Chapter 643 - These thugs are done for! (1/2)

As soon as a commotion broke out in the lecture hall, a thug immediately came in from the outside with his gun up. The thug said coldly, “If you want to cry, cry. If the Qinghe Group doesn’t hand over the satellites, I’m afraid you all won’t even have the chance to cry.”

With that, the thug with the gun went back out.

Ren Xiaosu watched quietly. Most of the time, the thugs did not even come into the lecture hall and were just scattered at different locations in the teaching block. He was a little puzzled. Were these thugs not afraid the students in the lecture hall would try and save themselves?

Or were these thugs so confident the students they had rounded up would not cause them any trouble?

That couldn’t be. Ren Xiaosu felt these thugs were still very professional at their jobs. Arrogant people would definitely not be picked to carry out an operation that had been in the works for years.

Ren Xiaosu pretended to be despondent as he observed the students in the lecture hall.

In the end, he realized that although there was a person in the classroom who was also very young and wearing a school uniform, his expression did not look like he had been taken hostage at all. It felt like he was just acting afraid, but his eyes kept darting around in observation of the “schoolmates” around him.

Moreover, this person’s disposition was also very obvious. When a professional soldier was placed among a group of ordinary students, they appeared like a stone on a plate of white sand. Inside the crowded lecture hall, his posture remained ramrod straight, while the contours of his face exuded a sense of strength. One look and it was obvious he had received high intensity training for an extended period based on his extremely lean body.

Ren Xiaosu thought to himself that it was no wonder the thugs did not really step into the lecture hall. It turned out that they already had the situation inside under control. The thugs really were meticulous in their operations.

When the student impersonator in the lecture hall looked at Ren Xiaosu, Ren Xiaosu immediately started wailing. He said to the student next to him in a sobbing tone, “What should we do now? Will these thugs really kill us? I don’t wanna die yet….”

Seeing this, the impostor shifted his gaze away to observe the others instead. It was as though he was somewhat disdainful of a coward like Ren Xiaosu.

At this moment, a student said, “Do you guys think the Qinghe Group will hand over control of the satellites?”

“I don’t think so.” Someone sighed and said, “After all, how can the lives of a few hundred students be more important than the satellites?”

“But the Qinghe Group’s members will not sit back and do nothing. They aren’t that kind of people,” a female student retorted.

“But the Qinghe Group is still a consortium,” someone said.

As the students were discussing, a thug walked into the lecture hall holding a video camera. He had a thick layer of camouflage paint applied on his face and taunted the students, “I can offer you all a chance to save yourselves right now. Will you all take it?”

The students were stunned. No one dared to answer for a long time.

So the thug continued, “I want you to look into the camera and beg the Qinghe Group to hand over their satellites to us. Pressure them! This way, we’ll get control of the satellites and you’ll be saved. Wouldn’t that be the best for both of us? As for the satellites that the Qinghe Group will lose, what would that matter to you?”

The students fell silent. Ren Xiaosu thought to himself that these people were obviously not expecting to get their hands on the satellites by doing this. They were only making sure they would not miss out on any opportunity to create chaos for the Qinghe Group.

These students weren’t that stupid, right? Even if they did as the other party requested, they might still not be saved. In that case, why should they become tools?

But Ren Xiaosu was wrong. The students only kept quiet for a minute before someone suddenly cried into the video camera, “Please hand over the satellites! I don’t want to die!”

When one person started speaking, several more students also started pleading into the camera.

Ren Xiaosu sighed. The students were not in the wrong either. After all, who wouldn’t want to live? It was just that the people from the Qinghe Group would probably be a little disappointed. These were the university students they had been nurturing, after all.

In comparison, Xu Zhi, who Ren Xiaosu had encountered with Zhou Yingxue, had more backbone than these students.