I said, besides these two scoundrels.

There is one more person who should be responsible for this, and who should pay the price for it.

He asked, "Who?"

"That person surnamed Qi, my daughter's homeroom teacher," I gritted my teeth.

When I saw Xiang Tao, he brought many people with him, each with a fierce look, clearly ready for a fight.

It was past eight o'clock, outside the school.

I waited for my daughter's homeroom teacher.

As she walked, she sent a message in the parent group: [Please parents, do not spread rumors, let's uphold the school's reputation together. The other party's parents are talking nonsense everywhere, the situation is not at all as they claim.]

I called out to her from behind, "Teacher Qi."

She was puzzled, "Who is it?"

Without waiting for her to turn around.

I flew up and kicked her in the back, pressed her head to the ground, repeatedly smashing it down, pulling her hair, forcing her to lift her head.

Viciously slapping her face.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Continuously hitting her until her mouth was full of blood, saliva mixed with foam dripping down.

When she saw it was me, her face twisted in evil, struggling to stand up, Xiang Tao's two brothers went over and pressed her to the ground.

I grabbed a rubber stick, swung it at her stomach.

Grabbing her hair, I dragged her on the ground for over ten meters. Her knees and hands were scraped, her face covered in dirt and blood.

Seeing her miserable state.

I had no mercy, slapped her face, "Speak! Aren't you good at distorting the truth?"

This time.

She no longer had the arrogance and pride she had before.

Kneeling on the ground, begging me to let her go.

The homeroom teacher looked aggrieved, crying out, "I really didn't know about this! If I did, I would have expelled them long ago!"

I slapped her mouth, "All the kids in the class know, as the homeroom teacher, how could you not know?"