In an instant， shattered glass flew everywhere outside the building， glinting in the firelight like a chaotic spray of Gatling gunfire. The bullet-like metal monsters whizzed overhead and past the villagers at high speed， their formation collapsing instantly. Some rolled on the ground in terror， others screamed in pain， while some fought desperately with their tools， trying to fend off the machines. The scene was chaotic， a mix of screams and cries blending into a suffocating cacophony.
On the second-floor corridor， a row of flying killers arranged themselves in three neat lines， stretching across the hallway's width. Suddenly， they charged forward， slicing through several fleeing villagers in an instant， blood spraying and bodies scattering.
As the countdown in the sky ticked past fifteen minutes， A-Lai and his classmates， along with the villagers， braced the tables with their shoulders. Despite this， bullet-like projectiles still punched through the tables， moving so fast they were a blur.
“We can’t hold on much longer!” a villager shouted， his voice cracking under the strain. He felt the relentless pounding through the table， accompanied by the ear-piercing screech of metal against metal， driving him to the brink of collapse.
“Move aside!” Alai and Little Fly hauled another table over， bracing it against the one that was about to splinter. These sturdy， hand-crafted wooden tables were strong， but the air was thick with a nauseating smell of burning， growing more intense by the second.
A-Lai gritted his teeth， the cacophony of cutting and pounding filling his ears. Sweat poured down his forehead like rain， his eyes scanning every potential weak spot with laser focus， his heart pounding with vigilance and tension.“Quick， Little Fly， bring more tables! Girls， splash water on the tables and find some wet cloths to seal the gaps!” His gaze involuntarily followed the slender， busy figure， then quickly darted away.
The scene was a whirlwind of frantic activity， the villagers working together in a desperate bid to fortify their defenses. The oppressive heat and acrid smoke made every breath a struggle， but they pressed on， driven by sheer determination and the will to survive.
“Calm down， stay calm，“ he kept telling himself，“I must protect everyone， including her.“
Thanks to the principal's quick thinking， a few tables formed a makeshift defensive shield. Young villagers hid behind the desks， though cries of pain and the sound of rolling bodies still occasionally broke through. The relentless pounding on the tabletops kept them from raising their heads， the continuous“thud thud thud“ echoing ominously. As time passed， the aerial whirring grew more intense， like a meticulously planned shower of ninja stars.
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“Thankfully， the principal's mind is sharp，“ Dan thought as he watched the principal， a mix of relief and suspicion stirring within him，“But how did he seem to know everything beforehand?“
A sudden， dull“thunk“ resounded， a metal disc embedding deeply into a wooden post， still spinning and narrowly missing Dan's shoulder.“Not good!“ Dan cried out. The attack had come from behind， indicating the killers had infiltrated the building. Dizzy Dan grabbed a wooden stick and limped to the fourth-floor corridor. The hundred-meter-long hallway was pitch dark， but he could clearly hear the buzzing and occasionally catch the glint of metal.
Dan's eyes widened， standing in the corridor like a lone hero， using his stick to draw the flying machines' attention. Each time he knocked a metal disc away， he let out a triumphant howl. Though he appeared relaxed， he was intensely calculating every move. The metal discs， swift， cunning， and deadly， resembled ninja stars， their trajectory predictable. Dan deftly shattered the discs with his stick， even managing to hit some long-range targets， his victorious howls echoing through the corridor.
“Who's the best fighter in the village? Now you all see，“ Dan thought， though he couldn't voice this out loud， wrapped in bandages as he was. He silently cheered himself on.
The countdown in the sky had inexplicably jumped to 28:00. At that moment， a loud crash echoed as a classroom door on the lower floor collapsed. Several villagers tumbled out， pursued by blood-stained metal discs that relentlessly sliced through their flesh. The sight of blood seemed to excite the metal monsters， drawing more of them. Unable to get close， the discs hovered around， continuously spinning and cutting.
Suddenly， the discs at the center of the vortex emitted a blinding white light from their high-speed rotation. Within the light， a blurred figure struggled desperately before collapsing in a bloody heap. Organs were sliced into tiny pieces， red， white， and yellow bits trembling slightly on the ground.
The horrifying scene drove several students to frantically burst into A-Lai's classroom， hiding under the desks. The open door left the students fighting by the windows in terror as the metal discs floating in the air loomed larger in their eyes.
In an instant， the air in the room grew thick and still. Assassins seemed to materialize out of thin air—three， seven， ten of them—yet they did not immediately attack. Their cameras transmitted the images back to the mothership， and Caron was overjoyed， realizing he had found his goldmine!
“Dear bros， I'm thrilled to see that valiant boy again! Opposite him now are ten killing machines， and more assassins are on their way. The boy's weapon was damaged in the last fight， oh， I see it now， it's leaning crookedly against the table there—oh， perfect to make a bow!“ Caron continued to flaunt his humor.
Mr. Kim grew excited as well.“Let's add a bet immediately，“ he checked the time，“there are still 20 minutes left on the countdown. Will the boy survive， or will he be taken down by our top-tier assassins? Place your bets now! Will we witness another miraculous escape?“
Sebastian watched the screen with growing excitement. With a quick tap of his finger， he placed a big bet on A-Lai's survival. He trusted the boy and didn't think these machines could kill him. Besides， from a showbiz angle， it wouldn’t make sense to lose such a promising figure too early. The money Sebastian wagered was a lot， but he knew he'd win it back in no time. To him， this was just a way to pass the time， and making money like this was even more fun.
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