As the first heir of the Rockefeller family, Baron attended a public high school that was deeply in debt, a fact that puzzled all the members of the prominent family.

Baron inherited his mother's features: flowing golden hair, deep blue eyes with a profound gaze, a straight nose, and a mouth that occasionally quirked up in a smile. Countless ladies from distinguished families were captivated by his angelic face, leaving him to wonder why he had to endure the torment of devil-like girls at the public high school. The only girl with a sweet appearance had caught the eye of his brother, leaving him to lament and sigh: "What a predicament! It's too familiar, and not easy to handle."

In the distance, fierce battles raged on, with bullets and shells flying everywhere and explosions echoing intermittently. However, the school was located in the rear of the battlefield, for it was not an elite class, but rather a parallel class.

As the mock exams before the college entrance exams approached, the students in the midst of the battlefield were extremely nervous. Any slight movements they made were exaggerated, a benefit of being in a class where no one corrected mistakes.

Suddenly, the sound of metal music pierced Baron's ears, prompting him to finally open his MP4 and turn up the bass he had exchanged for with virtual combat coins, causing it to roar.

Philip's family had some money, and with the belief of "better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix," he gave up attending a prestigious high school and chose to attend the 21st Public High School, where he became a dominant figure. He was the class president of Class 33 in his school. Seeing Baron's appearance, he approached and crushed the bass, abruptly silencing the low music: "Why are you so lazy? They are coming, don't tell me you're nervous. Hmph! If you mess up my plan, you'll see!"

Baron adjusted his large sunglasses perched on his nose and looked at Philip. Although he couldn't understand why the class president, who had good grades in public high school, chose to lead the worst class, he pondered the class president's quirks. He leaned against the wall, stood up, stretched lazily, and nonchalantly said, "You know? When people are nervous, their hearts lack oxygen, and their blood flows back to protect the heart. A body deprived of blood will tremble. That's why people get scared silly, because their brains lack oxygen. You see how nervous they are? All they need is a little music to ease the tension."

"Stop making excuses. Who doesn't know that you enjoy teasing people? Do you know that by doing what you did, you alerted the students from the prestigious high school? Are you intentionally leaking secrets?" "Is there a secret to leak in our class? Alright, I don't want to talk to you. People are coming, you're the class president, figure it out! I'm going to do something else."

Baron interrupted Philip's angry rant, turned and walked away. He didn't care about the so-called mock exams; he was only there to accompany his brother. He pulled out the revolver assigned to him and looked at the heavy firepower weapons in the hands of others, self-deprecatingly muttering, "Damn it, Robert, you know how awesome your big brother is. There's no need to be so stingy!"

Speaking of Robert, it all started with an exam. It was said that you could recognize the name of the alien monster from its legs in the test, but Baron couldn't, and in anger, he tore up the paper and was about to leave. The proctor, Robert, angrily asked him, "Which class are you from, and what's your name?"

Baron rolled up his pants and said, "Guess, guess!"

This caused a burst of laughter, and from then on, Robert kept an eye on him, deliberately transferring to Baron's class to challenge him.

Seeing the students from the prestigious high school making various false moves, Baron couldn't help but feel a headache. He feared foolish teammates more than fierce enemies, and unfortunately, he had both. Without hesitation, he grabbed his small revolver and charged out, shouting, "I am Zorro!"

Bang! Two advancing enemies fell as Baron danced and spun his revolver, performing various stylish moves and shouting, "Not the flashiest, just flashier!"

Watching the frenzied Baron, Philip couldn't help but sternly reprimand him, "I command you as the captain to come back immediately, or face military law."

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If he died, they would all lose points!

David Green, watching the familiar figure of Baron, suddenly felt a headache. Everyone knew that the Rockefeller family's little madman was not to be messed with. When he went mad, he lost his reason. But this was a battlefield, and he didn't care who you were. He aimed his assault rifle at the dancing Baron and repeatedly fired, shouting, "Kill my brother, go to hell!"

Suddenly, David Green stared dumbfoundedly at the disappearing Baron. He didn't expect him to be so decisive; after his bullets were expended, he pressed the escape button.

"Haha! In the name of the captain? Why not in the name of the moon? Dream on if you want to kill me!"

