
Chris pointed to the publicity coordinator, asking for his name.
"Priya..."
Just as the other party was about to say his full name, Chris raised his hand to stop him, "OK! Priya, make a record for them. Everyone at least five votes, including those bitches! Can you do it?"
Listening to Chris's unquestionable tone, Priya trembled and said, "Of course, Boss Chris! I will supervise them."
"Very good! Then this meeting has made me very satisfied. I look forward to when you call me President when we meet next time!"
With the help of these hundred-odd punks, Chris no longer had any doubts about being elected student council president. What he needed to do now was to prepare a suitable outfit to wear on the day of his speech.
After Chris left, the people on the rooftop dared to howl again, "fuck! Was that guy from the Marines? How could he fight so well?"
"How the fuck would I know? You're stepping on me, you fuck!"
"Well, I'm really sorry then! Do you want me to cripple your other hand too?!"
Seeing the situation about to devolve into chaos, Johnny, who still had some sanity left, shouted loudly, "If you don't want to be... dealt with again, then keep arguing! I just hope next time he can go easy, so you'll still have the energy to fight again!"
Hearing that Johnny didn't even dare to say Chris's name directly, everyone remembered Chris's ghost-like figure from earlier and all fell silent, intimidated.
Seeing this, Johnny gestured to Priya, telling him to record the names as Chris had requested.
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