"You know the regulations! Shall one of you step outside, you're all dead!" proclaimed the man, still pinning down Zeus.

As far as they clearly knew, this man was the librarian of their school. Just from his behavior, he obviously hates this class.

Even if the students plan on rescuing Zeus, they couldn't dare to since it's against stepping outside before ten in the evening. The motive why they're freed before ten was to make sure no one around the school could see nor interact with them. If someone might do that, who knows what will happen?

The Chief Executive Officer who's also the President of the company that owned their school established the laws involving this classroom. Recognized by the Board of Directors, they allowed the proposal by any chance. Thus, the policies concerning this classroom were all developed by the higher-ups.

As Kenneth tried thinking about what should be the next right thing to do, he turned an eye to Mr. Travis. Frowning, he commanded the four girls, "Make sure he won't get away! We're not done yet with that bastard!"

Right after telling them, he glanced back at the librarian. Even though they're a few feet far away from each other, they still threw daggers in broad daylight.

"Hey! Can someone please unlock these chains?" Teary-eyed, Mr. Travis shouted as he's struggling on his end.

Both his wrists were chained to one roller, and his ankles were also fastened to the other. Spongebob boxer shorts and plain white vest undershirt on his top were the only clothes he left wearing now. With his alluring body-built structure and his abdominal muscles, the girls who guarded him weren't intimidated by them. Rather they were more focused on what happened outside.

"Hey, asshole!" called one of the girls in charge with him. "Stop moving, or else I'll remove your fucking dick!" she added with her threaten-looking face. Carrying a grass shear, she clanked it open and close to tease their teacher.

In Mr. Travis' perspective, she's like a predator who's willing to take her prey--- not for hunger, but for fun. With her messy hair, filthy braces, and aggressive behavior, she looks like a crocodile who's long survived starvation. She also has piercings on her tongue which makes her look more like a psychopath.

"They captured me, yet I want this little request. It's urgent!" Mr. Travis thought.

Another girl who's in charge of preparing the tools for tormenting Mr. Travis glared at their struggling teacher and calmly said, "Go easy on him, Janice..." Scowling back at Kenneth, she then continued, "....That bastard four eyes entrusted him to us."

While she prepared all the tools necessary for torturing their teacher, she lent Janice a test tube that had almost filled with human blood. And Janice was delighted by it. No words could describe how happy she was.

"Hey, Eowyn! Where did you get this? You fucking prick! I love you!" she yelled frantically as she lifted up the test tube again and again while dancing like a stoat.

As she swung the test tube excitedly, Mr. Travis couldn't help but lowered his eyebrows, raise his upper lip in an inverted "U", and raise his lower lip also slightly protruding. In short, Mr. Travis made the legendary "face of disgust" as he witnessed the terrible dance of Janice. But it was good. Yes, good.

"Don't get too excited. That blood comes from him," said Eowyn as she pointed at Mr. Travis.

After Janice made her fabulous choreography, she got completely downhearted after hearing that. After all, she's just an excited crocodile who got disappointed right away. And as for Mr. Travis, he got his eyes widened and got his mouth opened. As expected, he was surprised by what Eowyn said.

"H-How?! That's my blood?!"

Mr. Travis wasn't worried nor disturbed. Rather, he was fascinated by how fast she took his blood without him knowing. As Mr. Travis saw a needle-sized hole in his arm framed with blood, he hardly flinched. Piece by piece, his blood kept dripping. Yet he couldn't care less and just smirked. Just how fast can this Eowyn be?

Her presence just looks like a lovely and graceful dove who's friendly and a loyal type of person. But this dove must be obviously a trap. Even if doves often have an innate drive to be helpful, yet this one seems not. This one is eager to kill or be killed, she doesn't care. The purple bruises all over her body; the dark circles under her eye; the scars engraved on her wrists which clearly caused by a sharp material. All of them signified she's a dangerous, yet fragile one.

... this dove must be a suicidal maniac.

"What the---?! This fucker's blood?!" Now that Janice realized it was their teacher's blood, she threw a wild outburst towards Eowyn. "Are you punishing me for destroying your scissors or something?"

"It wasn't just a scissor, you bitch!" Eowyn pointed at Janice's face the knife she held. "It was my precious surgical clamps!"

Both of them started throwing words as they exchanged knives with each other. As Mr. Travis had anticipated, Janice and Eowyn must be definitely monsters when it comes to the field called science. Aside from that, they both had the same chemistry. But, the way they fight seems quite aggressive.