Baron laughed and opened his eyes, pulling out the copper plate inserted in his body to absorb bioelectricity. He jumped out of bed and saw a face, an extremely familiar face that had haunted him in countless dreams, causing him to wake up in a panic.

Baron's laughter abruptly stopped, and he quickly adopted a serious expression, mirroring his sister's poker face, and said, "Sis! What are you doing here?"

At this moment, Rose was very angry. Her brother had indeed been led astray by that bad boy. She snorted, then turned and walked away, saying, "Come with me to the office."

"Huh? Office? Sis, you're not going to be a teacher here, are you!"

Baron's serious expression quickly turned into a bitter face. If those Sichuan opera masters saw him, they would marvel at how someone with fair skin could be so authentic. But Rose was not a Sichuan opera master, and she didn't appreciate it. She turned and glared fiercely at Baron, giving him a shrewd smack on the head and dragging him downstairs.

"Have mercy, Sis, I won't dare anymore."

Baron's collar was grabbed by Rose, and he exaggeratedly flailed his limbs, screaming. But Rose's face left the teachers who were watching the commotion fearful. How could such a beautiful face have such a great impact?

"Wow! Look at that..."

Baron was looked at with curious eyes from all around, and even with thick skin, he felt embarrassed. Pointing to the sky, he lied, "Look at what's up there!"

Boom!

A large hole was blasted in the protective shield above the city, allowing in ultraviolet rays without the ozone layer to block them. Countless cries of pain rang out as people instantly suffered from radiation sickness. Looking at the hole, Baron couldn't help but exclaim, "I've become a prophet."

Rose stared at the hole with a stern face, worried that the alien monsters were beginning to attack the city. There weren't many troops stationed in the city!

Releasing her grip on Baron's collar, Rose quickly ran toward the hole. Her speed surpassed that of a car, leaving behind a trail of shadows.

Baron stood up, adjusted his black-and-white shirt, looked at the students, and then said menacingly, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a handsome guy being dragged away by a beautiful woman?"

"Tch!"

Everyone disdainfully muttered before going about their own business.

"Why did you go to pick up girls without calling me?"

Baron searched the entire campus but couldn't find Barrett Walker. Listening to the sirens whizzing past outside the school, he had a powerful premonition. Could he have caused some trouble?

How could he miss such a fun situation without inviting me?

Baron chased after them, his speed reaching 20 meters per second.

Barrett Walker's hands were roasted on top of the police car, and his toes were pushing against it, causing him great discomfort. He looked at Claudia White, who was standing nearby, with a mocking gaze, and said with hatred, "As a citizen, I have the right to complain about your abuse of citizens."

"Alright, stop making noise. If you want to complain, you need to have injuries! You can be examined for injuries, but I must warn you, it's not covered by public funding!"

Claudia White pulled his sleeve and said softly.

If you want to get your injuries examined, you can do so casually, but I must warn you, it's not covered by public funding!

Claudia White pulled his sleeve and said softly.

Leo Yang, with a full beard and a pair of sunglasses concealing the fierce glint in his eyes, stood behind Mark Smith, the epitome of a lackey. However, at this moment, Mark Smith had lost his arrogance and was left with a face full of grim determination, watching the police car drive away. He waved his hand, and instantly, several black business cars billowed black smoke as they sped away.

"Leo Yang, remember, keep everything clean except for that scoundrel," Mark Smith said.

Putting on his sunglasses, Mark Smith accidentally touched his face, which had been beaten into a swollen mess, causing him great pain. He had never suffered such harm since he was a child, and that person would surely pay the price.

"Yes, sir," Leo Yang replied.

Leo Yang's physical potential had reached the level of a lieutenant colonel, yet in this Darwinian competitive society, he willingly submitted to a playboy, solely because of the Smith family's power and, more importantly, their control over something that deeply enticed him - certain crucial resources.

Watching Mark Smith's car drive away, Leo Yang got into another car and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Boss! There's a problem with a car up ahead," a young officer suddenly stopped the police car and knocked on the window, informing them.

Up ahead was a large bus billowing black smoke, completely blocking the path to the police station. It seemed there was a grand conspiracy afoot!