145: Chapter 143 The Old Car Ready to Take Off

Standing in the living room, Lyon and Klaisi's deep reflection on 'overcoming' did not last long.

The logic was simple.

Since it was about overcoming something, it certainly wouldn't be something easily achieved.

Recalling their twenty-plus years of life, the two quickly remembered a subject teacher from their high school days, who was their common teacher.

This high school teacher had created a psychological shadow that had accompanied them throughout their lives.

To the point where today, over ten years later, just thinking of that teacher filled their hearts with dread.

“Lyon.” As the images he least wanted to remember surfaced from the depths of his mind, Klaisi's face twisted into a snarl. “I think we should do something.”

Lyon, who had always been good-tempered and never argued or lost his temper with others, had uncharacteristically bloodshot eyes. “That's right.

We shouldn't run away!”

“When?”

“Now!”

“Then now it is!”

The teacher's home address was deeply etched in both their minds. It was currently past seven in the evening; rushing over would likely take until ten.

It would be best to go tomorrow morning, but they couldn't wait any longer.

Originally, they thought their courage had long been worn away by hardship.

In fact, it hadn't.

The letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry awakened the bravery and anger hidden deep within their hearts.

The Owl seemed to understand what they were going to do; it flew off their shoulders of its own accord and circled the ceiling.

Seeing this scene, Lyon and Klaisi became even more certain they were heading in the right direction.

Roughly pulling open the door, they rushed out one after the other, mounted the bicycles parked at the corner of the apartment building, and pedaled while standing up.

Through the streets of London shrouded in night, they pedaled their bicycles frantically.

After about an hour, they reached a residential area in the city center—a row of three-story Western-style houses along an asphalt road.

Jumping off their bikes without even bothering to put down the kickstands, they ran to the front door of the first building on the right.

“Knock, knock—”

After a few seconds, a dim yellow light flickered in the window by the door, and an inquiry sounded from behind the door: “Who is it?”

“Your students.”

“Creak—”

The building door pulled inward. A white-haired old man held the handle and asked in confusion:

“Sorry, I have taught very many students. You are?”

“Lyon.”

“Klaisi.”

Frowning in a thoughtful manner, he smiled after a good while and said, “As I said, I've taught too many students, so...

Ah, but it just so happens other students came to visit me today. Perhaps you...”

“Oh God, look at that.” Lyon laughed. “He's already forgotten us.”

“It doesn't matter.” Klaisi raised his right fist. “My fist will help him remember!”

“Bam—”

A punch thrown with almost all his strength smashed heavily into the old man's eye socket.

He screamed and staggered back a few steps before falling to the ground.

Perhaps hearing the scream, messy footsteps moved from the ceiling to the stairs, and three men roughly their age rushed out from the straight hallway.

The man in front shouted, “Who are you?!

Why are you hurting my father!”

Lyon recognized this person; he was the old man's son. He was also very familiar with the two blonde men behind him—they were the school bullies from back then.

“Great.” Lyon's face flushed deep red. “It saves me the time of looking for each of you individually.”

Grabbing a mop by the door, he brandished it and charged forward. Klaisi followed closely behind, and the two sides descended into a brawl.

By the time Toby arrived in a frantic rush by car, the group fight was already over.

Pushing through the crowd of onlookers and standing on the front steps, he saw a total of six people on the scene, covered in blood, each lying sprawled somewhere in the hallway.

Except for the lone old man.

He didn't have any blood on him, but his right eye socket was swollen, and his clothes were covered in footprints.

Toby guessed they must have been stepped on when the five young men were brawling with each other.

“I'll handle this.” He flashed his badge and dismissed the police who had arrived after receiving a report.

“Hey!” the most severely injured blonde man shouted. “Why did the police leave?!

They broke in and assaulted us!”

“You are involved in a case regarding the leak of state secrets. I am taking over now.”

After drawing his gun to pacify the blonde man who wanted to get up and argue, Toby crouched down and asked the heavily breathing Lyon lying on the floor: “What happened?

I don't remember you being the type to commit robbery.”

Lyon ignored him and exchanged a look with the also-lying Klaisi: “Hahaha... I am no longer afraid!”

“I say,” Toby said with a helpless look, “I took a big risk coming here. Don't hide anything from me.”

Turning his head to look at Toby, Lyon said, “Mr. Toby, thank Hogwarts. It allowed me to regain the courage I threw away many years ago.”

Toby said thoughtfully, “Is it related to the test content?”

The two who were laughing freely suddenly widened their eyes. “How could you...”

“Yes.” Toby's eyes swept over the crowd of onlookers outside the house, interrupting him. “I'm not sure if contact between candidates will result in disqualification.

That's why I said seeing you is a very risky act.”

“Please rest assured, Mr. Toby.” Lyon smiled with his blood-covered face. “Teaching a coward to find back his dignity that was crushed under the feet of others.

Hogwarts... a Hogwarts like this would never...” He could not control his sobbing.

“Alright, I think I roughly understand.”

Standing up, Toby dialed Ryan's number. “Don't go fooling around at the nightclubs tonight. I need help.”

By the time Ryan, who had been planning for a wonderful romantic encounter, arrived grumbling, Toby led him to take all six people back to MI6.

Zhang Mu did not witness all this with his own eyes, but he guessed something must have happened to them.

Receiving the information transmitted by the puppet core, he used the Shadow Technique to bring the two in the apartment building back to the workshop.

Then he first busied himself with assembling the parts scattered all over the floor.

Once a British old car popular in the nineteenth century was assembled, he finally straightened his back. “Phew... that was tiring work.”

Tossing the wrench onto the workbench beside him, he pulled out the envelopes, stationery, and quill pen brought from the Saul Continent from his Storage Pouch.

Leaning over the flat workbench, he wrote two admission interview letters.

At the end, he emphasized that the letter was equivalent to a ticket and must be kept properly.

Folding the stationery and tucking it into the envelope, Zhang Mu stretched and went to the bed in the corner to rest.

“The weather forecast says tomorrow will be a sunny day. I'll take the car for a spin first, then deliver the letters.”