Mr. Travis still moved ceaselessly. Reaching out, he spoke, "My back is itchy!"

The four girls (two girls, Janice and Eowyn) who stayed in charge, immediately glanced down at him looking so disturbed. The teacher's motive was not to escape. Somewhat, it was to have them scratch his back?

With his besought eyes, Mr. Travis added, "Scratch it please!"

Far off, the librarian and Kenneth had been arguing for quite some time. Students were all aware of what happened, but staying put was the best choice they had. Kenneth tried negotiating with the librarian, not to settle things up, but to buy himself some time. His aim was to get Zeus back... without sacrificing the class.

"I told you!" screeched the thirty-year-old librarian man. "You violated the rule!"

Not too long after, a group of men came to surround them. Circling the whole area with their guns loaded, these men aimed their weapons at Kenneth and Zeus. The rest pointed their guns at the students inside the classroom.

"Wow! This looks so fun," exclaimed their classmate, Ruben.

Of course, Class 11-5 wasn't frightened at all. If they could only catch these men, they would further put them in the racks. And altogether, have some fun tormenting them...

"Now, you're all dead," with the librarian's evil laughter, he commanded some of the guards, "Get this prick." And pushed Zeus towards them.

These guys were known as the sentinels of the school. They were employed to keep watching the school, especially this classroom. Not only they're normal types of guards, but they also used to be soldiers before. A group of men who must be great at combats, perhaps no high schooler could beat at least one of them.

...But except for Kenneth. He seems to be on the edge right now.

Gritting his teeth, he glared at Zeus who giggled while being handed to the guards. It wasn't a silly laugh of joy, but it was a giggle of annoyance.

"You really suck, fucking asshole," Zeus smiled smugly at the librarian.

With this, the librarian felt victorious that he snorted through his laugh. "Me?" the librarian forwarded, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Even if you tell the truth, no one will believe you."

Halting to his feet, Zeus' blue eyes were generally piercing and keen. Resisting himself, he must be so pissed off that he wanted to throw a blow at this goddamn librarian. After noticing Zeus' stabbing look, two sentinels firmly grabbed his arms towards the prisoner transport vehicle. Somehow, it was to avoid ruckus.

As none of them moved inside the vehicle yet, an unexpected guest happened to confront them. Walking steadily, fierce and stabbing eyes were the first thing they noticed. He was wearing a three-piece pin-striped suit with vest and necktie. Ambling to his feet, he beamed at both Zeus and the librarian. The mysterious guest then peered down at Zeus, looking almost amused.

"Who are you?!" the librarian shrieked. Stepping back, the librarian felt secure as the sentinels now steered their guns towards the unexpected guest.

Seeing this mysterious fellow, the students' eyes flew open.

"How the---!" their drained classmate, Kenneth, gasped in bewilderment. As he glanced back at the rack where they chained their teacher, he spoke to the girls-in-charge, "How did he get there?!" Almost displeased, he then looked back at the guy who faced both Zeus and the librarian outside.

Standing still, the four girls who were in charge of their teacher almost dropped their jaw. Witnessing the disappearance of their teacher in the rack, they finally concluded that their teacher must be someone who couldn't be easily captured. Plus they also presumed that this teacher must be mocking them. As of now, they all have the same question in their minds, like, "How did he free himself?"

"Hey. W-We didn't uncuff him, right?" Janice felt unnerved while referring to their teacher.

"O-Of course, not!" Ill at ease, Eowyn answered right away with her eyes rolling. "For sure when we scratched his back, he was still fastened up."

...Yes, they scratched their teacher's back... murderously.

Concurrently, they gathered up by the window to observe what might happen.

Meanwhile, the mysterious guest--- known to be Mr. Travis, turned his gaze up to the librarian again. He couldn't care less about himself being surrounded by guns. Rather, he was far more concerned about Zeus.

With his grimace briefly getting sedate, he spoke, "You know... I am their class teacher."

Now that the librarian heard what Mr. Travis said, he hardly gasped. He anticipated other responses, yet "CLASS TEACHER?" was the kind of reply he got? That's clearly absurd.

With the librarian's eyes elevated, Mr. Travis responded, "Why? Do you want to be their class teacher instead?"

Along with the sentinels, seems like the librarian didn't all catch up with what Mr. Travis said. They perceived that this so-called teacher guy must be bluffing to distract them.

"Sorry but... Seems like I'm the only person suitable for this job," Mr. Travis added as he put a huge genuine smile on his face.